New post

Wow, it's been a long time.
Writing this now, I feel almost like going home.
When I blog, it's watering and feeding my soul.
Maybe that will help me over the hurdle before me right now?

I haven't been running because I injured an old/fresh injury doing the San Antonio Rock 'N Roll half marathon on Nov. 16. I'll see the doctor on Christmas Eve.

Blogging and running. It centers me and maybe that's why I'm off center right now.

Anyway, hopefully by the time someone stops by to read this blog I haven't updated in months, I'll have some new, fresh posts.

New shoes

I opted for a pair of new shoes. Introducing the Brooks women's Adrenaline GTS 8.
I can't wait to try them out!

What a job

My pal 5ksandcabernets has a great link to this story about measuring the Olympic marathon route.
Check this out.

rain and cool temps

Good thing I got the run in last night. It rained this morning.
Did you know that rollerskating for two hours feels like running a 10K?

Self-medicating

My foot still hurts.
Calves are sore.
My lower back is aching.
To hell with the doctors. I'm running anyway!
Cheers to good wine, Advil and exercise. The three usually do the trick anyway.
Motion is lotion, so I'm hitting the streets.
Three months to the San Antonio Rock N Roll Marathon.
Yeah, I'm doing the half.
Since it's 17 weeks out from White Rock, maybe I can follow 5ksandcabernets' sked and pull off 26.2 before the year is up? Just as long as he doesn't make me run intervals at his speeds.
Dude, you run too fast!

You go, girl!

It's a great day when a 41-year-old woman sets a U. S. Olympic Swim Team record AND is going to the Olympics with a team that is at least half her age.

He's not a baby anymore!

He looks like a bad ass, but he's just a big guy. With a big heart.
This is my sister Becky's baby boy.
He never smiled much as a little kid, unless he was up to something, or you stared at him long enough, then he'd turn bright red and blast you with a smile.
I remember seeing the top of his head quite a bit when he ran past me. Mischievious is a good word to describe him for most of his childhood.
He grew up. Today, he is in training to be a fireman.
Perfect!
Happy birthday, Philip!
Thanks for being a good boy, a great kid, and an awesome young man -- to your mom and dad, and the rest of your family. And especially, thanks for wanting to hang out with your Auntie Liz (you know, the one who gave you your first Starbucks experience). I love you very much and am very proud of the man you are becoming.
Now get in gear and send me some real pictures and ones that I don't have to steal off of your MySpace?

Boy, it's hot

Despite the fact that I still have planter's fasciitis, I did a 4-mile and change run-walk this morning.
I only limped for the last mile, but hey, no pain, no gain (I'm going to the running doctor next week).
The morning was good, but hot; I'm probably going to have to get the fuel belt out because one bottle of water just didn't cut it in the 80-plus degree heat at 8:30.
Gotta give a shout out to Billy Bob Joe Ray, the passenger in the blue Chevy pickup, who yelled something incoherent and threw a flip-flop at me as I ran this morning. Bet yer mamma taught you that, ya hillbilly fucker.

Have a nice day, y'all.