The Ups and Downs of the She Power Half

When Cori asked me to sign up for the She Power Half Marathon back in March, I was in a bit of a running funk. I was worried that since I had not really been training, that a half marathon would be too much for me at this time. So when she pointed out that there was a quarter marathon option, I was easily persuaded to tag this race onto my extended summer trip home.

The packet pick up for this race was at one of the branches of the Indiana University Hospital. Pick up was a breeze and there was that extra touch of having each shirt, bib, and various swag in cute little boxes. I felt like I was getting a gift, but then remembered that I actually paid a race fee for this “gift.”


We decided to scope out the race venue before heading back to our hotel for the evening. The race was being held at Eagle Creek Park just north of Indianapolis. We found the entrance and noticed that it was one car entry. Since we knew we had to pay five dollars for parking in the morning, we just knew that getting into the park before the race was going to be a nightmare if we waited too long to arrive. We decided right then and there that we were going to try to make it to the park by 7 which we did with no problem.

It was a good thing that we decided to arrive when we did. There did end up being a traffic jam at the entrance causing the race to be delayed 10 minutes. It was already a humid day, so I was ready to get started before the sun became too much.


One of the cool things about this race is that the medal doubles as a photo frame. With all the downtime, we decided to get our pictures printed before the race. That too turned out to be a great idea because our wait was nominal, but after the race it would have been crazy long.

Finally it was time to begin the race. When I registered, I had the option of running a road race or a trail race. I opted for the road since that was what I was used to. If you were running the half marathon, you needed to complete two loops, and you could choose how you wanted to complete them, both road, both trail, or one of each. When I saw some of the ladies’ shoes at the finish, I was grateful to have kept to the road course. Apparently there was a small lake on the trail that was unavoidable due to recent rains.

The trail was mostly flat, but the race starts us a hill which zapped my energy pretty fast on the extremely humid morning. I pushed through and was happy with the course for the most part. It was hilly at times, but one hill was in my favor, and I picked up a lot of ground running down it.

As I rounded the turn to head back to the finish line, I was so glad that I had picked the quarter marathon instead of the half for this race. I just did not have it in me to complete another five miles. The near seven I had already completed was just enough for this morning.


As I came across the finish line, the race director called out my name, which was a nice touch. Then my medal was placed around my neck. Immediately after I was handed a rose, which was something that I had never been given at a race before, another nice touch. Finally it there was a nice drawstring bag with all the promotional swag. It was so nice to have something to stash all my stuff in and have my hands free for water and post race food.


I loved that they had a snow cone station at the end. It was the perfect way to cool down and wait for Cori to finish her half. For the first time ever, I was finished before her, and I was able to snag some pictures of her crossing the finish line.

Overall, I was pretty happy with the organization of this race seeing how it was an inaugural race. My only complaints were the lack of restrooms and the spacing of the water stations. The race directors were relying on the four bathrooms already in the park along with four port-o-potties to support all the women in this race. We hit the line around 7:15 and people were already having to beg for toilet paper from the stall next door. The water stations were spaced out strangely. I went about a mile and half between most which is normal, but then there would be two within a quarter mile of each other. With the high humidity that day having a few more stations would have been so appreciated. My only other complaint was having to pay to park on race morning. That is something that could have been added to our race fee so that we didn’t have to wait at a gate and cause the traffic to bottle neck. The support of the runners, medal, food, and free photo downloads were excellent and helped offset some of the negatives of this race. As I just visited their website recently, I’ve noticed that they are changing the venue for next year, so hopefully they will have worked out some of the kinks based on this inaugural run. If I was going to run in Indianapolis again, I would probably do this race one more time. Even though I did not complete the half course, I was inspired to get back into the habit of training, and am working towards a half in November. So thanks She Power Half for that bit of a push I needed.




One Day in Downtown Indy

Our run-cation weekend in Indianapolis was only going to give us a mere 60 hours, so like any good adventurer, we were going to make the most of it.   The two hour flight from Orlando had us landing and in a rental car by 10.  Our first stop was the Indianapolis Zoo.  


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I had visited this zoo several times over the course of my life.  I remember as a child going one summer with my brother and cousins and being able to ride on both a camel and and an elephant’s back.  All four of us in a saddle type contraption riding around on an elephant is an experience I will always remember.  As the oldest, I was seated in the back of our pack, and I remember that elephant swatting me with its tail as we rode around.  Of course in today’s world there are no more elephant rides. That was just the first of the changes I would find at the Indianapolis Zoo.

