A Sister's Birthday

She came into being seeing four male figures. Her father was very patient, calm, giving, and she didn't have worries from then on of false hopes in that gender. There were three boys older than her, the two oldest offered her creativity, intellect, things that a young girl could relate and use in her life. The third boy was all that the world offers as ignorance and want, but not anything she might use. For it was nothing but aggravation, and exemplified all those things in this world one should flee. Then as a female she looked to her likeness, her mother. This would form her into the women she is today. The mediatrix of all that is feminine, elegance, beauty, common sense intelligence, culinary abilities, and a firm hand to deliver the best possible example of goodness. Soon the three boys would leave her, but then surrounded in siblings by a younger brother and sister. She then gave her all to lead those two as she had been formed. Time had a way of teaching new lessons, there was adventures that brought joy and sorrow. Her paternal example passed on, and brought all her siblings into a gathering which all differences could be left aside, and they certainly were as in all good wakes. The promise to gather did occur intermittently, usually during the Holiday Time when emotions are most open to love and often easier to put aside hidden perceptions. Then came the biggest test, the care of her mother who was dying of cancer. She faithfully attended to her mother's every need, this was most difficult. Opening one's home and life, to usher in death and sadness. But she had learned her lessons well. Today she cherishes the family that her husband and children have built with all the love and admiration that make the next generation continue. It has not been easy by any means, but such is the life which we are placed. Even ignorance and want can feel the brightness of her loving example, within, through and for all. Happy Birthday!

Bear Coming Around the Mountain

I woke up this morning with these Bandera Blues
They sure have been slapping me around
So down and out I couldn't tie my shoes
They're about to drop me in the ground
If I could shake loose I would feel so fine
There's one thing for sure and it's on my mind
These Bandera Blues are gonna take their time
I've been living here, way down south
A place that I want to stay
Been working hard just to feed my mouth
Just can't keep them blues away
You say you're feeling bad and you don't know why
You're broke and your woman been lying
And just one thing before I'm fired
The blues have just been Banderafied
If I could just shake loose I would feel so fine

Boodini's Christmas Wish

I hope that the days come easy and the happy moments pass slow
And each road you travel leads you where you want to go
And if your faced with a choice, and you have to chose
I hope you chose the one that means most to you!
And if one door opens to another door closed
I hope you keep on walking till you find the window
If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile!
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to
Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small
You never need to carry more than you can hold
I hope you never look back but you never forget
All the ones who love you in the place you left
I hope you always forgive, and you never regret
And you help somebody every chance you get
Oh you find God's grace, in every mistake
And you always give more than you take
And while your out there getting where you're getting to
I hope you know somebody loves you
And wants the same things too
But more than anything, yes more than anything
My wish for you, is that this life becomes all you most want it too!

Merry Christmas to Our Moms

Why are you crying? he asked his mom. Because I'm a mother she told him. I don't understand, he said. His mom just hugged him and said,  you never will. Later the little boy asked his father why mother seemed to cry for no reason. All mothers cry for no reason, was all his dad could say. The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why mothers cry. So he finally put in a call to God, and when God got on the phone the man said, God why do mothers cry so easily? You see son, when I made mothers they had to be special. I made their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times come from their children. I gave them a hardiness that allows them to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of their families through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave them sensitivity to love their children under all circumstances, even when their child has hurt them badly. This same sensitivity helps them to make a child's boo-boo feel better and helps them share a teenagers anxieties and fears. I gave them a tear to shed. It's theirs exclusively to use whenever it's needed. It's their only weakness. It's a tear for mankind.

Side note: If there had been Three Wise Women instead of Three Wise Men ?
Three Wise Women would have asked directions, arrived on time, helped deliver the Baby, cleaned the stable, made a casserole and brought practical gifts.

A Christmas Carol

Sinking into a bottomless pit of runners despair is no place to be. But it can happen, because you let it get out of hand. Somehow when all seemed lost Boodini comes to save me. Five miles is not a long run when you are looking at 12 times that, but it's all mental. This is Christmas and the focus is waiting on a savior, but that can come in all shapes and sizes. For some it's Hanukah, when I was at the ashram with Sri Satchidananda it was self realization, today it was just being a runner. Boodini and I do believe, no matter what the path of existence.

I was thinking not to post this, but whether looking outside in, or feeling everyone has a crutch, maybe like Tiny Tim, really it's just once this time of year, so here goes:
 When I say I'm a Christian I'm not shouting I'm saved. I'm whispering I get lost, that's why I chose this way.
When I say I'm a Christian I don't speak of this with pride. I'm confessing that I stumble and need someone to be my guide.
When I say I'm a Christian I'm not trying to be strong. I'm professing that I'm weak and pray for strength to carry on.
When I say I'm a Christian I'm not bragging of success. I'm admitting that I've failed and probably cannot get it right on my own.
When I say that I'm a Christian I still feel the sting of pain. I have my share of headaches which is why I seek His name.
When I say I'm a Christian I do not wish to judge. I have no authority I only know that I'm loved.

Go Figure ...only Five days

Christmas is not fun when your poor, he thought to himself as he climbed the stairs to his apartment. Being a young substitute teacher, and the calls to go in and teach had been few and far between. All the money went to bills which were all due and it was Christmas time. The married couple couldn't afford any gifts for each other, but they scraped enough loose change to buy their young daughter and son a few stuffed animals on sale. Christmas morning, he handed the presents to his 4 year old son, and 18 month old daughter, with a very sad smile on his face and watched as they did their best to tear off the wrapping paper. But as they pulled out their toys he noticed their smiles grow wide. Their eyes  lit up and they jumped up and down with glee. The children hugged the toys and their mom and dad. They played for hours that day with the stuffed animals, and he thanked the Man upstairs for the greater gift his children had given him. It was one of those special moments when pure love can fix struggling hearts. There is no lesser or greater gift if the gift is love. In truth the most priceless gift of all time was a gift from above of a poor Baby warmed in a hay manger, that changed the world forever. That gift showed everyone the way to live and love. May your Christmas be rich in love and may all your days be full of goodness and joy!

Elvis Sings....King to King

It is truly Christmas when you have both!

