I laughed at this. This doesn’t seem real though because Jeremy’s top tweet doesn’t have the check mark and the second reply does.
I never knew what to think about Chandler Parsons, but displaying this type of humor immediately puts him high on my list if he did write this. The fact that I like him and he’s white, does that make me racist? If you watch Silicon Valley you’d get this more than you already don’t.
Jeremy Lin Deleted Tweet
Let me start this post with a big thank you to Nathan Relles who transferred his bib to me and without this kind gesture, you wouldn’t have this blog post. Thanks Nathan.
A quick thought about me not getting selected to the lottery for the Broad Street Run…it’s absurd. Complete system failure. Before the race today I saw men who haven’t seen their penis in ages. There has to be some restriction to this race (like being able to see your penis). 10 miles isn’t a 5k, not everyone can do it properly. That aside, onward to the race.
I wrote about how I was feeling before the Broad St Run in this post if you don’t keep up with the blog. I got an average night’s sleep with Alex calling me at 12:30am after I feel asleep at 11:30pm asking where Sam was. This wasn’t a big deal except that I had actually fallen asleep and not only did that wake me up but Jeff and company were listening to music which also made sleep challenging. Either way, my alarm went off at 5am and I sprung to action. I dropped a deuce, brushed my teeth, showered, and tied my running shoes tight. I ate one Granola bar and was feeling light on my feet.
I drove and parked in the Wells Fargo Center at around 6am and caught a subway before the lines got crazy. It’s about a half hour to the starting line so I had a while to kill before the 8:30 start. I hung around and did some light stretching. I dropped the kids off at the pool a second time and also was urinating like crazy. I wasn’t sure if this was a good or bad sign but and didn’t want to cake my pants. I was herded into the corral and sat through 15 minutes of talking before the race was about to start.
The timer went off and I was using a watch for the first time ever. I have no problem getting out and fell into a comfortable pace. My thoughts at this point are that I want to finish the race without caking my pants. Essentially, put up a respectable time and don’t embarrass yourself.
Through 5 miles I was still feeling good and people weren’t picking me off and I was actually gaining on some people ahead of me which is a great sign. I was exactly a minute (29:00) under 60 minute pace at the 5 mile which pretty much assured that I was going to finish OK. Considering the fact I still felt good, I was in high hopes. I got to 7 miles which is what I wrote in the last entry was my do or die point with regards to time. Amazingly I didn’t exactly do either and stayed at 6 minute pace. I had virtually no kick and finished at 59:08 which I’m pretty happy with but it was about 30 seconds slower than last year. My splits were 5:49, 5:45, 5:50, 5:50, 5:43, 6:03, 5:56, 6:00, 6:03. 6:03. Without being a track expert, you can see that I lost touch at the 6 mile mark and I can’t really remember what happened because I didn’t feel lousy.
Overall I lived up to my own expectations and actually felt very good throughout. I needed a few more longer runs during training if I was going to improve upon last year which is seemingly my peak. I lacked finishing speed but my preparation was excellent as I felt like a million bucks throughout the race . Overall though I had a good time and I’m glad I did it once again. I hope everyone else who did the run and reads this post enjoys it too.
My Broad St Run performance
This weekend leading up to the Broad St Run has been difficult. Normally I’m guzzling down beers with the everybody else but this weekend I stayed completely sober. The difficulty lied in the fact there was so much going on this weekend that it was nearly impossible not to have a good time. I strategically planned out a settled weekend and stuck to my gameplan.
I slept in Upper Dublin on Friday night because I was playing in a Golf Tournament that was using a Stableford scoring system. What Golf Tournament you may ask? I spent 50 bucks to join an association that plays at Center Square which I was made aware of by Sam Levin. I woke up early on Saturday and had breakfast with my mom before I went over to the course. I had an awful round just a week ago so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I hit a few balls and felt OK but certainly wasn’t impressive. I stepped up to the first tee and felt a bit of nerves for some unbeknownst reason. I eyed up the ball and took my back swing just thinking that I hope I made contact. My downswing brought about a huge topper that went 50 yards and I was off.
The round went well and I finished with an 85 from the whites at Center Square which sounds better than it really is. I was all over the place and finished just out of the money with a +18 in the stableford scoring. They factor in my 16 handicap and you get -2 for D bogey, -1 for a bogey, +1 for a par, +2 for a birdie, and +4 for D birdie. I actually birdied a hole which translated to a double and is why my score was so good. +21 won it.