Upon entrance, I was already getting the vibe that this place had changed since my last visit.  The entrance seemed shabby, the restrooms were in disarray, and the animal enclosures felt like enclosure in some places.   The windows to see the tigers were distorted with foggy fingerprints and scratches.  While I might have been able to overlook all this, it was the “new” orangutan enclosure that had my heart breaking.   For the most part, they seemed to have a lot of room, but on orangutan was in a room by itself right near the window.  His soulful eyes seemed so sad and depressed.  I could only bare to look at him for a few moments.  

In all I think we spent about two hours at the zoo, and I don’t think I will be going back anytime soon.

From there it was on to our first food stop of the day, Long’s Donuts.  Situated in a house turned bakery, again, I was left unimpressed with my sprinkle cake donut.  Maybe if we had arrived first thing in the morning, I would have been more impressed.  Then again, I’m spoiled by a local establishment called Bakery Plus that makes the most amazing doughnuts right in Orlando–my mouth is watering just thinking about them right now.


Long’s was relatively close to the Indianapolis Speedway, where we had to take an obligatory picture.  No speed racing for us today, the track was being used for a Corvette show.


The original Love statue created by Robert Indiana was our next pit stop.  Located in the sculpture park on the grounds of the Indianapolis Museum of Art it is not the typical red color of those found in Philadelphia or New York.


Then it was into downtown.  There we walked around the city and ended up on the canal.  The canal is a unique feature.  There are surrey rentals and families were riding up and down both sides of the canal.  What intrigued me most were the paddle boats and kayaks floating up and down.  As we continued exploring the canal area, we stumbled upon a gondola ride.  We opted for the public tour, which ended up being a private tour since no one else joined us.  Our guide even sang opera songs in Italian to make it seem more authentic.

We ended our day with a visit to Bru Burger, full of local beers, and The Flying Cupcake.  Always the English teacher, I fount Kurt Vonnegut, of Slaughterhouse Five fame, overlooking the intersection where both of these places are located.  A beer, charcuterie plate, and couple of cupcakes were delicious after a day of walking around, and I was inspired to reread some of Vonnegut’s work.

Overall, we had a great time exploring downtown Indy.  We each were able to see everything on our list of Indy must dos. The great thing about Indianapolis is that it is a very walk able downtown.   Parking was easy to find everywhere we went, and if it wasn’t free, it was no more than $10.  Next time I’m in Indy, I am making it a priority to jump in one of those kayaks on the canal and hit up some more of the micro brews the city is becoming known for.


Chasing Garfield Around Northeastern Indiana

I grew up in Northwest Indiana on a 33 acre corn or soybean field depending on the year.  I loved growing up where I did–a little town where you run into people you know at the grocery store every time you go.  It was this version of Indiana that I wanted Cori to see on our weekend to Indianapolis.  

The day before our race, we did not want to do a lot of walking.  We had already walked about 10 miles around Downtown Indy the day before.  In my pre-trip research, I had found something called the Garfield Trail.  I knew that Jim Davis, the creator of Garfield was from Marion, Indiana, but I had no idea that there was something called the Garfield Trail.  After our search to find all the Wizard of Oz statues last summer in Chicago’s Oz Park, I had a feeling that Cori would be on board for a Garfield scavenger hunt plus it would give me a chance to show her the Indiana where I grew up.    


We spent the morning sleeping in and getting breakfast at our Hampton Inn before jumping in the car.  We had downloaded the map earlier so we had an idea that we were not going to go in order of the numbers listed, but rather make a big circle through northeastern Indiana.  


In addition to the trail map, you can listen to information on your cell about each location, but after listening to the recorded voice on one stop, we couldn’t take the sound of the recording and opted to just read the informational plaques when they were provided.

Our scavenger hunt took us through little farm towns, two lane roads, and rows upon rows of corn.  We even had a hard time finding a place to eat.  We eventually settled on hot dogs and milkshakes at a cute little inexpensive Drive In.  

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One of our stops coincided with my Diet Coke addition.  Swayzee, Indiana.

It was quite the Indiana experience.  We talked and laughed, mostly at our rental car that sounded like it was farting as we went over bumps, through the three hours it took us to drive around and find all the Garfields.  I’m sure we looked like crazy tourists as we jumped out of the car and snapped selfies in front of each tribute to Jim Davis.  Along the way, we only ran into one other couple that was doing the same thing we were, so if you are looking for something free and low key to do around Marion, Indiana, this is it.  