O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works Thy hands have made
I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed:

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul! my Savior God, to thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees:
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze:

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great thou art!
Then sings my soul! My Savior God, to Thee
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

Still Counting

And the Grinch with his grinch feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could this be so?"
"It came without ribbons! It came without tags!"
"It came without packages, boxes or bags!"
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before! "Maybe Christmas," he thought,
"doesn't come from a store."
" Maybe Christmas...perhaps....means a little bit more!"

Eight Remain

Once upon a time, a man punished his five year old daughter for using up the family's only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper before Christmas. Money was tight, so he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve, he saw that the child had used the wrapping paper to decorate a large shoebox she had put under the Christmas Tree. Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said,"This is for you, Daddy!" As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, now regretting how he punished her.
But when he opened the shoebox, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. "don't you know, young lady," he said harshly, "when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package!" The little girl looked up at him with tears rolling from her eyes and whispered: " Daddy, it's  not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full."
  The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger. An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told the father kept this little shoebox by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of his beautiful child who had put it there.
  In a very real sense, each of us have been given an invisible box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our family, friends and the Promise of Christmas. There is no more of a precious possession anyone could hold.

Ten Days and Counting

In 1914 " The Peace of the Western Front" gave a brief pause in the shelling and gunfire that had given devastation to mankind in World War I. Soldiers on both sides filed out of the trenches into "No Man's Land" and exchanged rations, cigarettes, and hands of peace. It lasted only that Christmas Day,  simply impermanence. The Noel tree is green with color of Hope and it's needles point upward with the wish of higher thoughts. The Star is the fulfillment of the promise that soon the light of the Candle will illuminate the way we will walk. Ornaments and gifts will remain the generosity and giving we can share with one another if we only try. The Wreath that is hung will lay claim to the continuous round of affection that we have for friends and family. Candy Canes and Angels abound the decor as a reminder of the staff of the shepherds, the singing voices that gather and herald the peace that we too can be happy about. The Bell is rung now and reminds us that soon if we only look out we will be able to lend a hand to those in greater need than our own.

Twelve Days of Christmas

We are closing in on a new moment. Anticipation cannot move it any closer, others would wish to apply the brakes. The story of life is a blink of an eye. The story of love is hello and goodbye, so we say until we meet again. The cold and ice has left the change of a new race date, and many now because of the die hard attitude find themselves sick and flu ridden. Yes we are all trail runners, but like either story it all quickly fades.
Maker of this heart of mine
You know me very well
You understand my deepest part
More than I know myself
So when I face the darkness
When I need to find my way
I'll trust in you
Shepherd of my heart
Keeper of this heart of mine
Your patience has no end
You've loved me back into your arms
Time and time again
So if I start to wander
Like a lamb that's gone astray
Il trust in you
Shepherd of my heart
You're the beacon of my nights
Your the sunlight of my days
I can rest within your arms
I know your loving ways
So let the cold winds blow
Let the storms rage around
I'll trust in you
Keeper of my heart
Giver of this life of mine
You're what I'm living for
For all the deepest gratitude
You love me even more
So as I walk through valleys
Listening for the Master's call
I'll trust in you
Shepherd of my heart

Now it Begins

Looks like one Holiday winds down, while a much bigger season begins. The year of 2013 is also coming to an end. Not to get too caught up in what has past, but it might incinerate a new fire of  inspiration with what one might accomplish goal wise in 2014. Much to do about nothing, but what else should we aspire to if not a continuation, or better still, a building upon. Well, for all practical purpose, that's enough thinking for now. Wasn't that productive! Boodini sits on the trail that lies ahead, waiting for me to make forward progress. Let the good times roll.

Please Don't Come Back!!!

There was a jerk, he showed to a party that he was indeed invited to, after all the hosts were gracious. Immediately he played the fool, but then there was no playing. That's just him. His banter, his noise, his rude injections when someone else was talking to another of the presiding family was just really OLD. It is really sad that sometimes in spite of being friendly there is just so much one can take. But in spite of the rage, please leave that rat in his cage, yes, bolted shut! Like his mouth should be. Where's the wire?

Twenty Fifth Anniversary

I was so helpless when I was alone
Just like a child scared of a storm
So naive but you believed
You're the woman who made a man out of me
Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night
I lie beside you in the moonlight
As you sleep I watch you breathe
How could someone so fragile
Give me so much strength
I feel I could move mountains
When you depend on me
I may not have the riches of a king
But in your arms I' m holding everything
I believe your all I need
Your the woman who makes a man out of me

You Ask Too Much!

Inks Lake was at the time my favorite trail to run, after all it was my daddy Mickey who told me reluctantly I could continue on the final two loops of six in my second 50 miler. I had just told him that my first 50 was the Jackson 5-0, which came the fabled reply" Why that ain't no 50 miler".  Mickey the next year passed on, and left his dynasty to Joe. Those were different times for a few of us. It took a year after that I decided even though I wouldn't enjoy or get to run that race again others might, so I became the "Go Guy".  That's when the friends I had came out to play and help, and basically give me all that had. Doug, and Shan, Misty, Margo, ran the aid stations. Rick was medical, Riggs took care of parking, Larry and Mark took this dumb idea of an aid station up a  half mile of mine gladly. Linda worked Mtn. Goat Hill out and back. Kyle was there but he wasn't doing electronic timing, races didn't use timing chips, that was only at road races. Joe and Joyce counted runners through the line. Bread Man Henderson won, and Jeff ran fending off Jim.The weather was cloudy and light rain on and off. The day after was a rain storm, yes loading all the gear on a 16 ft. trailer back to Austin. This was a time we had. Pre race lasagne dinner, and food all the way through. Everyone busted their ass for some nut brain idea, and everyone shared the fun and the laughter. I am forever grateful still.

The Puncher

It would be easy to just let an old dog just lie, but when he constantly comes around that tired ole beast gets back up, maybe just to see if it could play one more time for old time sake. He's going to push and shove, putting all matter of notions in your mind. When you thought it would be best to chuck in the last log to burn, that guy shows up with a cord of wood. I believe that's just the way he is, always willing, very giving, even when he'd rather have his own fun. There was no role model in growing up, he made himself his own, invented it, perfected it, and it does shine. Big shoulders that carry everyone else, and somehow seems to never lose endurance. No need to exemplify all the good friend virtues, because those are givens. I don't know what to say it is, but this guy is bigger than U.S. Steel. There are many things that effect and affect, but watch out for him, because off in your business  he wants to ride. Small wonder many that follow with him, needless to say, arthritic and decrepit  might that hound be, off that porch and wagging that tail will be.