After golf I returned home and took a nap while my friends and siblings were drinking. I woke up, ate some pizza, and then hung around with more people. It is somewhat odd not drinking because I have no difficulty interacting with people and probably do a better job to the point that I have no reason to ever drink. Sure it’s not as fun, but it’s good to talk to people sober just so I remember how to do it. At 10:43 currently, everyone has gone out for the night and I’m sitting at my computer blogging.
My goal tomorrow is sub-60 minutes. I’m pretty confident I’m in sub 60 shape but I haven’t gotten the long runs in I would have liked to. This means that I will be under pace at 7 miles and either I’ll have it or I won’t. I feel pretty good though with no major injuries. I tried to do everything right leading up to the race and if all goes well, hopefully I beat last years time of 58:45. We will see. Well I’m going to polish the bed post before I go to bed. Just kidding, you never change the oil pre race. It’s like losing power.
I’m an American Odyssey Relay veteran. 2014 is my 3rd consecutive year running this relay and each year keeps improving. For new readers, AOR is a 200 mile relay from Gettysburg to Washington, DC that is completed by 12 runners. Being a vet, there are no worries whatsoever going into it. I don’t worry whether I’ll be able to finish the legs, get lost on the course, meet up at transition points, or wonder what it’s like being in a van for 30 hours. With all of this behind me, the goal becomes to have fun.
This year we had the same van as last year except that my brother replaced Bob. There’s a comfort level to knowing the people in your van which is both good and bad. In one sense you know what you are getting which takes away the fun of meeting new people. However, because you know each other so well, you can completely be yourself and that leads to a different atmosphere. Either way, you spend almost 2 full days together so it’s important to make sure you get along.
Our team had a 10:15am start time. We woke up early to watch Nikkii decorate the van because she is the only one with any type of artistic ability. I tried to help in the creation of what to write and some how steered us in a direction towards cows instead of bulls and that lead to confusion. Technically we are the Ambler Stampede and even horses can stampede as Nathan accurately pointed out. Either way, the van got decorated and we killed some time before heading to the starting line.
Breakfast at Perkins
Before we got to the start, we stopped in Walmart to buy an AUX cord so we could listen to some tunes. Can we get this cord subsidized 24 ways? Once ready to jam we saw Maureen off and our set of legs were set to begin. We had some hours to kill and had our traditional Perkins breakfast. Discussion at the table is always humorous.
Our plan was to drive the set of legs that Van 1 was running to get a feel for the course. I abruptly decided that I needed to charge my phone and plugged in a monster converter that blew the fuse. This send a shiver of panic over our van because without power to charge the phones, we had no GPS. We backtracked to where we started and picked up a conveniently 24 packed set of 20 amp fuses. Once replaced, we were back on track.
Old Friends.
We knew the weather called for rain but didn’t know when. Wouldn’t you know that as soon as we got the the transition point, it started pouring. The weather was warm though so we had that going for us. Lisa started off leg 7 for us and we were off. At this point, Nikkii had been demoted from driver after telling us she “had it up to here (pointing to about the van ceiling)” about us pointing out the nuances of her driving and comments to passing runners. Let’s not forget the almost Corvette incident 20 hours earlier.
Lisa completed her run as she always does and David got a taste of what CK4 had to experience last year, a long incline followed by a serpentine of downhill that extends miles. David finished and passed off to Sam who popped his AOR cherry. By this time the weather stopped raining but it was starting to get cold. Sam handed to Nikkii who went on a delightful run through the woods. She emerged somewhere and finished her run handing off to me.
TC and Nathan at the Mason Dixon line border.
Because this is my blog, you get to read about what goes through my mind while I run. I was feeling pretty good along my 7+ mile leg to start. I caught up to Nathan and took my favorite picture of the relay. The environment along the Mason-Dixon line is incredible. It’s a panorama of farm land. I always keep my eyes out for slate roofs and there were two awesome structures along my path which I wish I had a camera to take a picture of. At about my 5 mile mark I was caught by another runner which has never happened before. This guy was moving pretty good and I wasn’t necessarily taking it easy but I had some gas left in the tank. I went with him as he passed me and stayed with him for a long period of time. With about a half mile left, I made a move to the finish line only to be denied and then owned by about 15 meters. Fun nonetheless.
