In May I wanted to do something cheap (in this case, free), yet meaningful for my birthday. Minus those seven months in LA where I body guarded Webster (inside joke), May also marked ten years in South Florida. What better way than to check off an item from my Miami bucket list. I decided to go on a run with the Raven. Robert "Raven" Kraft has been running eight miles on south beach for the last 34 years -EVERY DAY. A friend of mine pointed him out to me one sunny South beach weekend. "There’s Raven, he’s about to hit a 100,000 [miles]," my friend informed me. I had seen him before running on the beach with some people in tow and realized he was some kind of regular on the beach. Anyone that’s not a tourist has seen him running on the beach. I assumed the guy ran a lot but I had no idea. Well I had heard that ESPN was featuring him on a show celebrating his significant mile marker (no pun) and had hoped to join one of his runs before he reached ultra celebrity status. I wasn’t able to beat the show but was able to get the standard Raven experience nonetheless. Turns out Raven and the group of 12-15 runners that joined him that day were all extremely down to earth. Raven is just a guy that is committed to his thing and seems to welcome the company he gets on any given day. Everyone that runs with him for a full run gets a nickname. Admittedly half my motivation for making this run was to get my name. Pondering the thought of law school and other grand things at the time, I welcomed a moniker with the hopes of some needed insight like those passed out to some Native Americans. Shuttle Runner. Not exactly mind blowing considering one of my jobs at the time was driving a shuttle van. Plus I didn’t exactly see myself doing that work forever either. In the end, it fit however, as it seems to represent my overall running style. The run itself isn’t hard at all. It is not a competitive thing in the least. Everyone engages in welcome conversation with anyone that joins and the Raven purposefully takes his time . As he likes to say, has has do to it all over again tomorrow. Anyone that can run three miles briskly can do this lengthier run. After a good distance where I felt it would no longer be rude to do so, I took off and sprinted the last mile and a quarter to really get my heart pumping like I crave – maybe solidifying my new nickname. After the run the Raven goes for a quarter mile swim. Of course, everyone is welcome to join that too. That day the waves were rolling pretty hard (for SoBe standards). It was the perfect adventurous way to end the day. I was pretty happy with my gift to myself. www.ravenrun.net
Without the motivation of a paid race to make, I actually got up out of my own volition to run at an hour I would haven normally preferred to have been sleeping. I made sure I was hydrated before I went to sleep. That seemed to help negate the fact that I had less than four hours of sleep. Writing a blog AND learning how to edit said blog aren’t things that go hand in hand quickly. But having committed myself an early run here may have helped as well.
Anyways, running in the AM was the best thing I’ve done in a while. I got to the beach just in time to watch the sun pop up over the ocean. The colors were crazy. Sorry, I should have taken a picture. The heat hadn’t kicked in and there were runners everywhere.
I took my time with the pace going for distance and ran north along A1A. After mapping my run it looks like I succeeded. Hoping for at least 6 miles, I actually knocked out 7.49. That’s another $7.49 I’m pledging to the CAF. The day carried on in a positive note because the hardest part was over – no worrying about the day’s unpredictable events hurting or getting in the way of my workout. I even ran into a cute fit friend of mine who I hadn’t seen in a while at Starbucks afterwords.
Ugh. Time for bed. Let’s see if I can do it again tomorrow. Shooting for doing a known 5.88 mile lap for a faster run. But first I have to wake up. Baby steps. Wish me luck.
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Two main reasons:
-the Port of Miami has effectively separated the passenger side from the cargo side
-the infrastructure at Port of Everglades seems to be setup willy nilly with no clear goal of uniformity – or aesthetics for that matter.
When you enter the Port of Miami, which is conveniently connected to downtown Miami, you go over a bridge which has magnificent views of water and skyline on either side. You’re sure to recognize the locale from many a movie and for some, scenes from the cheesy CSI: Miami TV show. You’re almost certain to travel into the port effortlessly without a wait in line of traffic and are welcomed with an up to date overhead electronic sign displaying the location of your ship and palm trees a plenty.
To get into Port Everglades on a busy weekend, you’re welcomed by the four smoking stacks of the Florida Power and Light facility and a wait in line to get through the traffic check point run by the Broward Sheriff’s Office. Since the cargo and fuel refinery areas are commingled with the cruise terminals the whole port is a secure area. To me, this leads to a very poorly protected port in regards to the security of the cargo and fuel refining operations and an unnecessary hassle for cruise ship passengers. I’ve seen the sheriff’s office ask many a cabbie to open their trunk only to see some large suit cases and just wave them on through after confirming there’s luggage in the trunk.
Once inside Port Everglades you have to find your ship by navigating through stacks of cargo
containers, a dozen fuel tanks and a rusty freight ship here and there. It is a scene straight out of the Jersey mafia drama, the Sopranos. There seems to always be chaos at the terminals (none of which look alike) and the sheriff’s office hollering and screaming at everyone. I saw a lady in tears after her husband was yelled at for pulling up to the wrong spot to pick up the family and luggage after a cruise – there is no right spot.
You can see from the satellite images below that Port Everglades consumes more overall acreage. This is obvious from the refinery function. But you should also be able to see that everything is mixed together without any seperation of function. It seems Port Everglades is set up and is able to accommodate additional ships on the fly. But this very flexibility doesn’t seem to be thought out, or at the very least, implemented well. Every exodus from this port comes with a sigh of relief.