Letting the Guard Down

Nine inches of rain fell within a two hour period, and water began to flow in the house. Open the side gates and the water flowed, but the waterfall still ran from the streets above us. Eventually we won, and nothing was lost, except her shoes that floated away somewhere. The night raged on and Boodini wore herself out, that by morning she just shutdown from the anxiety of the storm. Not a restful night, then it's a lot more of the same at work, leaking roofs, flooded offices, and it is Halloween. The kiddos in the hood look like they will have a great nite to bag a lot of free treats. It's all over now, the neighbor did so much decorating and so few showed, the extra bags of candy we didn't even need. Things look dull now on the street of the same.

That Ain't No 100 Miler

Finished 50 miles of Cactus Rose, seems like a fair distance on one of the best trails, at least in my opinion, in the great state of Texas. However this on the factual side is a DNF, or an underachiever , even though to most this is a rather long day covering ground at the park. It is a forgotten luxury when you are consumed with a demanding job, lot's of high maintenance with Boodini, to be able to sleep out under a blanket of a star filled sky. There is no phone ringing, just the quiet, and it is a well kept secret at the moment that this is a run of only 350 runners. Even though that even sounds like a large number, it is about as close to what the old days of ultras were like. There is no aid other than water and ice, the course is very well marked, so your left to your own devices, I have always been so. There is no big deal, you get to see running mates and make new ones. You are inspired by the natural beauty and the courage of hard running athletes, and yet everyone fits somewhere within this circle. If you can cover 100 miles on this terrain, you certainly contain something most special. Though this world of ultras have taken participation beyond comfortable limits, if you ever finish 100 miles now you are among a very small number of the tough willed, get it done, real deal desperadoes.

Wayne Webb I Need Your Help

For many weeks now on a running list there is a runner who targeted a goal race. He has gone on to describe his training, his mileage, his type of runs. He has gone on about his nutrition, hydration, shoes, he's even lined his shoes out on the living room table and left them out overnight to decide in the morning which one he will wear, complete with a picture to proof it. I figured his wife has to love that, she's not a runner. Then there was the taper before the race, what to do, what not to do. Then pictures of his drop bags, first the stuff laid out in neat piles on the floor, then packed in the tubs he explained he got a great deal on at Walmart. Tons of stuff, I thought about my first hundred, I was asked are you taking all that to eat or are you running?  He then began a science project growing stuff in a thermos to see after 24 hours how hot or cold in this case soup would remain, cause he sure liked soup at night. Then the lad starts talking about how is wife is quite upset about the expense of all the races  he has or might enter, and what to do about that. Now it is about nightmares he's having about the race itself, not staying on course, signing in and out, and what to do about that. He has remembered to address the running demons with taping positive messages in his drop bag lids, and notes to remember he is strong, determined and persevering. I really don't know what to make of it. I truly hope with all that's he's talked about to hundreds of folks he actually finishes that race.

Long Journey Home

 Worry and inconvenience was high on the agenda, after all we live north and to go south, not to mention the expense of lunch, why one thought it just wasn't fitting. What about parking, and of course what about the unforseen issues that might arise, might as well just hide underneath a stone. This is one sad sack. In this world for every rain storm there will be sunshine, sometimes a rainbow. Famous writer Tessa and Jay were plagued with the road detours for 45 minutes on the journey before progress was made. Dancer extraordinaire Bernadette and Gregorio made it to the cafe, so did Boodini's folks. There was no room in the inn, so we went to another down the block. Entertainment was at a premium with "Camilla", such an inspiring aria, or rather a corrido. We feasted on pleasantries and food and reminisced on many past occasions. Tycoon Jay picked up the tab. We hoped for the holiday cheer to once again bring us back into the fold of laughter and great karaoke fun. As everyone made their way to where they were headed, off I fled back to the asylum where  Giuseppe awaited, he had been to frightened of the demons that held him  to sneak away with me. As I gave him the praline wrapped in the napkin in our cell, I told him all understood his absence but wished he was able to come next time.

She's Got To Run

Out of 40 dogs, Boodini was 6th overall, with bib number 4, shes was 4th, 10 sec. behind 3rd in 6 years and up, she is 8. All 6 and up placed 1-6, 6 and under filled in the rest of the overall top 6 places. Looks like the older dogs are the running vets. Boodini pulled my old ass to a 1st in that aged category. Time to work on speed work if we want to win the dog price money. Boodini was dog to show.

Just This Side of Brooklyn

We're supposed to be standing upright and moving persistently forward, so why is everything horizontal. We are destined to fall, despite every intention, resolution, or goal, sometimes we fall right out of the saddle. The sheer displeasure of losing and being a loser, beating the hell out of the dead horse gets very old. Things escalate into a biplane spin out downward spiral, a crash landing affair. Once we crawl from the wreckage, dust off,  we might be broken, but anything can be fixed. All the wonderful sayings like your not out till the fat lady sings, get up and get with it again,  the dark cloud is just before dawn, yes, does anyone have a better idea? As long as you are above the ground, it is another day in paradise. We can get up and we will win this dog race. Boodini said so! We will suffer, just learn to take it with a smile. Hang on and Go with the Flow! One more mountain and several valleys, how far do we want to go. Just make up your mind, and whatever happens look directly ahead. Even if we don't get where we planned we got somewhere. Now do it again.

Just Enough for the City

We all have hopes, alone with our hopes is the mix of actually having those hopes happen. Some say if you wish on a star, your dream will come true. Others might add if you have a strong conviction of thought that hope or wish will actually take place. Still many actually believe that faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually come true. There are others that just don't buy into that at all. As the days have passed there are writings and accounts of people and events that have taken place. Many of this phenomenon are about things we cannot see. spirits bad or good, miracles of healing, dimensions of a world outside of our own eyes to see. Mankind celebrates Halloween, Christmas, Easter, and mold those festivities to fit their believes. Across the earth some have a faith in these events, while others shun such thoughts, fact or fiction, real and unreal, true story or just another leprechaun story. It is admirable to have an open mind on many things, and yet, be unaware that we are actually closed to things we  don't understand and in a quick moment erase them as nonsense. If you have faith you have assurance of your dream, so when we flip the coin and do not, are our hopes dashed. Are the only promises that are not a given the one's we turn are backs on. Maybe all the events unseen  or we find unreal just don't fit in our world because it's just not convenient to the way we live. Maybe not.