I gave the baton to CK4 and he completed our first set of legs. Since the vans were at different points, we decided to get some food on our own. We couldn’t remember if we ate in Boonsboro last year and decided on a different course. We found a beer store and an Cracker Barrel for some food. At this point we all had a few bullets and were having some fun messing around. We arrived at Boonsboro at around 10pm and had a bit of time to kill. I brushed my teeth which was a revitalizing factor. Nikkii also saw the stick of my deoderant head fall on the street as I nonchalantly put it back in and used it. The life of a runner.
Team 2 during CK4’s night run.
I started this set of legs taking the Browns to the Super Bowl in a lonesome porta-a-potty. It was completely dark inside and I crossed my fingers it was less used because it was in such a remote area. Everything went fine and David started this next set. The second set of legs is a bit shorter and David went out a touch to hard which was evident by his minute slow down from 1st to 3rd mile. He handed off to Lisa who took down the hardest leg on the course BY FAR. This leg was crushing runners left and right and it was no surprise that it manhandled CK4 last year only to sideline him for his last leg. Some sarcasm is being use here but Lisa completed the leg efficiently. During this transition, some drama occurred.
While I was driving, I jokingly said that I saw some little child on the side of the road. This FREAKED Nikkii out. Discussion lead to a chupacabra and Nikkii was breaking down about doing her night run. Sam’s quick moving light through the night sky handed the bracelet off to Nikkii and she was set out in the abyss. We met up with her half way and running had overcome the fears of the devil. She finished her run and I had a short 3+ mile run.
My run started through the Gettysburg battlefields and after a few moments I was completely by myself. My headlamp was weak and I had to look down to see straight every time. It was pitch black and after our ghost comments, I had that going on in my head that I was completely vulnerable to any 2am attacker in the battlefields. At one point these lights flashed across the road and my heart skipped a beat. I was certain I was getting abducted by aliens but it turned out to only be the lights of a van behind me. I finished my leg and handed off to CK4. CK4 also successfully finished his night run and we were on to the 3rd set of legs. We passed on the $7 dollar boy scout buffet and headed off to John Poole High School.
Bundled up.
Most of van 2’s 3rd set of legs runs along the Potomac which is quite the scenery. The start begins at a middle school in Poolesville, MD. It’s a bit over an hour drive from Sheppardsville, WV to Poolsville and David manhandled the driving with me sitting shotgun and giving uncertain directions. We listened to some Pink Floyd and other classic rock artists while making the trek at 4am. We got there at 5, parked the van, and tried to get some shut eye. I bundled up in a sleeping bag outside because the van gets a bit crowded and lord knows how much oxygen is trapped in that van with 5 other people breathing.
I woke at 6:15 after about an hour of sleep to see they had opened the school. I bought a bagel and the kid told me there was cream cheese and a cutter over on the other table. I wasn’t familiar with a cutter and used a knife to split it. The woman there looked at me like I was special and told me that I could have used the bagel cutter and that she couldn’t give me any advice on how to use the toaster. After I punched her in the face, I went outside and slept an hour more.
Hanging out at the John Poole Middle School
I’ll bypass the running along the Potomac but each leg is beautiful with little hills and the weather was perfect. The only episode occurred when I handed off the stick to CK4 and his phone was dimmed. He stamped his foot down and wasn’t moving which isn’t a good look during a relay where running is encouraged. After a minute, he took off and I was put in charge of directions to the finish line. My GPS wasn’t working right and I was using Nikki’s. This was a mistake because I veered from the AOR directions and used a device that I wasn’t familiar with. We missed a turn and it sent us into touristville DC and we crawled along. We arrived in time to see Chad finish and our running journey came to an end.
AOR team at the finish line.
We finished the run in a bit over 29 hours which was good for 50th place out of 200. This relay isn’t about winning and a good time was had by all. The after party held in the wharf was not a great experience. The beer being poured was atrocious and a line was building because pouring wasn’t handled properly. The food was average but free is free. A short episode about bedbugs in the hotel sent everyone packing. We had a nice team meal in College Park, MD and then headed home. I was running on 2 hours of sleep and pretty tired. Lisa, Nikkii, and I chatted it up along the ride back but it seemed to drag on. We arrived safely and I was dropped off before I had to deal with van issues which was nice for me. My drive back can be read about here but once my head hit the pillow, it was lights out.
