Beep, beep

I felt like a real doofus running with a metronome this morning, but I have to say it was oddly hypnotic.

And a month after the marathon...

I raced in Indianapolis today. Here is my "car." (Altra Superiors, I love these shoes.) The track was a little muddy, and rocky, rooty and hilly, too.

Things I only get from Portuguese lessons

O menino tem uma fantasia de leão. Personally, I wish the kid would shut up about it.

Mind thumbing

The real problem with having a gash on the end of my right thumb is that it mitigates my advantage over lesser animals, especially cats. (I'm thinking of you Larry, you thumbless bastard.)

Because if you're going to be crazy, be really crazy

I used to take these thousand mile plus wilderness canoe trips and while I enjoyed taking the trips what really floated my boat was the getting ready for the thing, the logistics, if you will. Now, I find that this is a primary attraction of running a marathon, the months of preparation leading up to the actual running, and having run a marathon two weeks ago, and currently running in limited increments, and carefully, to recover, I find I sorely miss the excessive self abuse. So, may the gods allow, I am just going to have to run another one this year: Monumental Marathon in Indy we have a date.

Another jazz fest in the bag

Taj Mahal with tubas, followed by a hot shower, followed by a cold Bayou Teche LA-31 Biere Noire. Not a bad evening, not bad at all.

And the gods said, let there be the blues

Don't bother me, I'm at church. Satan (Sterling "Mr. Satan" Magee of Satan & Adam) playing the blues on Sunday morning at jazz fest.

Faces in different places

Then again, Maxine.

Rock and bowling, also drinking

They have bowling here, and beer and Amanda Shaw and Tab Benoit playing on stage. I hope I haven't like died and gone to heaven. Then again...

This fellow is crazy for the lady in red

Ana Popovic in her soulful dress playing her soulful, bluesy, scintillating, searing, soaring guitar, plus beer. I'd say just shoot me now because it can't possibly get any better. But hey, there's still two days of jazz fest left.

Abita #1

Ahhhhh! That first cold Abita the first day of jazz fest.

Running, more like shuffling

Always a bit if an adventure those first couple miles after going 26.2.

Buddy Bolden awaits me

I'm comin' Buddy, soon, put the Abita on ice.

Walking tall, and stiff

I think it is safe to say I'm going to wish I had gone for the one-level condo for the next couple days.

Spoils

And all I had to do to get them was engage in five hours of a modern version of flagellation.

The very definition of insanity

Watching the sun come up over the University of Illinois Memorial Stadium with a big grin on my face thinking about how I'm about to run 26 miles (plus .2, don't forget the .2). Yes, I've completely lost it.

Brrrrr 2

End of the KeyBank 8K last Saturday. It's supposed to be about 25 degrees warmer this Saturday, and for that the gods have my appreciation.

There'll be a lot on the plate

Hal Higdon says run a couple miles this morning, so I ran a couple miles. No more running until Saturday. Then I get a couple dozen miles to savor, plus a couple, plus .2, a veritable smorgasbord of miles. And intend to try consuming every one.

Not a breakfast food (or lunch, or supper)

Eu gosto de cães. In my online Portuguese lesson for today: Food 3. I like dogs. I'm hoping that's as in "I like doggies so I feed them treats." As opposed to "I like dogs sautéed with mushrooms and garlic in a little red wine."

Anybody wonder...

How this teenager and his brother were able to assemble a small arsenal of guns and ammunition and, should their bomb array turn out to be black powder-based, the gun powder to make a bunch of bombs? Didn't think so. Sure love that unfettered right to bear arms.