Monthly Archives: September 2011

Lobster Dash

The Lobster Dash is a 5 mile race on the hard-packed sand of Ogunquit Beach in Maine.

Some of us run barefoot–which is pure joy on this sand–and others wear shoes.

After the race, every runner gets a lobster roll!

Come! Run with me now…

(I took this photo, and the others below, while running.)








That was just a few snapshots, to give a you a taste. Now, come experience the entire race!

There are two ways to do this:

1) you can peruse a photo gallery on Facebook (tagging yourself and your friends)…

or…

2) you can immerse yourself in a full-screen HD video!

Photo Gallery on Facebook

You can view the entire race in a photo gallery on Facebook. (To tag yourself or your friends in these photos, first press “LIKE” on the the Run with Ken Facebook page. Then, as a fan of “Run with Ken,” you can tag yourself or your friends in these photos!)

Click on the image below to see the photo gallery:

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HD video

Want to experience this race at its best, in full-screen high-def?

Go ahead!

Click Here to see the HD video!

Were you at this race–and if so, what did you like best about it? What could be improved?

(If you weren’t there, I hope these photos and HD video gave you a taste of the race…and I hope I’ll see you at a race next week.)

210_x_10_transparent.gif © 2011 by Ken Skier. All rights reserved.

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Ten years after

How was your weekend? I hope you enjoyed it.

But I know that no one could “enjoy” the tenth anniversary of a horrible day.

Yesterday I woke up at dawn, planning to swim and run and feel wonderful under the sky. I’d swim a mile in a big empty lake…and then run 5K with lots of happy runners.

But of course that didn’t happen.

Couldn’t see myself cavorting on 9/11. And I couldn’t watch TV. So I spent the day thinking about my Mom (a life-long New Yorker)…and trying to make some beautiful photos. Just trying to make some beauty.  Add a bit of life to the world.

Trying to see  the blue sky as a fountain of strength and continuity…

Something that fills my soul–

…and not a highway of Death.

I worked many hours on my computer.  Think I made some beautiful pictures.  But I never left the house.

The sky is blue again today.  And today (9/12) I’ll swim and I’ll run.

See you on the road.

Canal Diggers 5K

Hosted by the Central Mass Striders, the Canal Diggers 5K in Worcester, MA is a road race that really treats you right.

Most races give you a cotton T-shirt; the Canal Diggers 5K gives you a technical running shirt that I think I will really run in.

Most road races have a sign to mark each mile; the Canal Diggers 5K has a big digital clock at each mile, to spur you on.

And of course most races have some post-race nourishment, often just bananas and water; but the Canal Diggers 5K has a great BBQ with burgers, chicken, pizza–and excellent Harpoon beer!

Could I ask for anything more in a road race?

Sure.  I could hope for a fast course.  And the Canal Diggers 5K delivers.  I know it must be fast because I ran a minute and a half faster than I have at any other 5K this year.

(P.S.  I ran barefoot, and found the asphalt very smooth underfoot, every step of the way.)

Come! Run with me now…

(I took this photo, and the others below, while running.)








That was just a few snapshots, to give a you a taste. Now, come experience the entire race!

There are two ways to do this:

1) you can peruse a photo gallery on Facebook (tagging yourself and your friends)…

or…

2) you can immerse yourself in a full-screen HD video!

Photo Gallery on Facebook

You can view the entire race in a photo gallery on Facebook. (To tag yourself or your friends in these photos, first press “LIKE” on the the Run with Ken Facebook page. Then, as a fan of “Run with Ken,” you can tag yourself or your friends in these photos!)

Click on the image below to see the photo gallery:

P1450304--now_480v--wmarked.jpg

HD video

Want to experience this race at its best, in full-screen high-def?

Go ahead!

Click Here to see the HD video!

Were you at this race–and if so, what did you like best about it? What could be improved?

(If you weren’t there, I hope these photos and HD video gave you a taste of the race…and I hope I’ll see you at a race next week.)

210_x_10_transparent.gif © 2011 by Ken Skier. All rights reserved.

First Barefoot Trail Run

I love running barefoot.

Love running trails.

So what could be more natural than to run trails…barefoot?

I know some amazing trail runners who run without shoes.  I’ve been running on the roads without shoes for years…and there’s a trail near my house that I’ve often run (in shoes.)  So this morning it occurred to me:

Why not run that trail…bare?

Too tempting to resist!

I tied a red bandana on my head and ran out the door.  Jogged a mile or so to the trail, sure that this would be the next step in my evolution as a runner:

He doesn’t just run!  He doesn’t just run BAREFOOT!!  He runs TRAILS barefoot!!!

At the trailhead I could see how it would be.  I’d glide on a cool shaded path through the woods, barefoot like my great-great-great-great….grandfather…

….effortless and graceful.  A pair of shorts and a high-tech bandana the only clue that I’m the son of a modern, industrial era.  I’d run like our African ancestors…

Soft.  Silent.  Swift.

It’s a beautiful image.

But it didn’t turn out that way!

The trail was a ribbon of sharp-edged rocks.  Ouch!  Ouch!  Ouch!  A quarter-mile of dancing and prancing on jagged scree brought me to the summit of the hill: a blessedly-smooth granite dome.

Then down the other side, on painfully pointy rocks, annointed occasionally with glittering glass.  Trees closed in overhead and in the moist darkness, mosquitos must have broadcast a Tweet that an All-You-Can-Eat Buffet was approaching.  So I no longer had the luxury of focusing  on my feet: the insect world was zeroing in on my head like a swarm of WWII dive bombers and I had to wave them off.

But of course waving didn’t keep them away.  So as I ran, or jogged, as carefully as I could on the detritus of the last Ice Age, I smacked one hand and then the other against my head, hoping to discourage the hungry airborne hordes closing in all around me.

Buzz…

….Smack!

………RING!!! (as my open palm slapped against my ear, setting off a resonant tone in my head like a giant tuning fork.)

Buzz…

….Smack!

……..Ring!!!  (Nope.  Not a tuning fork: now each smack against my ear was like a church bell, a metallic thunderclap inside my head.)

All the while trying to avoid stepping on the sharpest of the stones underfoot.

It lasted a LONG time.  I don’t think I’ll ever do it again.  Running on trails is pure joy—in shoes.  Running barefoot is pure joy–on a road.  But running barefoot on a trail is just nuts.

(c) 2011 by Ken Skier.  All rights reserved.