The overall experience was positive. You hang out with different people and spend time running which is both healthy and fun. We made sure to crush some bullets along the way try to stink as little as possible. Knowing how to prepare for a relay like this is half the battle to success. Major thanks to Nathan Relles for organizing everything because without him we would be all over the place. Another thanks to everyone who participated because there is no AOR without a team. If you’ve read this far in this post, you enjoy running too much. Until next time.
Top bloggers (not me) recognize that what they write needs to draw attention. This can be done by exaggerating a situation and thus making it funny. Nobody cares if you have a bad day. Someone may care if you have a day worse than Alexander’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. This concept doesn’t come without some drawback though because you start to turn into the Boy Who Cried Wolf and what you say starts to lose its punch. Either way, The Pres from Barstool has mastered this art.
I’ve actually stopped reading Barstool as much as I did because it has gotten so convoluted with material. I’ve basically narrowed my reading to what Mo and Smitty say from Philly and the Pres. There is no doubt that the Pres is the finest blogger that Barstool has and it’s not surprising he is the creator. The Pres has learned how to exaggerate commonplace thoughts into Earth shattering stories. He refers to himself as a Mogul which should give you an idea of how highly he thinks of himself. With that quick back drop on the Pres, here are some tweets to help understand his mantra behind catching eyeballs.
Here is an example of the Pres taking a popular, polarizing figure and finding something so absurd and turning into a power move.
Drake using a lint roller on his pants courtside is such a preposterous move that now I have to start doing it http://t.co/bHN5A5XPku
— David Portnoy (@stoolpresidente) April 23, 2014
Every at bat? Hitting balls to the moon?
I don’t know how the Sox aren’t winning because every AB I see they are sending one to the moon
— David Portnoy (@stoolpresidente) April 23, 2014
Of all time?
Jacoby Blahsbury with the most anti climatic crowd reaction of all time.
— David Portnoy (@stoolpresidente) April 22, 2014
The Pres has developed this persona that he has to be bigger than life. I personally think it’s great as long as you know it’s a schtick. Guys like this can come off as douche bags if you aren’t understanding that they are making normal things interesting with text.
The Masters are in full swing with the event starting this Thursday. If you’ve been living under a rock, Tiger has withdrawn for back issues and that takes some of the luster out of it. Either way, its a prestigious event that delivers some awesome golf for 4 days.
I came across this great story with Phil Mickelson being challenged by a fan during one of his practice rounds. Phil overhit his tee shot on the 6th hole and was in the rough when the fan was “mouthing off that it was a ‘hard shot, get this up-and-down, no chance, blah, blah, blah'”. Phil bet the guy 1 dollar that he could get up and down. He ended up chipping on and missing the putt and paying the man his dollar.
@GolfCentral and he paid the debt, even if he had to borrow the $1 from @JasonDufner's caddy pic.twitter.com/uAFe8Ml2XG
— Brad Mont (@mavdc) April 8, 2014
It’s nice to see someone pay up when they lose. Obviously Phil has millions of dollars and this bet isn’t about the money, but too often people make bets, lose, and then not pay up. All payment on bets should be made on the spot. If you run your mouth, you pay up when you lose. Any time payment isn’t made right away, the bet gets forgotten about.
Also long term bets need to be written down because payment tends to be forgotten. 2 of these come to mind. I bet the Shee $100 dollars that Tiger Woods was going to stay with his wife for 2 years after the whole whore ordeal went down. I lost and ended up paying $66 of the $100 dollars in green’s fees. After writing this post, I rightfully owe Shee $34 dollars. The other bet was when Jeff bet that Andrew Bynum wouldn’t play another another game as a Sixer or something along those lines. As you can tell, I can’t even remember the bet so I’m sure whoever lost never paid.
This story reminds everyone that debts need to be paid or else all integrity is lost.
I participated in the Philadelphia Hot Chocolate 15k this Sunday. This was an odd race for me because I had not been able to run properly for the last 11 days. Two Tuesday’s ago I took a shot to my ribs in basketball that left me unable to train, or for that matter run at all. A few days prior to injury, I had run a nice non-stop 9 mile run and was pretty hyped for a good performance at this race. I was sidelined for all of last week and starting this Wednesday I was able to at least run a bit. On Friday I put in 3 miles on the treadmill about a minute slower than race pace and was able to do it relatively pain free. 3 is not 9.