Bullet Catcher

It was certain it would rain, and with that we all hope and depend, and for some the lack of has already ended their dreams. The Pace Bend 30K had a dry course, no rain, and it even got hot, Tracy and I poured ice water over their heads and filled their bottles. We were Mark's servants, it all got done. Mack Brown got the win at OU and is keeping his deal with UT another week. Some were highlighted as the happiest fans. ACL jammed on. After midnight though, Boodini alerted me of the storm, another all night party with her, and the rain poured, so much so that 12.5 inches hit the greenbelt at 360. I thought about Rick and how like that night of horror the water ripped thru the creek bed and rushed on. Sunday didn't disappoint with getting a call from work about how the rain messed up someone's floor, and how put out they really were. A few million dollars was probally not made with ACL being cancelled. It will rain some more, how much we will see. But at the end of day, I am glad that other's plans worked out really fun and exciting. Another great day to be alive, might even grow a fu manchu, and make some homemade soup.

Have Ya Ate Yet?

Plenty to do all around, there's intense work but it's going be Friday 5:30 somewhere. Music happenings, Pace Bend festivities, most of all, good rain! So we will act like it's all good.
It's a great day to be alive, the sun still shines when I close my eyes. There's still trouble in the neighbor hood, but why can't everyday be just this good. Now be a good Dog and eat yer dinner!

Open for Lunch

The closed and open sign, the shutdown, is a wonderful way to take something off the "do list". Things that are not necessarily needed to be done become part of some schedule, and there you have it, one more piece of a puzzle you think is necessary.  A week ago the shutdown closed Lake Georgetown, and I was signed up to do the Dare to Ascend marathon, so that got cancelled until our US is taking calls again. When it is rescheduled I probably will not be able to make the new date, and am prepared for the loss. I also did not jump into vigilante mode and run the mileage and instead attempted to do the "honey list". I decided to respond to a facebook Political comment from a friend from Virginia, and his friends are probably the old funks, using shit this and that about the Prez. That in itself might be understandable, we can see shortcomings( and using that adj. would immediately start various party sides to just have to make things right). But I stated it was something both sides of the Congress should meet in the middle, and did he really not agree? Mistake,  then began his slamming. Whatever! At 16.7 trillion dollars in doubt, maybe they realize we will never make this up. Tensions are high, and everyone hangs tightly in their bubble. It is easy to get things tangled, what you interpret sometimes is nowhere close to what is stated, knee jerk reaction takes hold, and it's a good time to hang up. That is wrong. Our social background has shaped us into a facade, maybe shutdown gives things a break, but it surely will never solve anything for discussion.

Shutdown

Like many cancellations and shutdowns without any reason,this blog is shutdown indefinitely. Boodini will not be reached for comment.

Boodini's Hangover

In the rush hour of life, a busted AC, and it is a 105, hot is my friend, and I'm Thinking Thankfully it's not 107. No one brought me breakfast in bed, asked me what I'm dealing with, in fact, everyone forgot life was all about me, so now I'll try Walking Humbly and fade into obscurity. Whining and whimpering about all the things that don't go my way has really taken a lot of weight and time, since everything seems so negative maybe I'll make stuff up and Speak Positively, that way I might come to believe it. My memory at my age plays tricks about what happened 18 years ago so I make things up to fill in the blanks whether it's true or not, cause yesterday is surely over with. I probably won't see tomorrow. I will Forget Continually, so I can fix today since that's all I have. What I did then, now, are choices that could effect what might, could, should happen if another day passes, Living Cleanly, fixing my thoughts on what is true, right, and admirable sure might be lighter to carry. My eyes are closed, and here I am living the dream. When I open those eyes the world should be a different place.

Circumstances

It's hot in Texas in the summer, and when you change a flat and you can't smile you have some pathetic cheeks. You yell at the window and tell the guy " what took so long, thought this was supposed to be fast food? Ten pair of running shoes isn't enough you need fifteen. It's a yoyo rotten life and you can never be happy because something or someone just pisses all over your cornflakes that your lazy friend wouldn't make for you. Traffic is terrible, you get to work and everyone wants stuff like yesterday. You try to sit at home and relax and darn if someone didn't over cook the popcorn. I told you to buy more beer and you didn't do it??? I hate doing laundry, you have to load the washer and then put it  in your dryer. Next thing what? You have go to the well for water? Don't have to light a fire but darn this ready made food is sure expensive. We haven't had rain for years so why does it have to rain on our party? At the end of the day, and the end of your life, on your  Tombstone is written " Here Lies the Biggest Waste of Time".

High Heel Cowboy Boots

Two weeks ago after 14 hours and covering 40 miles, from 4200ft to 9200 ft. and then hanging ten between 7000 / 9000 given a total of 18,000 gain and loss. That's Chinscraping in the Wasatch Front. So today with 6:55 hours and 31 miles living oxygen content at 1200ft.and only 4100 ft. up and down, the Lighthouse 50K in spite of the mud left from yesterday blessing of rain gave the old man a 3rd place age spot. Nevertheless it is a rottenly slow life running. Image a day when busting Mtn. runs crumbled away with staying atop one's game. Well, reality is now, and even though I suck, it still is great to get out and get some fresh air. It' s got me under pressure. In a few weeks Boodini will be tightening the tension in that leash, loping ears blown back wanting to break away from this slug. Trying to reach the zenith of flying high wearing her high heeled cowboy boots.

Slammin

Boodini has been holding her own. The limp, gimp, what have you, seems to be a bay. Longer runs are back , although there is caution in spacing these between the short distance. Now all this summer stuff focuses at the Donkey Dash and two weeks after it is time for Run for the Rovers, this is relatively 30 days away. At 8 years of age she will go against the younger herd, and that is what life is all about. Nevertheless it is a good time and hopefully there will be no injury to be had. It would be interesting to see her perform at Run Like the Wind, but she is busy lending me assistance as a volunteer. Those three races for a canine is a worthy challenge, and the "Dog Slam".

