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Take a moment to be thankful
For every accident that never happened
For every grave illness that wasn't caught
For every tornado, dust bowl,war that never formed
For every mean word withheld when we fought
We can only see what's right in front of us
And can be thankful for all we've got
But to really, truly embrace gratitude
We have also to remember to be thankful
For every"never"."didn't". and "not".

Training Is Over Rated

 That's  him crossing the finish line in 11hrs and change( that sounds better to us Mamas) and I know he was wishing he had trained harder, better, with more discipline and persistence. But does it matter? Maybe it does, but a birdie said he could have ended the race early with a foot problem, but there's always a reason I have no trouble finding in a big fat DNF. Not yesterday, we both crossed the line, and were brave enough to start. So goes the cliches! Things were nice when our separate runs crossed trail, if for no other reason to feel the pain of running an ultra. You know how sharing carries the load easier? That's where training could help, yet as Riggs would say"If it didn't kill you, you'd be stronger for it". Rick ran back to back ultras, never really had to train,well maybe he did, but he sure ran a lot of races. I don't know if it's a good idea to wear his socks though, they might also be overrated.

Run for the Rovers!

Once again Boodini moves into the winner's circle and scores the bling, placing third in  7:44 min pace,
which proved at least good enough for the place ahead of many rovers. Boodini never usually competes in "Run Like the Wind" but that might just change this year, after all that would give her the trifecta, the
future "Doggie Slam", having run the first two. Certainly not getting much younger!

All Fired Up

Never knew the difference, never cared either way, didn't leave my eyes closed living day to day. Got a new fire burning in my eyes, lighting up the way. Believe there comes a time when everything just falls in line. On Boodini ran, past the distracting Mr. Donkey until at last into the finish circle of place and time. Into the world of bling and award, at last a Lil Champ among peers. That was a 3rd in Donkey Dash Land 5K. Lucky 7.

Further Down the Road

Just a young dog
By an old road
By the route she choose
An ancient song
In an old tongue
For this dog was sung
"Oh I'm carrying a heavy load, can't go no further down this long road. it's a heavy load!
By a bright stream
Came an old dream
Things are never what they always seem
And so she went on
Travelling on
Carrying a heavy load
Now she's a long way from home.

Asleep at the Wheel

What do you know, it's only been two weeks since the last edit so guess we can all wake from our slumber and get down to it. Hell with the wrist this seems like it will go on til I die, in which case it won't matter much at all. But the good news is the afternoons are cooler and that means soon the evenings will too. But then it will be dark because of the time change. So if your looking for an answer we don't have one. Because it will be what it will be. That has always been good enough. On the even brighter side, well will you settle for a slightly less bright side.... lot's of races for running are coming our way. I don't think it necessary to train for them, after all, we never did before, so there you have it. Did you ever wonder what happened after we went to N.O. after Hurricane Issac and found Boodini's brother, you didn't?? Oh. Suits me fine, we have no idea what happened either, what do you think we are a fiction writer...hell that's my sis...

Baby Luck and Love

Down the road, up a piece, sliding down maybe we'll get there. Nothing really to look back on, and all there is just what's up ahead, if you see that. Seems like even though your close to the dream, just on the edge there you just might find it. No if's, ands, buts about it. Could be an appalachia waltz, at least if it were you would have a lil skip to your step. Well, we'll be pokin on just a bit more, not much tellin what we might find, because it's always an adventure. Boo sure does like the singing sometimes...