The day was so relaxing and a nice way to just catch up.  I was so glad Cori got to see the Indiana I know and love. 

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What’s the strangest touristy thing you’ve ever done?

Wandering Around Washington Oaks Garden State Park

Smooth sandy beaches are the usual picture conjured in one’s mind when thinking of Florida.  Craggy rocks usually draw images of California not Florida.  However, on the way to St. Augustine, there is a little hidden gem called Washington Oaks Garden State Park.  Nestled along the Matanzas River, this park is split in two by the main road.  On the river side is a beautifully maintained set of gardens with towering live oaks, lily ponds, and a rose garden.  It’s the perfect place for a picnic or just a stroll to stretch your legs after hours of driving.  The ancient looking oaks are dripping in Spanish moss and summon memories of what Old Florida must have looked like.

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Crossing the street takes you to the Atlantic beach side.  Here you will not find just any ordinary beach.  Instead, the beach is lined with coquina rocks that make for fun climbing and exploring.  I was reminded of a miniature version of the Mohegan Bluffs.   Waves crash over them unexpectedly, but the slippery rocks form tide pools at low tide where shells are sometimes lurking along with crabs and other sea life.  On the day we visited, most of the holes were empty, but it was still fun to scramble over the rocks looking for shells.  Pay the five dollars to visit, you won’t regret it.

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Seven Stops for St. Augustine Fun

Girls’ weekend took a touristy turn this year.  Despite the fact that we were only steps from Vilano Beach, we only stepped foot on the sand the evening of our last night. Instead of soaking up sun, we challenged ourselves to see all the highlights of St. Augustine.  Below are my top seven moments.

7.  Beach Sunsets

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6.  Old Jail

While this is totally a tourist trap, it was made less cheesy by our awesome inmate turned tour guide.  She held the group in rapt with her sassy demeanor as she showed us the workings of the jail that served St. Augustine until 1953.  Something called the birdcage punished inmates in the sweltering heat as they swung in the sun.  If that wasn’t enough, gallows sat on the backside of the property as a constant reminder that despite cozy looking outside of this building, it was in fact a brutal jail.  The one part that is seared into my mind is the cramped quarters of the third floor where I was not able to stand between the iron bunk beds comfortably.  


5.  Datil Pepper Challenge

Until I arrived in St. Augustine I had never heard of a datil pepper.  Apparently they are uniquely grown in St. Augustine and not in very many other places in the world.  Upon closer inspection of St. Augustine shops and restaurants, the peppers are truly found all over.  From popsicles to chocolate to sauces and jellies.  The datil pepper is a must try.  I recommend it dipped in chocolate or ground up in a popsicle.    


4.  Whetstone Chocolate Tour

Who doesn’t want to stop and taste chocolate straight from the production line?  For a mere $8 we were able to try about 12 different samples, from white and milk chocolate, to fudge, and specialty items.  Each bite was more delicious than the next; then again, I’ve never met a piece of chocolate that I didn’t like.  Right from the beginning, I knew that this was going to be a fun stop.  Our guide reminded me of Josh Gad both in looks and personality.  We each had to don a hairnet before entering the processing plant.  I was a little disappointed that we didn’t get to see more of chocolate in the production phase, but they produce as demand is called for, and as we were touring later in the day, the only live production we saw was fudge.  They did show us how the chocolate seashells are wrapped and sent down the line.  After a hot day of walking, this air conditioned tour allowed us to take a moment to cool off, and as a bonus, we left with a satisfied sweet tooth.  


3.  St. Augustine Distillery

I walked into this ice plant turned distillery and was in love.  The updated rustic look of the building looked just like Chip and Joanna Gaines had designed the space.  From the museum space waiting area to the tasting room, everything pulled from that original ice house feel but with an updated look.  One of the things I loved about this place’s story was how they had to petition Tallahassee to even bring this distillery to life.  Unlike beer and wine regulations regarding tours and sales to the public, spirits follow  much stricter laws.  Only after lobbying were the owners able to get the laws changed so that I could actually go on the tour of this distillery and purchase from them directly.  One concession to this is that they have to scan your driver’s license as legally you can only purchase two bottles of each label per year.  