Madeleine

It  is a large reason to go. There is a connection underlining your entrance and you remember. It has been many years, and seeing an old friend after all this time is joyful. You sit and talk, reminisce, and          peace takes over. There are many times that things could have been done differently, but it is forgiven. Nothing can change that. No matter how ugly. Mercy is always given. This is the proof that it remains open always. The precious gem is given to you whenever you ask. For a very brief time the splendor of
such can help calm and initiate a focus above what seems to have no answer. In that brief element of clearness all can be understood. That is why. Can it be found somewhere other than here. For that particular moment, this is the best part. It remains, until you enter once again, but you always remember. Maybe tomorrow, tomorrow.

All Heaven

Midnight and no sleep till Brooklyn, the night before the race midnight again wide awake, at least rising was 2:30am not dawn. It was a fear and doubt knocking, maybe eight years before the subconscious letting me know about the incessant climbs at 9000+ ft, and no hill repeats had been done. It was the perfect race, can't remember ever having one. Fueling the machine worked, hydration on a hot day in check, drop bags, everything except time and movement, but they were no burden. Atop the Wasatch for miles of view nothing but mountains, glorious and heavenly. Nothing else mattered. This is why you do this. The time at Francis Peak was an hour over where I needed to be, but that didn't matter, it was good to be just as it was. Up and down, more of the same, the panoramic scene just shifted from ridge to trail. If you want to do the tough races and finish them everything must be done, and there is no better place to start than with doing the time and discipline to accomplish the crime. Time to get her done!

Summer in the Ice Palace

It's very much a done deal, we are moving toward the better part. At first it seemed like a decent idea to run through the summer months, but below the surface there is the fact that it is not easy. The reality is you endure hot days and hot nights. If the night was any choice it would be the best one, although a good sleep in your nighly abode would be the sacrifice. This is a choice I would make only if it was a 100 miler or a 24/48 hour event. Each run with the Capt. would be at a different place and varied in terrain, Muleshoe and Colorado bend would not disappoint with challenges.The shorter loops over again would be an act of will power. Then after you began from behind would flash through the trail the shorter distance runners, and you got to practice good trail etiquette. When the transition hit between light and dark thirty it played a mental change that at first caught me by suprise, that was the first race and my resolve sank very quickly. But night running takes a mental, as well as all the other details like lighting, nutrition, hydration with the heat, blah, blah, after all 37 miles is 37. Sure the moon, stars, fox, deer, rattlesnake, scorpion, mice, stinging nettle, the armadillo that had to v-line thru my legs, and the ups and down gave a new attitude to things, but your still pushing forward to get it over with. The awards and apparel are good quality, and the aid stations are close in mileage. Next  thing you know it's over, it's getting to be dawn and you load up and drive the distance home. Tracing our steps from the beginning, until they vanish in what was past, we continue now to some future game and nothing ever lasts.

It's a Rotten Life

The world is a vampire sent to drain. A secret destroyer, that will  hold you to the flames. What do I get for all my pain? Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game. Even though I suppose I' ll show, all my cool, I am naked, just an animal. Someone will say what is lost can never be saved.  But can I fake it for just one more race? Tell me I' m the chosen one. But I still believe that I can never be saved. Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in the cage.

Hanging on by a Thread

Boodini had to lay down, she didn't like it, but that limping leg stuff plagues most runners. Even when the heart says go the body needs rest. So for a good week nothing doing, but even patience with a cure is tough to take so off we go. This time at a shortened distance and so far so good. Now gently we tread the waters of caution. Finding the right mix is never easy, but it beats a lifetime of downtime. On the other side of the spectrum we have a couple of clowns running some of the best the hilly area has to offer, Jeff and the ole dude trek across some fun terrain, there were no junk miles to be had. Is this all there is? Yes it is a rotten life!

Magic Potion

Whatever gets you inspired, enthused, motivated, convinced so be it. You may believe  it's a shoe, a nutritional supplement, a wonder pill, and for that time you know or at least you think you have the ticket to success. Yet, on any given day you find what you had confidence in leaves you short and once again looking for the edge. In running, so in your own life, it is a trail ahead. All the tricks in the magician's hat lay before you and you grasp at what gets you just slightly farther on the journey. At the end of whatever day is left for you, it is simply the same place you started out, but now there is a past marker. Nothing but persistence, determination, and assurance carry you farther, and naturally doing the neccesary work. There is no forgiveness or being lucky with the final product. The past just reminds you of where you've been, and right now the marker you see is your start if you have drive to do the load. Face in the right direction and keep on moving forward.

Our Father

In words one might depict a person who is not easily noticed. But in the persona of being you begin to feel a calmness. It comes from a still disposition that is filled by patience and humbleness. Carrying his daily tasks with a demeanor of pleasantness and attentiveness, as if you were the only important focus of everything around. At the same time you wish to understand how can one possess this magnetism, that draws all the good forward. There doesn't seem to be anything worth getting upset about, and nothing ever gets him distraught, it is always,"go with the flow", "penza la salute". Always there, always listening with full intent, your problems are all that matters when you run to him. Not many times in this life will one walk in the midst, and when around you feel safe and cared for. Probably as an example to strive for, when in actuality he wouldn't pay much to striving as much as being. He just is, and that is good enough in his eyes, because you are accepted as you truly are. Penza La Salute, Pappi, RIP!

Dog Days of August

It is living up to the story of High Hot Temps this week for the start and end of our "Heat is Our Friend" Summer. Even though for the next few weeks we do have the very worst of times, imagine those days ahead of cooler months. Ok don't even think that far ahead. For now Boodini is on a deserved break as her paw has acted wrongly again and there has been a slight limp or stiffness. Like any good running plan even the Dog needs to run hard then rest, and that is what she will get. Why not lay out by the pool, chew on your favorite toy, have a few treats, and just kick back.

