Boulder County

It’s Memorial Day weekend in Colorado – so time for the annual Bolder Boulder, America’s 3rd largest 10K.

Largest by Distance – If you think a marathon or half-marathon distance had the largest race field in the nation, think again. In fact, the top 3 largest road races for 2010 were two 10Ks and a 12K all with more than 50,000 timed finishers each: Atlanta Journal-Constitution Peachtree Road Race 10K (50,918), Lilac Bloomsday Run 12K (50,721) and Dick’s Sporting Goods BolderBOULDER 10K (50,477); it was the first time that more than two U.S. road races exceeded 50,000 timed finishers in the same year.

Sure I also filled my 3-day weekend like most Americans – cleaned the patio, planted flowers, & gorged myself on (black bean) burgers, spinach salad (w/ strawberries), corn on the cob, potato salad & deviled eggs.  YUM!

Additionally, I super-sized the day by tagging along with Ash, Tom & the dogs on a hike after my morning race in Boulder.

But today’s run was about honoring war veterans – and in particular I ran this day for my Granddad, who served in World War II.  My Granddad is now in his 90’s & sadly, recently his health has declined sharply.

I grew up the oldest grandchild which often left me without playmates (most of my cousins are 5 years younger).  Granddad was super smart & exposed me to calculus & physics as a pre-teen.  His love of math & engineering was infectious.

Additionally, Granddad let me use his WWII binoculars to bird watch in the backyard (which opened into woods & a creek full of wildlife).  Granddad later gave me those binoculars.  And despite the many moves young folks make early in life, happy to say I still have Granddad’s WWII binoculars.

I remember many of Granddad’s stories – he served on a Navy vessel in the boiler room.  As the oldest grandchild, I’d sit quietly with the adults (my aunts) & listen to childhood stories.  My Uncle Dennis would set up the slide projector & show slides of us as babies & my Mom and her sisters as teenagers.

Granddad always worked – both inside & out of the home he built.  He attended college late in life (with my Aunt Joyce).

Nevertheless, he & Grandmother always found time for me, a gangling kid who had to grow into his looks.  I loved watching their old agitator (pre-washing machine era).  After running clothes through the wringer, Grandmother would clothespin [them] to a line Granddad had constructed from the basement to the outside.  He could fix absolutely anything.

In my eyes, this man could do no wrong.

So today, I ran for my Granddad – the greatest man I will ever know.

 

 

Ran almost every mile under 8 minutes, my last 2 miles faster than my first 2 (negative splits – WOW!) — and ran a PR, a full minute faster than my 1st Bolder Boulder in 2001 (13 years ago) 🙂

Official Timex Time for BolderBoulder: DA255 – Mile1=0:07:40, M2=0:07:51, M3=0:08:04, M4=0:07:48, M5=0:07:39, M6=0:07:41, Finish=0:48:26

 

2014  DA255  K R HAGA 48:26

2013  DA218  K R HAGA   51:24

2009  H721  Keenan Haga  53:51

2007  JC370  Keenan Haga 57:34

2002  CA217  Keenan Haga 51:28

2001  CC373  K R HAGA  49:38

 

 

6 days after the Georgia marathon, time to refuel mentally and get my Colorado hike on.

Decided on a local Boulder hike since I already had Sunday plans snow-shoeing 8 hours in RMNP.  I previously attempted Green Mountain in December 2012 but took a wrong turn & finished Flagstaff that day.

2014, no excuses.  Trekking with Ash & Tom means hiking’s been upgraded to GPS 🙂

Hiked UP a mile before being sign-restricted from continuing Green Mountain — $1,000 fine?  Well that’s no good.  Most of our local trail system was destroyed in September’s historic Boulder Canyon flood.  I had not first-hand witnessed the damage & naively assumed everything was now back to normal.  NOT!

Just beyond the trail closure, witnessed a huge gorge created by last fall’s destruction.  Bushwhacked UP thru fallen trees & rock, across snow & ice fields, until miraculously we reached Greenman Trail – which empties onto Green Mountain summit.

Next restriction?  No dogs allowed.  Guessing this is a new law since my guide book specifically states ‘dogs allowed’.  ARGH!

Beautiful day for me and my dog this day.  One older guy grumbled – but Ro & Marty were soon greeted by 3 other canine hikers. Warmed in the sun and enjoyed a black bean burger before return hiking down.

As luck would have it, Gregory Canyon trail was also destroyed so met up with Flagstaff trail, adding an extra ½ mile to our adventure (but no crazy bushwhacking climb DOWN the canyon – whew).

Not a fan of random Republic of Boulder ordinances, but today’s summit view – FAAAANNNNNTASTIC!

 

Attempted Frozen Dead Guy Days for the first time last year – in a blizzard – only to find all events postponed to Sunday.  Awesome BBQ, beautiful blowing snow, laughs with friends but overall, kinda a bummer.

Fast forward one year.  Sunshine and 30’s.

Drove Canyon to Nederland with my new housemates & secured amazing parking in the mud off Third.

Arrived 20 minutes before the start of the infamous hearse parade.  Crazy, ridiculous bunch of characters – costumed coffin racing teams, blue monkeys, the Incredible Hulk…followed of course by a line of hearses.

New, vintage and even a flame throwing Cadillac hearse.  Nope, not your everyday parade 🙂

Quick BBQ lunch at Wild Mountain, then off to the coffin races.  Scored a great viewing spot on the hill while Ash & Tom lost themselves in the beer tent.  Watched the Pink Socks retain their title, defeating the top qualifying Frozen Justice entry.  This day Spiderman, Hulk & Batman were no match for the mighty Pink Socks.

Missed both the frozen tee-shirt contest & Polar Plunge but cheered on ice turkey bowling participants & later watched a short movie on Grandpa Bredo – ‘the Frozen Dead Guy’.

Crazy ridiculous fun.  We’ll be back next year – it’s tradition 🙂

The Pink Socks did it again! Five Frozen Dead Guy Coffin Race wins in a row. The defending champions came to Nederland on Saturday, carrying their humble but sturdy coffin and bringing a lot of good cheer and optimism. If they did it four times, they could do it again. And they did: with ease. No one even came close.

 

The 13th Annual Frozen Dead Guy Festival was blessed, at last, with perfect weather. The snow came on Friday, smothering the Nederland area with about eight inches of gorgeous, sparkling snow, creating a winter post card of our recently dirty snow-filled town. As up to 15,000 people filled every empty space with their vehicles, the businesses and sidewalks and streets became parking lots for pedestrian traffic jams.

 

Everyone loved the sunshine, the no wind, the warm air and the crazy fun events that kept them moving from venue to venue. Music from band tents on either side of town kept the atmosphere upbeat and visitors said there was nowhere on earth they would rather be for the day.

 

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