I spent the weekend completely sober and even the 7 days before that so I was in good health and spirits even with the injury. I woke up at 5:30 on Sunday to get ready for the race. I deuced and showered, tightly tied my race shoes, attached my bib, and ate a chocolate chip granola bar to prepare. I hailed a cab and met up with Chad, Nikkii, Evan and Lisa at the Art Museum steps. It was way colder than I would have liked. We met up with Jenn and Jon to expand the crew. Here is a pre-race shoe shot which looks neat.
Which is mine?
I hadn’t been checking my phone but we luckily met up with Laura as well. Evan and Chad were doing the 5k which started 45 minutes before the 15k. I saw them start and was highly anticipating the results. I wanted to see them finish but it was cutting it a little close as I had to get to my corral for my race. I could tell from the people and how they were dressed that it wasn’t going to be the most competitive race but for my physical state, that was fine. The weather was warming up too which made things all the merrier.
The race went off and I was in the back of the corral. I started and wasn’t pushing the pace and felt pretty good. I knew I had a chip time cushion and hit the 2 mile mark at close to 12 which is where I want to be. If I could sustain 6 minute miles, I’d be happy. I was gaining on people who went out too hard and started running with this tiny kid who after seeing the results was only 15. He took me through 5 and then started picking it up, or better put, not fading. I was still feeling pretty good at the 10k mark and a weird thing I do is break everything down to percentages. At 10k, I only have 33% of the race, or merely a 5k and that kept me going. I was making some spurts of energy but all was not well with the endurance. Mile 7 and 8 went down but not without a fight. I was out of steam for the final .3 and had no kick whatsoever. I finished in 8th place with a time of 56:29. I was happy.
After the run we went to Brick (s) and had some brunch. They offered a $20 bottomless drink special and I think I drank about 8 mimosa’s. Ck4 even did a Coors Light – Amaretto bomb which was a rarity. I ate a decent omelet and there were some breakfast burrito’s that looked big. The service was good and it was a nice spot to check out after a race. Evan had some people over after but I was all mucked up from the run and went home. I showered and dressed to go back over but wasn’t feeling great. I laid down for one minute and fell asleep. I woke up 2 hours later and watched an episode of the Wire which brings me right here right now.
This chocolate fondue was giving to finishers.
A fun day and mostly sober weekend which is also a rarity. Good job to everyone who participated because the more people who do it, the more fun it is. I also will add that the race was was well run and an ideal size. The course wasn’t the most creative (out and back on West River) but the weather was magnificent for a run. I will probably add some pictures to this post as they become available.
I know I’m a dick. Society has gotten to be such wusses that most people with any competitive spirits are also dicks. I live by a certain set of beliefs that has been molded throughout my life experiences. Below you will find a video of something that I would never stand for.
If you watch the video and can’t tell what I’m referring to, than you probably didn’t see that double high five given for missing a spare that should have been gotten. A high five is basically saying you didn’t do that great and we’re all OK with that. It’s celebrating mediocrity. It reminds me of Meet the Fockers when Greg says, “Most people aren’t proud of sixth place ribbons.” This goes the same for when people miss foul shots at the free throw line. You shouldn’t get high fives for missing something you are supposed to make. Fuck encouragement. Results count in competition.
One word, embarrassing. The Sixers set out to tie the NBA record of 26 consecutive losses if they lose to the Rockets on Thursday night. The Rockets are 48-22, the Sixers are 15-56. Chances of trying the record are extremely high and then they are looking to break the record on Saturday against the Pistons. Being from Philadelphia, this is hard to stomach.
One thing that ownership doesn’t consider with a tank season to get a high draft pick is that they will lose a certain fan base. I’m certainly not a die-hard basketball fan but I enjoy watching the game and if I had to choose a team, it would be my home town. At this point of time, I want to be as far away as possible from being a Sixers fan because being associated with them is being a loser. An NBA record loser. Losing 10 games in a row is humiliating. Losing 25 is next level.