Lampasas Toughest 10K X's Six

Don't miss understand me, I realize it ain't easy to take, Colorado Bend 60k at night has some feet busting trails. Prime time rolling in the park with a blown tire, but made it back in a place with no cell service. Hills with distinctive cliffs made it feel like an ultra with teeth that would bite. Managed to get eight miles in before the sun went out, making things like the real McCoy, that's when the rock bed struck, ouch, ouch, ouch. At twelve a very steady uphill climb, mixed throughout are some very runnable spots. This years course had the last four miles heading up the hill and then down the other side. Then it was time to go out for the same eighteen and change to make sure your butt was served up and respectively handed back to you. It took me ten hours and fourteen minutes which was good for third masters, and at sixty two I was the oldest homey with the 50 year gang. Well that's the trifecta, one more to go and it's a  place similar to Inks which has always been a favorite of granite hard stuff, up and down, it will be tough, somehow I will need to run a heads up race. It's the same old story, same old news, tell me when will this end, the same old ultra blues again.

Memorare

Remember mother of kindness and love. Always patient and calm, always firm but bending. Giving all the best possible under difficult situations. Pause a moment today to recall in the Xmas of July in 1927 you were born to this earth, conceived a family that now has also almost run it's final course. Looking back on all the treasured times of sharing. Today when day began thoughts of you have flowed in a smile. There is no way to know where you have gone. Maybe all the years of the life after that you disciplined to us to know, maybe not. But your presence remains, and you are missed eternally. Hope is to know what your faith has taught, and we will walk and share at our table again. Happy Birthday Mama Mia RIP.

The Feeding

$52500.00, that's 750 runners at $70 entry fee. But actually it goes beyond because 70 is a low base, generally the shorter distance is that or higher, and so forth with the longer distance. Fees escalate as deadlines pass, and it either gets you a shirt or nothing at all. Expenses per runner with shirt, timing chip and finishers medal usually don't figure close to $30 on the high side, depending on your volume and supplier. Then of course there's set up and the "usual ultra fare". You don't really pay anyone, because you have zero labor cost's with your pool of dedicated Volunteers, and that is with a capital "V". surely in your inner circle you give them bling, a sum of cash to keep them close, a shirt or nothing at all. Some races give entirely to charity, others under the guise of such, but actually turn little over, or it goes into the organizations pocket. Yet the runners do and ask for stuff from the RD that greatly prohibits their coffee drinking, as that is obviously all they do. People!
  There is no more expansive buffet pre and post race, and if there is you will pay usually an extra $15. Sometimes you provide your total support aside from water, but still pay at least $70.Things have evolved over the past 12 years. Running is big stuff. You have shoes that give zero drop, unlimited cushion that promise miracle recovery, usually there named after some high profile race like Hardrock, Wasatch, and of course that also gives you the edge. Clothing, nutrition, gadgets of every function all with a price tag that continues to skyrocket. Then the runners get on FaceHook and give their heavily biased opinion endorsing product or races they get free bling from or soap boxing what ultimately works different for everyone, and then there still is the unknown.
  In my lifetime entering 40+ 100 milers and some leaving town with airfare, hotel car rental, entry fee it usually runs $1000. Exactly phenomenal, $30000? Not counting local events, all the stuff from shoes to hydration packs I should be retired by now. But like everything in life it is a passion, and my goodness I must be tied to the mast of the ship while the syrens play ring around my rosy, oh rosy!
I am truly happy for myself and all my friends who share either Race Directing or just paying out the wazoo for entry fees, it is the American way. But I do know one Man and he is tired as hell and doesn't like taking any more! Maybe your that Guy too!

Muleshoe Loses

Figuring Muleshoe to be tougher, it was.Right off it was obvious that rocks and climbs and dips were going to be the norm. For some reason I amped up nutrition before the start, what a mistake. At least it slowed me way down on the initial hand shake with the course. Four loop courses are a mental, but muleshoe wanted to skid the cutoff but failed to convince me it couldn't be beat. Close to half of the starters dropped, maybe the heat, maybe the head, it gets quiet after the 30kers get off the trail as well. This is one way to get in a 37 mile chunk, next month one in the beginning, one at the end. It is a given the next two will be an even larger than life challenge. It will be hotter, hopefully, because hot is our friend. The fox are bigger in the hill country, but they probably eat better than in our little park.

Dog Days of Summer

Boodini in June ran down 76miles, every other day. The Dog can run, wants to, does. As a pacer it is the duty to monitor the course, check the gait, study the progress forward. After all, there is building of a goal.... really? Well, it's all in fun, Donkey Dash, Run for the Rovers, and Boodini's latest 2nd fastest canine at the Dachshund Dash. It requires knowing when to show them, when to fold them. Diet at 8years old now plays a factor, proper minerals and vitamins, hydration, heat stress. July's begun and every other day is every other day, just an experiment in rest and run. No sign of that front leg limp from sometime ago that put training for Boodini at a halt. Keep vigilant, know your body, react to the signs and point in the right direction and keep moving forward.

Everywhere You Want To Be

Many places, many races but it seems to leave with only a few to remember. We began with MAMAS and forged thru Sunmart, Crosstimbers, Palo Duro, Grasslands, Rocky Raccoon, Inks. We ventured beyond to Arkansas,North Carolina, Virginia, Vermont, Illinois, Kansas, New Mexico, Arizona, California, Wyoming, Colorado, we chased race after race, but he did more and kept going often. He was 62, my age in a few days. Today, 6 years ago Rick left for Everywhere. Not held to one place or one memory, but traveling all around. Yes there was this or that particular place but that is so past now, and doesn't hold the wind, or the clouds or sky, it certainly doesn't hold him there or anywhere. It flys beyond what we know, because what we feel and know is incomplete. Fare the well!

Doble Arcoiris en el Cielo

2:00am and Boodini is got her meteorolgist hat on, yes a rainstorm is approaching. So lets get up for a while and ride this through. Ok after an hour we can sleep. 5:30 am lets get up now cause it is definitely raining now mixed with thunder and lightning. Coffee, reading and now we can slip in between the radar for a run. Wow, never seen a double rainbow in the sky, and had to keep doing a double take but there it was. Sprinkle here, and now more rain, maybe we can make it home, Pow, thunder, uh oh,lightning. Good job Boodini got it done.

I am Wayne Webb vs. The Grimm Reaper

Decided to head out early to avoid the park gate line, saw the one or two folks I still know, and started the race at 7 pm. Ran 9:15 for the first mile of 37.2, what a fool! At mile 16 I began to walk, and from light to dark had well set in, so did all the doubts and I was convinced I was dropping a few mile ahead at the main aid. Don 't know what happened but I left for the final 18.6, and there was no looking back but just forward, running even, and not just a pathetic shuffle, 9:32 ...4:30am. Done!
Beats the hell of being a loser sleeping in the car. Capt. Karl's 2006 was the last time I talked with Rick, now it's 2013 and back at Karl's now sure has changed!

