The Old and the New

It might just be as simple as a combination of an old pair of shoes and some new socks that bring about a change of attitude. It might be something that brings back old memories combined with a new time and your having another great time all the while you are accomplishing what you wanted to get done. It is always best to take the goal and break it up into smaller pieces, so you can get somewhere. After awhile all your smaller efforts add up to the full monty in the end. Less daunting, easier to manage, and at least there is forward progress. Wait and See....

Luck of the Irish

So when the day starts out and everyone begins to look elf like,you know it's St.Paddy's day.When you go shopping and people's ears have a slight vulcan look, it must be St.Paddy's day. When you look for a few coins in your pocket but there isn't any,and out of the corner of your eye you see this midget running with little pointy shoes, yes, it must be St. Paddy's day. So Remember!....
May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind always be at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
and rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of His hand
May the luck of the Irish always be with you!

On the Way

What you conceive and believe you will achieve. What will you do with the new change in time. Seems like a good enough avenue to turn about, since many other intentions are yet unattained. Maybe it's just Boodini thinking but after work might be a good time to be out and about with a small amount of time where it isn't dark thirty. We shall see, I spent the whole rainy weekend on the couch and must have gained
twenty pounds eating all those cakes I stole out of everyone's tent. Why get pissed about it, I did it and I might just do it again.

Got me Under Pressure

It's about all I can handle and it's too much for my brain. Doing a 12hr. 50miler was a long time on the trail, that was the last cut off and the race usually ended. Running 9, 10, never 11, and even 8:30's for a 45miler was the norm. So last weekend I was just hoping for a finish in a 50 under 14hrs. It got done and the second 25m of the race was and hour faster than the first half. Even becoming another silent slammer in first of the USATF championship trail 50M in my old age group. Whoopytee doo... what really does it matter. But regardless, walking up to any race and starting it in spite of the rage, you transcend just being a rat in the cage. Naturally the photo's will be coming in of my grey, fat and ugly self which I will not buy. Is training really a concept?