Monday, April 13, 2009

just quickly

Seems the world has turned to Facebook and fewer and fewer folks are blogging. I'm old fashioned and try to continue updating my blog. After all, a lot of my friends and family have just gotten used to blogspot. FB would probably be the last straw and push them into caves with open fires and chasing wild animals.

Bottom line- good week last week. However, though excited about my run today and starting off another good week, I had one of those days. You know? I never really was comfortable. Legs were tired and I felt like I was 20 pounds heavier. In fact, I have to admit that I walked the last 1/4 mile of my 3 1/2 mile loop . Yuck . I hate that feeling. Just when you thought you were starting to make a little progress, reality comes back and smacks you in the uh huhs.

On a lighter note, I took E to soccer practice (mind you, she's really just a first year) and stayed there and watched. She's improving and actually able to move the ball with both feet. A big improvement from several weeks ago.

Maybe tomorrow's run will be better.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

What was that?

Something went buzzing through me this evening as I was cooking chicken fajitas on the grill. I've done lots of things, some good, some not so good in my 49 years, 6 months of breathing the air that God has freely provided our little rock that whirls around the sun every 365 (give or take) days. Some have been pretty stupid and some were almost brilliant. Now I sit here pondering, wondering. I feel sort of like the Grinch talking to his dog Max moments before he figured it out.

Susan was asking me what I might want to do for my 50th birthday. Six months away. In all honesty, I have never even thought about it. Really. Until now. The question, asked in total innocense and utmost sincerity, buzzed through my head, doubled back and drilled right down into my gut. What was that? was that my pride quickly being wiped away like a dry erase board? Wow-50. I believe that in most likelihood that number puts the majority of us on the down hill side. If my life were a work week, I'd probably be about Wednesday afternoon, maybe getting close to quitting time.

I guess the thing that struck me was I quickly realized that I still feel like a teenager at times. I'm having too much fun to be 50. Maybe I should act more my age? Susan hates it when I say that. Or maybe I should just start buring the candles at both ends. Damn 50, full speed ahead! I guess I have six month to decide how to approach it. I am in dire need of some wisdom out there so if you have anything to contribute, let me know.

On the running front-
Glad to see Amy ripped off a new PR . . Congrats girlfriend!

I had a couple of good runs on Monday and Tuesday then went out of town. Headed to Milledgeville, Ga (not too far from Amy) to look at an upcoming job at one of our fossil plants. It rained almost entire time I was there on Wednesday and Thursday, walking around in the coal yard and ash trench. Yuck! I got home Thursday evening but didn't feel like running. I had to come home from the plant in soaking wet clothes (already checked out of hotel), soaking wet socks and steel toe boots, listening to one of my riding companions babble on about some trivial BS about the batting order of the LA Dodgers. Not in mood to run, needless to say. Friday was a wierd day. I know that I needed to run but sort of had a don't give a rip attitude. Strange how it comes and goes. Saturday, I did something that I HATE to do. There is something inherently wrong with driving your car somewhere so you can go for a run. However, Susan and I went to one of our local trails, Jemison Trail, where it is nice and shady and the path runs parallel to a nice size creek. There were lots of folks out and once we got going I was happy that I did so. Today (Sunday) we seemed to waste the day away. We got home from church, ate a quick lunch, went grocery shopping, came home and paid bills, cleaned house, did laundry, and did a quick easy two miler in the misty rain. That's it for the week.

50 . . . . man that sucks.