Welcome to Our World

Things progress and grow, deer, oppossum, raccoon, a rainbow of aviary color move with the times. Some nights barn owls, even a covy of great horn owls sit in tree tops. Then coyotes in a small park around the corner, and hidden eyes peer thru the high grass. It's Mizz Fox, and Boodini spotted her on the cinder trail around the park the morning before. Neither seemed very interested in the other, and both seemed to go about their own affairs. The city grows and urban widlife is increasing in our Hood.

Senor Calor es Mi Amigo

Most certainly right, Mr. Heat is my friend, and what a mantra. Making friends with Mr. Salt and Mizz Electrolytes, because they are always best to have around. It's a great time now in Texas, the heat is on. You can run early or late it doesn't matter. Sweat, clean out those pores of impurity, bring on the suntan, looking real good. Walk those legs out when your running just caves and feets are failing you now. No worries cause it just makes getting in the miles that much easier. The best part is we've had it easy so far, why last year at this time we had our 35th triple digit day already. Yes indeed Hot Hot Hot we love you. Tripe face boogie, gonna boogie my sneakers away.

Curtain Call

Officer K9 Figo pays his last respects to his fallen partner who was ambushed in a drug raid gone terribly wrong. The K9 team was the only in this small town in Kentucky. Then there is Ciccio in Puglia Italy who attends the Mass everyday where his companion did when she was alive, and on the day of her burial at the same church Santa Maria Donnato. Now in the early morning hours in this small village when the church bell rings the dog makes his way to church, doesn't make a sound and attends the service. So it goes between human and canine. Boodini better hope like hell she goes before I do.

The UnRanch 30K

Boodini doesn't need wear a watch but 2:45 am is not 4 am. But if there is thunder or lightning or a storm that much lee way in time she can predict. So I was going to do the Rogue 30K at the ranch nears inks but with Boodini's gasping,panting, and general gyrating it wasn't going to happen, unless I just totally did something to Cat's cornflakes and left her holding the bag. There would be scratching and general mayhem and I am that guy, who can handle the action. If I get up and sit with her she likely feels less miserable, so that is what we did while I read my favorite crap novel, and it continued well passed my planned departure time. So about 11 am with things batted down tight, I decided to run around the block, well actually and then some, I laid down  18.75mi./ good enough for the 30K I missed, definitely not even close as scenic, but I got to thinking. Someone posted about running somewhere at night, and I thought like why don't you just go outside and do it? Of course, I didn't  post that, but you know I could have saved the dough by just doing my own thing? Picking up my shirt down at the Rogue store was a total cluster  while 30 of us waited for 40mins.for them to get the bibs figured out, I was wondering how badly lost I was going to get on a poorly marked course. So to date I still have done none of their events, maybe I never will, and they probably do a great job, Boodini had other ideas. Think about it though, you have your house for your aid station, coffee, food, ice water, you got it all. Yeah Boy lets plan that 52 day extended transcendental friggin running vacation.

Do you Hear the Singing?

It might be over, it's hard to tell. No it's not over. So with the storms and heavy rain from past Friday thru now, built plenty of tension and anxiety, enough to find Boodini in the bathtub with the blues. Maybe practicing Tornado skills. Then the Fear of the coyotes in the park has Boodini running for home. But there is hope because a new training course was carved out in the Hood. Anyway this month is about toast. Hopefully what ever is in the air will just scent away.

Dachshund 5K

On a whim Boodini decided to support her friends on the dachshund persuasion by running their 5K at Brushy Creek Park. Thanks to Jeff's heads up the day before, we fixed our flat and were not delayed with mishap! Boodini held open field until mile two when lil Jack Russell came by to cinch up the lineup with Boodini placing second place in 24mins. This time of year with the humidity and heat it's generally a hunker down time for a nordic breed. But a whim is whim, and that last half mile had the tongue scratching the pavement. It was a race with little frill but you just have to run for a cause and it was a good one. It's a ways off till the Donkey Dash and Run for the Rovers, in late fall, and volunteering for Run Like the Wind. For now, just getting in the miles will be tough. The girl just loves to run.

Market In Tolerance

Once upon a time there was an Inn called Boodini's Haven. Ruska the Innkeeper was unable to make ends meet even though she did her very best to draw customers by making the inn comfortable, the service cordial, and the prices resonable. So in despair she consulted Sri Jeffababaji. After listening to her tale of woe, the sage said, "It's very simple. You must change the name of your Inn." "Impossible!" said the innkeeper. "It has been Boodini's Haven for generations and is well known all over the country." "No," said the sage firmly. "You must now call it the Five Bells and have a row of six bells hanging at the entrance." "Six Bells? But that's absurd! What good would that do?" "Give it a try and see," said the sage with a smile. Well, the innkeeper gave it a try. And this is what she saw. Every traveler who passed by the inn walked in to point out the mistake, each one believing that no one else had noticed it. Once inside, they were impressed by the cordiality of the service and stayed on to refresh themselves, thereby providing the innkeeper with the fortune that she had been seeking in vain for so long. There are few things others delight in more than correcting someone's mistakes.

One Up

Having heard of multiday running vacation packages, there was always the Sri Chinmoy races in NYC.
It never really hit home until reading up a bit when Boodini discovered what it is to be truly the Hero of running. Suprabha Beckjord is the real Hero, who has completed all 13 races year after year. But this isn't just about doing the Hooey Dooey Marathon for 25 years consecutively, you would need to do that for 100 years. Miss SB has run for 52 days for a total of 3100 miles on a .558 sidewalk in NYC, year after year, and that is Sri Chinmoy Transcendental Ultra Run held every year. Each to his own, this is obviously some cover up scandal, probably similar to Benghazi, or the IRS, a communist, Obama, takeover of our rights, running around some NY streets. Transcending enlightened running monks fighting the cause in pilgrimage. Another Icon that people entrench their worthy causes in the name of, until like some must leave Minnesota because they know God's wrath will smote all. Maybe they don't know about rule #6. High ideals become their gods, instead of openness to knowledge and respect of those around them making a difference too. Boodini's icon of running is no different, because 75 in 24 is really nothing in the scheme of things. Don't know what really matters, but maybe not going to Minnesota to get punished. Retirement would be shuffling around a .558 sidewalk in NYC for 52 days, 60+miles a day, year after year. One might think Boodini would be free of issues then.