2.  Paddle Boarding the Salt Run

On our last day, before the two hour drive home, we spent the morning at Anastasia State Park paddle boarding the Salt Run.  Just inside the park there is a rental place with SUP and kayaks.  We purchased a two hour block of time and made our way north along the Salt Run towards the lighthouse.  It was hot, but thankfully there was a small breeze that made the heat bearable.  Along the way I spotted a stingray, but the highlight was when I came within five feet of a Roseate Spoonbill.  I have never seen one of these birds in the wild, only in zoos.  I watched it feed in the oyster beds careful not to get too close to the bird or the beds.  The Salt Run provides two miles of sheltered water to paddle upon.  It’s the perfect place to try out SUP since the water is so calm and shallow.  I can’t wait to return with Geoff and our kayaks.      


1.  Hyppo Popcicles

Skip the ice cream, skip the fudge.  Instead, run do not walk to The Hyppo.  My mouth is watering as I am writing this remembering these awesome gourmet ice pops.  They are made by hand with local and organic produce.  Their three shops have flavors that change frequently.  Cori and I sampled six in the three days we spent in St. Augustine.  My first and favorite was the strawberry datil pepper, a nice blend of sweet and spicy.  My second encounter with The Hyppo was a watermelon mint which was extremely refreshing after the super hot day of sightseeing.  Last was the peach cheesecake and this one I had dipped in chocolate.  It too was yummy, but the chocolate took away from the popsicle.  I also tasted the cantaloupe pepper and pineapple cilantro that Cori chose.  I enjoyed these as well.  From now on each time I visit St. Augustine, The Hyppo will be a must stop, and I’m keeping my fingers crossed that they bring a location to the Orlando area.


Nesting Sea Turtle Walk

I am a turtle addict.  I can remember the first time my mom showed me a snapping turtle in a bucket that she had captured while she was mowing the grass.  I quickly gained an appreciation for its strong jaw as my mom warned me not to put my fingers too near its mouth.  My brother and I captured painted turtles in our backyard when we lived near a swampy retention pond for a summer.  Caring for them for a few days before releasing them back into the neighborhood.  I’ve seen these roaming reptiles on sandy trails in Central Florida, in the depths of the Caribbean during a dive, and lounging on a beach on Hawaii’s North Shore.  But my favorite turtle memory is the time I snorkeled in Barbados and gave a loggerhead a big hug.  I’m not sure what draws me to these creatures.  Perhaps I connect with their nomadic ways or they just remind me of my carefree childhood, but be it terrapin, tortoise, or sea turtle, they have special places in my heart.

When I came across the opportunity to witness a sea turtle nesting at  Canaveral National Seashore I made reservations for two and told Geoff he was on board whether he wanted to be or not.  (It’s a good thing that he likes this stuff nearly as much as I do.)  

A few days after placing my reservation, instructions with where and when to meet arrived in the mail and I began counting down the days until June 10th.  

The day arrived and it was my last day of school for the year and has actually turned out to be my last day of school forever since I will be starting a new job soon.  Geoff and I drove out to the coast and grabbed dinner in Titusville at Crackerjacks, a tiki bar on the river.  The service was non-existent, but the beer was cheap and the shrimp was good.  

Traffic and dinner took much less time that we anticipated, and we had about two and a half hours to kill, so we explored the park.

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First, we drove to the manatee overlook, but saw nothing but the running water and other disappointed onlookers.  I had little hope of seeing a manatee, the water in the ocean was a balmy 80 degrees so, they are not looking for warmer river waters at this time of year.  We did pass a little gopher tortoise as we were driving.  Hopefully that was an indication of our luck for the evening.

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Next we drove to the beach where families were packing up their cars and heading home for the evening.  We virtually had the beach to ourselves, so we walked for awhile dodging waves and looking for seashells.  

As the Turtle Walk time approached, we drove to the visitor center to meet our group.  Upon arrival a $14 per person donation was requested.  Upon payment we chose two seats in a theater where Park Ranger Ashely proceeded to inform us about the types of turtles that nest on Playalinda Beach.

We heard facts about greens, loggerheads, leatherbacks, and Kemp’s Ridley.  And out of all that information my fun fact take away was that spotting a leatherback nesting was like seeing a unicorn and out of the hundreds of eggs laid, only one in one thousand will survive to adulthood.  


As Ashley informed us of this fact, she busted out two baby food jars holding a loggerhead and leatherback hatchling that did not make it.  Crabs, birds, raccoons, humans, you name it and it is a potential threat to sea turtle hatchlings.  It’s no wonder that they are on the endangered list.  If it’s not predators getting them, its lack of habitat or the ingesting of garbage that ends up in the ocean.  After hearing Ashley talk and show us what has been removed from rehabbed turtles’ stomachs, I will never purchase another balloon in my life.  Something like 95% of released helium balloons end up in the ocean, and since they look like jellyfish (a turtle’s main diet) they end in their bellies.  

