Episode 5-489 – Richard Anderson Interview Evolution to the Void
Hello my running friends.
Now, I see you… you’re shaking your head.
5 in a row? What are you doing Chris? I just got around to removing the RunRunLive podcast from my old phone and here you are dropping conten t again? How can we trust you again? You’ve put us through so much.
Yup – I’m on fire folks. I even baked up some new bumpers. Besides I am using the interviews for both my podcasts so there are economies of scale.
Hope all my American friends enjoyed your 4th of July. Treasure those memories you’re making with your family and friends.
I spent the week down at Cape Cod with Ollie and Yvonne. Pretty low key. Just hanging out and relaxing.
We’ve got a great show for you today.
In our interview today we talk with Richard Anderson about his books and his publishing process.
In section one I’m going to talk about Running fasted and in section two I wrote a thoughtful, amusing article on how to deal with challenges so that they don’t become debilitating.
It’s been fun to have some time to write these cheesy little articles this week. It seems like I have some new energy, yah know like terminal patients get a burst of clarity right before they croak?
On with the show.
Section One
https://runrunlive.com/fasted-running
Featured Interview
Hi Chris,
Please see attached Press Kit. Youi can also check my blog on my web site, richardandersonauthor.com, or Facebook, Richard Anderson_Author.
The books; “The Evolution of Life: Big Bang to Space Colonies”, and “Outbound: Islands in the Void” are available on Amazon/Kindle.
Thanks again for the interview.
–Richard Anderson
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Richard Anderson is an alumnus of San Jose State University, with a masters degree in microbiology.
His studies also emphasized molecular biology and biochemistry. Several years after earning his MA, Richard obtained a Clinical Laboratory Bioanalyst license.
In subsequent years he worked in various administrative and technical management roles in laboratory settings, beginning his first assignment as a clinical laboratory director in 1993. In 2006 he began working in a reference laboratory for Quest Diagnostics; he continued working in various Quest laboratories as a laboratory administrative director and technical director.
Shortly before the worldwide COVID-19 pandemic, Richard began to further explore research areas that had caught his attention during his studies and employment years. As a result of his research, new information came to light that sparked his enthusiasm. And as the pandemic engulfed the world, research and writing this book filled the voids left by relative isolation.
Richard lives with his wife live in the south San Francisco Bay area of California, close to their children and grandchildren.
Bibliography and contacts
THE EVOLUTION OF LIFE:
Big Bang To Space Colonies by Richard M. Anderson
Publication Date: April, 2022
Published by: Precocity PressCopyright © 2022 by Richard M Anderson. All Rights Reserved.
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Hardcover/Full color interior price $54.95 | 979-8-9851494-7-0
First edition, Printed in the USA
Kindle eBook price $9.99 | 979-8-9851494-8-7
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Section Two
https://runrunlive.com/13-ways-to-face-challenges-without-anxiety
Outro
That’s it my running friends, starved through to the end of episode 5-489. Have a hamburger. Maybe a hot dog. Lighten up.
I’ve had a good training week. 3 runs and 2 bikes and it’s not over yet.
A couple of those workouts blundered into the Surreal.
Let me take a moment to tell you about it.
First, Thursday morning, the 4th of July, I had a run scheduled. Nothing crazy. Just a 1:20 base building run.
I have a tradition, some of you long timers may remember, of going down to Chatham light beach and running over the 4th. Sometimes I’ll bike over and run. Sometimes I’ll drive to Chatham center, park, jog up to the beach and run.
This week, since Yvonne was around, I asked her to drop me off at the beach in the morning and I’d call her when I needed to be picked up.
The only problem with that plan is that this beach is on the parade route of the Chatham 4th of July parade. When the kids were little we used to go to the parade. It’s a slice of American-small-town patriotism.
The fire trucks, some marching bands, and some other assorted decorated cars and oddities. The town fill up with all the vacationers who have made it part of their family traditions.
We don’t go anymore. We have no desire to go stand in the sun and watch the local real estate agent drive by in his convertible. We thought that the parade started at 8:00 AM. So Yvonne drove me over early, just after 7:00. The roads were already being closed, so she got me as close as she could and I hiked up the rest of the way.
