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.

Just a little run before the big run

KeyBank 8K in the bank. Next stop, my old Champaign-Urbana stomping (or drinking, as the case may be) grounds and the Illinois Marathon.

Brrrrr

Since it's going to insist on being in the 30s, with wind chill in the 20s, for the KeyBank 8K in Carmel tomorrow morning I'm going to wear the Fort Lauderdale A1A half marathon shirt and tell myself those are the ocean breezes freezing my ass off.

Poor Wayne, poor, poor Wayne

Psychology tells us that guys with big guns are just trying make up for small "packages," if you know what I mean, and I think you do. I actually feel a little sorry for them. The operative word being "little." Jeez, Wayne LaPierre must have a real thimble dick.