Seeing your team lose 25 straight games is painful and nauseating. The “brilliant” idea that by tanking this season to get Andrew Wiggins was certainly questioned with his miniscule performance in the biggest game of his young career. What about Duke losing to Mercer and how that questions Jabari Parker’s leadership? I still think these guys will be dynamite NBA players but it displays the uncertainly involved with athletes that are so young.
I can’t imagine that the franchise considered losing 25 straight basketball games. Sure you want to tank but you aren’t trying to NBA record tank. To be considered one of the worst teams in NBA history is not something a franchise wants to be known for. Cleveland held the esteemed honor before what is almost certain to be passed to the Sixers. That’s abysmal. I hope the turnaround is lightning fast next year or else a lot of people are going to be scratching their heads.
A runner is anyone who sets goals, and then tries to achieve them. With the growth of running’s popularity, this definition has gotten lost in the masses. I have no ill feelings towards anyone who tries to improve their self by exercising but just because you run once a month doesn’t mean you should be entering races as a “runner”. This post will hopefully give some thought into training for a race that you are trying to prove something to yourself by obtaining a goal.
After running with Sam, for the first run together in our entire lives, I noticed that our training techniques differ. I had an inkling this was the case from reading about his previous practice runs but I didn’t truly understand until we had a brief discussion. To put it as simply as possible, Sam runs miles, I run to exhaustion. This is mainly because we are at different stages of our lives with Sam finishing his collegiate running career and myself trying to stay in shape and run quick times in races I choose to enter. He had time available to him to run 70-80 mile weeks whereas I was lucky to squeeze in 25. When running 70-80 miles, the pace is going to be slower because you are running more. My runs tend to be shorter and as fast as I possibly can do them.
My training is based on whatever upcoming race that I signed up for. For instance, in the upcoming two weeks I signed up for a 10k and 15k. My philosophy is that I can’t enter a 15k unless I’ve been able to run 9 straight miles on a training run. Training shape equates to racing shape. Today I was able to run 7 miles at a pace that was about a minute slower per mile than my anticipated race pace. With 7 days until the race, I want to put in 3-4 more runs with the longest being 9 miles, no rest. This way when I get to the race, I’m not worried about finishing the race, I’m thinking about how I’m going to run the race.
I also try to peak when I’m about to race. If I know that I have a race 2 months away, I’m not going to kill myself on training runs day 1. The body can only endure so much and it’s important to take care of it. I think 12 weeks is enough time to get yourself into race shape. The distance of the race that I signed up for will always dictate how much I’m running. If I have a 5k upcoming, I may do shorter, speedier runs than if I was training for a half marathon. For a half marathon, I’ll start with 3-5 mile runs and over time graduate to 10-13 mile training runs. When I get to the end of the training, I want to have completed the full distance of the race without stopping. Training to peak is something that is important because we can’t be in our best shape at all times. Sometimes life gets in the way.
I want to point out that running is a process. You slowly build up to race shape with shorter runs and making sure the mileage isn’t overwhelming. Getting injured is the worst possible thing that can happen to a runner. Being stubborn is also a leading cause of injury for runners. It’s difficult to dissect whether that nagging pain is something to run through or to rest and that’s when people get hurt. I hurt my knee a few months ago and I can still feel that it’s tweaked. When I start to notice it more than I feel comfortable with, I back off. This is why I make certain to write that you have to build up to running. If you are doing a half marathon, you don’t just go out and run 13 miles. It’s a long, slow process. Rest is your friend.
I have had multiple running logs throughout my life. They tend to disappear when I purchase a new computer. A log is important because it sets benchmarks and can show you how good of shape you are in when compared to other points in time. I tend to get lazy with this part of the training process but it’s a useful tool. The way I do it is by taking a set of runs and picking spots along those runs to take a time. Being a person of routine, I usually only have about 3 runs that I rotate so it doesn’t get complicated. I don’t mind if the time is every half mile, mile, or just a set distance. Here is an example of my log. The first part of this run has no mile markers and my watch doesn’t count miles so I just take an aggregate time. The next part are all half mile splits which are marked on the trail. Coming back is the same distance as the start. From this run, you can see that I was tired when I finished the run as I was 2 minutes slower coming back. I also made an effort to pick it up at certain points of the path to see what race pace feels like. The next time I go out for a run, I compare it to this and see if I was faster or slower. If I was slower, what have I done in between those dates?