It was a beautiful morning. Clear skies. Not too hot. The town was all decorated and people were out. It was really nice. Just how you imagine a small town America 4th of July.
I’ve been running this beach for many years. And, having this span of experience, I have noticed it keeps getting smaller. Cape Cod is basically a big pile of sand dropped by the glaciers and it is moving. Every year the outer Cape – the part exposed to the Atlantic – gets chiseled away.
This part of the shoreline used to be protected by a barrier island but it was breached many years ago in a big storm. In the past I have been able to run for hours out on this beach and back. But each year it gets smaller.
After visiting the convenient porta-potties at the beach entrance I took off my shirt and set out. I was wearing my fly-hat – which is a running hat with a bandana pinned to the back. And one of my running vests to hold some water and my phone.
It was a nice run but I ran out of beach pretty quickly. One section that used to be a sandy point, or bluff has eroded to the point where they have build a stone breakwater around it. It was impassable.
It’s interesting to see these changes in your lifetime.
I headed back and discovered that the parade didn’t start until 9:30. I needed some more time on my feet, so I ran the parade route and it was wonderful. Maybe not so much for the people having to see my crusty old specter moving down the middle of Main Street smiling like an idiot.
Once I got free of Main street I hiked another few miles out of town to find a spot where Yvonne could fetch me. It was a cool adventure in people watching.
This morning, Friday Morning, I had an easy bike ride on my schedule. It was cloudy when I left, but wasn’t supposed to rain until later. I got my ride in on the Cape Cod Rail trail, with no issues. Felt pretty strong, but the heavens opened up as I got close to my house.
This was like movie rain. Just sluicing down and inches deep in the road. Because there is a short section of road I need to navigate to get back to my house. Cape Cod roads are dangerous on a good day. No shoulders. Very narrow. And, on this week packed with hungover patriots.
But I was only a little ways from home and feeling quite strong – so no issues. Plus, I almost exclusively ride my 29er mountain bike now and it is a beast in bad conditions.
The last thing I navigate before getting back to the house is an intersection where the road up from the rail trail, a busy road called Depot Road tees into another busy road and I need to turn left against traffic, cross the road and into my street.
Well, picture this, I’m up in the saddle grinding away, feeling strong. It’s a blinding, torrential downpour. There are three cars that pass me and que up to the stop sign at the tee. I see they are all helpfully turning right, so I move left to the center lane of the road and pull up past the car at the front so I can see traffic in both directions and wait for a gap so I can cross the road.
I’m clipped out, stationary and balanced on my right foot.
I’m watching the cars coming down from my right and turning into the road I’m on. And I see that the car is going to hit me. It’s going to be close, but yes, one of those slow motion things where it’s going to happen.
I start scooching backwards to give them room, but I don’t quite make it and the care clips my front tire and knocks me down onto my ass in the middle of the road.
I’m frankly, not angry, or adrenaline filled, because I knew I wasn’t hurt, and truth be told, I was probably violating the stop line. And I was at the penultimate moment of the workout where I was warmed up and grooving.
People are jumping out of cars and some lady offers me a hand, which I wave off, because I am perfectly capable of standing myself up.
Then there is this young lady saying “Sir! Are you ok? I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you.”
And I’m checking myself and my bike over in the pouring rain and it’s becoming apparent that she is really bad at hitting cyclists because I am unscathed.
But, she’s going on an on. And I’m telling her I’m ok. So I have her pull over out of traffic. The little crowd of motorists that has gathered starts to disperse. She tells me she was on her way to work and keeps repeating how she didn’t see me and how sorry she is.
I tell her, it’s ok, I’ll just take a picture of her license, just in case. And as we’re transacting this, in the pouring rain, on the shoulder of the busy road, literally 50 feet from my front door, I try to shield my phone enough to get a picture of her license.
The poor kid is probably all of 18 years old. She’s visibly shaking.
And I’m telling her to calm down. It’s going to be ok. I’m fine. Stop freaking out – you’re going to give yourself a heart attack.
And she asks, what should I do?
And I say again, calm down, go to work. It’s going to be ok.
And I went home.
My bike is fine. I have done more damage to myself falling over in a parking lot.
So my friends, calm down, go to work, it’s going to be ok.
And I’ll see you out there.