What, besides going to theme parks, is there to do in Orlando?

Posted on February 24, 2012 | Leave a comment

Here are a few things I’ve been doing in the past week instead of blogging: Running, cooking, eating, drinking, watching Lost, reading The Help, catching up on my ever-accumulating stack of magazines, and being super-busy at work in preparation for my upcoming week-long vacation to Orlando with the madre.

Unfortunately, I haven’t had much time to plan what we’ll do, outside of the obvious day or two at Disney and day or two at Universal Studios (with plenty of time reserved for The Wizarding World of Harry Potter).

I shall return to Epcot to admire all the flowers.

So, I’m in search of suggestions, specifically shopping and eating ones. Anyone?

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The JFK 50 Mile Run, or, why I do the things I do

Posted on February 16, 2012 | 5 Comments

“You will never run a 50-miler like I will never get a dog!” –Tish Hamilton, my coworker who is driving out tonight to pick up a cockapoo puppy

Tish tweeted earlier today about the JFK 50 Mile Run, how it’s the perfect 50-miler for a first-timer.

I’ve entertained the notion of an ultramarathon before, but I was thinking more along the lines of a 50K. (That’s about the shortest race distance that’s longer than a marathon.)

I Googled the JFK 50 anyway, and I learned that this year is its 50th anniversary. Hmm. That probably means cool shirts and cool medals. And, last year, the “A” qualifying standard for women was a 4:30 marathon. I have six sub-4 marathons under my belt. It’d be nice to feel like one of the “fast” people for a change.

But really, why on earth am I considering this? This race would likely take me at least nine hours. Nine hours! Of running! That’s crazy-talk. I don’t like running that much. Continue reading →

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The most dangerous run

Posted on February 15, 2012 | Leave a comment

I have a few loops from my apartment that I run frequently, especially when I go out before work. (I like to think as little as possible when waking up that early.)

I avoid secluded trails and paths when running in the wee hours, so a whole lot of my routes take me past the McDonald’s near one of the busiest intersections in town.

The number of times I’ve nearly been run over on the sidewalk where people enter and exit that McDonald’s far exceeds the number of times I’ve nearly been run over anywhere else.

People must really love their Egg McMuffins.

It alarms me how many cars are lined up in that drive-thru every morning. Sure, the coffee is only 89 cents (for any size!). Sure, breakfast sandwiches are delicious. Sure, you don’t even need to get out of your vehicle. Continue reading →

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My blog! It is a year old!

Posted on February 13, 2012 | Leave a comment

Exactly one year ago today, I started Remember the H in its current format.

And I managed to stick with it, more or less, for an entire year!

Let’s celebrate by looking at this extremely attractive photo of me cutting a birthday cake.

Happy birthday, blog of mine. Here’s to many more years of awesomeness and people remembering the correct way to spell my name.

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Race Recap: The Empire State Building Run-Up 2012

Posted on February 10, 2012 | Leave a comment

There’s not much I can say here that I haven’t already said on RunnersWorld.com, but in case that link ever breaks, here’s my description of the race:

If you’ve never done a stair-climb race before, you go out with no idea how to pace yourself, no concept of how fast will end up being too fast. The actual running in such a race is limited–it’s more power-climbing, taking steps two at a time, and using the railings to hurl yourself upward. Your lungs burn. After the first two or three stories, you see no one except the volunteers stationed every few floors, unless you’re passing or being passed. It’s eerily quiet–I remember hearing the tinny sound of a climber’s ringed hand sliding up the metal railing a few floors below me. You try not to look at the floor numbers because you just don’t want to know how far you are from the top.

When you emerge onto the Observation Deck for the lap to the finish line, the cold, fresh air punches you in the face–in a good way. It was snowing out there last night, and a cloud enveloped the top of the building. Almost immediately after you cross the line, you’re ushered back into the warmth… Continue reading →

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