Finally it was time to head back to the beach.  In a caravan of cars we followed the ranger and her volunteer to a spot.  By this time it was completely dark outside.  No lights of any kind are allowed on the walk, and cell phones must be turned off.  In fact, no filming or camera equipment of any kind is allowed on the walk.  

We could have waited until 11 P.M. in hopes of seeing a turtle, but luck would have it that we saw one after about 45 minutes of waiting.  We walked about a quarter mile walk near the waves to the scouted nesting site.  When we were parallel with the giant loggerhead, our group of 18 silently approached making sure that we stayed behind her shell and out of her eyesight.  

I of course knelt down in front and not 15 seconds later was watching this loggerhead drop leathery ping pong sized eggs into the nest she had just created.  One of the volunteers pointed a red light into the nest so that we could see what was happening without disturbing the turtle.  With a steady rhythm lady loggerhead released eggs in groups of two or three until she filled up her nest about a half and hour later.  I lost count around 60 something eggs, but was informed that loggerheads typically lay between 100 and 110 eggs per clutch.  During nesting season that same loggerhead can nest between two and eight times.

Most of our group tired of watching the event after about 10 minutes.  Me and another girl were fixated during the entire event, and had to be told to move down towards the water so that mama could cover her nest and lumber back to the ocean.  

In the time we waited to watch our turtle drag herself back to the ocean, my husband, Mr. National Geographic, spotted the shadow of another loggerhead pulling herself out of the ocean and up the beach.  When the moonlight hit her just right, I could see her as well.  

Our turtle walk was coming to an end.  There would be no witnessing that second turtle lay her eggs.  That was okay with me.  It was nearing midnight, and I seen what I wanted to see.  It was time to leave nature to take its course, but not before marking the nest.  I have the coordinates of the nest we witnessed and hope that we can make a trip back late July to see if the hatchlings had emerged.  And so after a lovely evening I headed home satisfied with my newest turtle fix.


Reflections and Intercessions at Our Lady of Le Leche Shrine

I awoke this morning to the terrible news that 49 people had been mercilessly killed while dancing at Pulse nightclub in Orlando, a place located only  two blocks from where I have worked as an English teacher for the past 12 years.  Conflicted on whether or not I should actually take this trip, I decided that if I let the fear settle, terrorism would truly win and opted to pick up Cori for our annual girls’ weekend as scheduled.

Strangely enough on this day where terror and excitement were continuously trading places in my heart, I found myself on the grounds of the Mission Nombre de Dios and the Shrine of Our Lady of La Leche

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From the angels guarding the bridge, to the Great Cross, to the shrine to the Virgin Mary, and the prayer to St. Francis of Assisi, I was continuously reminded that even though great tragedy had struck my community, God is truly in control.  

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I wandered that property mesmerized by the ivy covered shrine that sat in the middle.  As I entered the structure, I was greeted by a statue of Our Lady of Le Leche and surrounded by the glow of candles–burning beacons of the prayers of those who stood before me.  While most people visit this shrine to ask Mary to bestow them with the blessing of motherhood, I found myself asking Mary to bestow peace on all the mothers that awoke to news that their child had been murdered.

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Continuing my exploration of the grounds I was drawn to the Great Cross, standing 208 feet above the Matanza River.  Pedro Menendez de Aviles, whom I had been introduced to at the Fountain of Youth, planted the first cross in the ground 401 years prior.  And though this stainless steel cross was erected in 1966, it serves as a reminder that this is the first place that Christianity was introduced to our country.  

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In front of the cross stands a bronze statue of Fr. Lopez, the first person to hold Mass on the soil of the United States.  Strangely enough the artist of this stature was from South Bend, Indiana an hour from my childhood home. With this information, I found myself feeling strangely rooted in two places for the first time in my life–my childhood home of Indiana and my adult home of Florida had found a place and a moment to converge.  


As I was leaving the grounds of the shrine, I came upon a statue of St. Francis of Assisi who ,I knew from my five years of Catholic school, is often associated with birds and animals. Next to him was his prayer on a plaque that held such significant meaning on such a day of despair.  I read it and was reminded of how life should and can be.  

I know it was Cori who wanted to stop by the nation’s oldest shrine, but as I wandered those grounds contemplating all that had taken place in just 24 hours, I wondered if a greater force was drawing us to this sacred space.   And just before leaving, Cori pointed out this bench to me which served as a personal reminder that each day should be seized and lived in joy instead of fear.