No, I am not going away, stopping blogging or anything like that. Nope, I am just changing things up a little that’s all, but more on that in some other posts that I might have planned.
We got the graves tended to in New Hampshire and Newport. Each year we notice fewer and fewer of the graves are being tended and even us – we talked about we only go to them once a year. As the older generations die, the memories of those who lie beneath the markers are forgotten and the stones are left to themselves or the occasional curious person who happens to wander by, stops to look at the marker, who this person was and then moves on with their life.
Fading memories of past generations is not something new, it is the way life is, but sometimes it is sad to think of the lives we live and how that someday someone will look at our gravestone and wonder who we were. My advice is that we pass the memories and family histories of those you loved to the next generations, because once you are gone those memories you hold will be gone as well.
We got the garden in, that is always a lot of work, but the fruits or should I say the veggies of our labors will be well worth it.
This last week was dominated by an unhappy hamstring and some bad training choices. Which if I look at things in a positive manner, are going to result in some very good things for me going forward.
Yeah, the hamstring is grumpy again because I ran to much on it last Monday and then kept trying to convince it and myself that I could still run on it. Finally, on Friday I just shut things down for the rest of May as far running goes.
It is time to give the body a good week off from running to let all the little niggles that an old fart like me accumulates like crows do shiney things heal up as much as they will and get to working on my next adventure.
I decided that I really do want to finish a marathon and know that if I want to do it, now is better than later. I didn’t make the decision lightly and am going about things differently than I have in the past, so we will see how it works out. I need to put some old ghosts that have been haunting me for so long away – so it is time.
You might see a slightly different format for my posts going forward and there will not be anymore weekly updates for a while. Monthly ones will keep happening – I think, but even that is up in the air.
One thing that I started last week was re-reading Ray Charboneau’s book Overthinking the Marathon. I read it several years ago and this time I am reading it from a different perspective and taking a pointers and hints from the book that are pertinent to where I want to go with my running over the next 6 months or more.
Wish me luck and patience because I have a feeling I might need a bit of both as I make some changes to my blog, running and yeah, that thing called life. They are all interconnected, so changes to one does affect the other and then I get to write about it here. 🙂
And off we go into the wild blue yonder…ooops that’s Air Force wordage.
I prefer the original lyrics to the modern version, sometime in “our” haste to modernize the words or to convey a different message, some of the original meaning is lost.
Versions & Changes
The original words and music were written by Captain Francis S. Van Boskerck, USCG in 1927.
The first line of each chorus was changed in 1969.
1st Verse (original, 1927 version)
From Aztec shore to Arctic zone,
To Europe and Far East.
The Flag is carried by our ships,
In times of war and peace.
And never have we struck it yet,
In spite of foe-men’s might,
Who cheered our crews and cheered again,
For showing how to fight.
2nd Verse (original, 1927 version)
SURVEYOR and NARCISSUS,
The EAGLE and DISPATCH,
The HUDSON and the TAMPA
The names are hard to match;
From Barrow’s shores to Paraguay,
Great Lakes or ocean’s wave,
The Coast Guard fought through storms and winds
To punish or to save.
3rd Verse (original, 1927 version)
Aye, we’ve been “Always Ready”
To do, to fight, or die
Write glory to the shield we wear
In letters to the sky.
To sink the foe or save the maimed
Our mission and our pride
We’ll carry on ’til Kingdom Come
Ideals for which we’ve died.