Up my Blues Alley

Adding another notch to the iconic jazz club belt. Rudresh Mahanthappa is in the house tonight.

I salute them

Mile 19 in the Marine Corps Marathon. I feel their pain. (Even so, I'd like to be out there.)

She's back

She's back! Guy at the hotel: You should take a cab, it's about a mile and a half. Me: Oh I can probably walk that (and thinking: a mile and a half, heh, heh, heh).

Not a bad run

12 half marathons, 2 marathons and 1 50K (plus those extra 2 miles I added running down the wrong trail). Like 'em all, but the little tan clay number is my fav. Says it's not about the finish (and what they hang around your neck when you get there). It's what you get on the way to getting there that matters.

Step by step

I'm not moving too fast this morning, but I have to say, all things considered, I feel pretty darn good.

Thoughts on the run

What do I think about when I am spending most of the day running 33 miles (I goofed and took a wrong side trail then had to back track, which added a couple unplanned miles)? Today, I thought about my grandfather's three-legged collie Queenie...and how that damn dog could run faster than me. As race medals go, it's kind of homely, but I'm rather fond of it. The dog was quick. She couldn't go long though.

It waits

Wisconsin's Ice Age Trail waits, and plots my suffering on the morrow.

Priceless

50K on the docket Sunday morning so early to bed tomorrow night, but tonight in downtown Plymouth, WI, Wisconsin Brewing Co. Yankee Buzzard IPA in a chilly mug. Priceless. No, $2. Now that's priceless.

Just kick me Robbie

If my life was on the line, I'd want Robbie Gould kicking the ball.

Gonna make a move to a town that's right for me…taper town

10. Last long(ish) run before making a run at 50K on the Ice Age Trail next Sunday. I'd like a little less wet and windy, but can't say I didn't train in it.