The Lone Ranger

Nothing but time clicking away...23:57:34 as my feet don't fail me now crossing the finish with 75 miles in the 24inAustin event that I spent the greater part of my weekend doing. Didn't need the hope of completing this amount of mileage down to the last few minutes, but if there was anything left  afterwards Boodini couldn't tell it. Earlier at around midnight clearing the 50 mile mark, I decided with 10 hours to go, well within sight of the 75 mark, it was time for a cat nap which at Umstead or Vermont100's, a thirty minute recess can be a good plan if you set an alarm which I did not, another mistake at this event among many without a plan. Two and half hours later, I awake and realize if I don't go find that dog the 75 mark is toast. But really, why stress, relax and let go. I found that forcing myself to run if nothing but a shuffle made walking feel easier and faster, if you've seen my pathetic motion you know what I mean. The race stated at 8am you could start using the inner mile track to rack up as many miles aside from the 5 mile loop before the 10am close, but they changed that and said you had to do the whole loop and the sag wagon would pick you up? Leah asked me what I was going to do, and I said with the time remaining, which wasn't enough time to do the whole loop, I might as well getter going cause there wasn't any choice. At about 9 am off I bust and somehow turn the out and back road loop of 3 mile back to the track at 9:32, now I needed two miles to do the 75, yes no pressure. The rest is history. I decided against my full kitchen setup like I provided for myself at the Bear 48hr. That left me with my Gu and powder mixes for fuel, thinking the race would provide something. Well, they provided water, little else. At six hours into the event, I saw a few bananas and felt like a homeless guy snatching it off, solid food. I eyed pizza boxes off to the side for volunteers and thought about pilfering. I sucked it up because no need for negative thoughts. At about midnight one of the volunteers gave me a slice of pizza, it was heaven. Enough of that side, next time be warned, take care of what you need for yourself. Yes after this I am a Lone Ranger!
It's Monday morning and I am sore... But Boodini wants to run too...off we go!

Another Day in Paradise

Two prime ministers are sitting in a room discussing affairs of state. Suddenly a man bursts in, shaking with fury, shouting and stamping and banging his fist on the desk. The resident prime minister admonishes him: "Peter"' he says, "kindly remember Rule Number 6," whereupon Peter is instantly restored to complete calm, apologizes, and withdraws. The politicians return to their conversation, only to be interupted yet again twenty minutes later by an hysterical woman gesticulating wildly, her hair flying. Again the intruder is greeted with the words: "Marie, please remember Rule Number 6." Complete calm descends once more, and she too withdraws with a bow and an apology.When the scene is repeated for a third time, the visiting prime minister addresses his colleague: "My dear friend, I've seen many things in my life, but never anything as remarkable as this. Would you be willing to share with me the secret of Rule Number 6?" "Very simple," replies the resident prime minister. "Rule Number 6 is "Don't take yourself so damn seriously." "Ah," says the visitor, "that is a fine rule." After a moment of pondering, he inquires," And what, may I ask, are the other rules?"
"There aren't any!"

Box of Rox

It has been a few years since running in the llano uplift, the days of old when we frequented the Inks Lake for Rocky Trails in it's 45M and 50M forms. But this weekend traveling back to the Revielle Ranch which is slightly northwest of Inks nevertheless was the exact terrain that we so enjoyed. The course winds the granite formations that are the oldest in Texas, and the course loop is a half marathon, so we did it twice. The weather was stellar, and a bullet was dodged from it being it's usual hot spot this time of year. This is one race that Joe has added that is worth doing, and I met the property owner and he has plans of future improvements, he hosts several other events. I know there are sections of Inks that are favorites, and Box has many that reflect the trails of the region to the "T". It was a blast from the past.

Out of the Boat

Boodini lives in worlds that bring about life as she sees it. One is the world of measurement that tell her all about views of  how things look or feel based on the things outside. She feels tired, or hungry, that her physical appearance is fat or slim, ugly or pretty. She can feel like a winner or a loser, making the mark or falling below it. Things in this world share duality, good or bad, happy or sad etc. The other world is one of possibility. This is the world connected to intention. Throughout the day hundreds of thoughts are generated and processed, they make up what has, is, and will take place. Depending on what she thinks she is happy or fatigued, a good girl or an evil one. Nevertheless, following what the thought feed is will always be the result. The doubts and fears that come and go will undermine the best laid plans, because she forgets of the other side of what could be, is satisfied with the safe side. But if each time she enters a new thought,  she is free, she is happy when the low energy doubt or  unhappy appears the outcome will change. Call it an affirmation or intent it will change the results.  Keep feeding the same thing over and over will always give the same result. Following  the mind where it leads and begin changing the process to what she really wants and it will open to abundance and possibility. She tells herself:
I am rich, I am successful
I am cool , I am calm
I am happiness, I am friend to all
I am free, I have no habits
This is the road to what she really truly  desires
 Boodini is a  fulfilled  Girl!

Lee Mannix

It's May 2nd, and sometime ago Lee left the world Boodini knows now. He was responsible for pulling her out of another life that knew cages, lack of food, desperation and loss after Katrina destroyed many lives. For that matter Lee touched many dogs and peoples lives. He was someone that I will never forget, the Irish Dogfather, the spinner of cowboy yarns that made lies sound better than telling the truth. No need to go on, he is remembered today.

Intention

Two weeks ago Boodini was flat out, April was passing, Hells race was missed with a broken hand and crapped out back. Massanutten was cancelled without a reach around. So off we set on a test the back 7 miler in the hood, afterwards it was no worse for wear. With two weeks left in the month and no running mileage, we thought about doing 100 miles before April ended. It would take 6 miles everyday to do it, so challenge accepted. The first four days was going, then two days off weather and flimsy attitude stopped everything. Facing the weekend in deficit we rallied to tye the mark. Off again and taking one day off, the goal was finished in 12 days. Today is an off day, and tommorrow might see running? Then May begins. In the younger days we could knock off a 100M in 24 to 35 hrs a pop depending on flatland or mountains, now it takes half a month. With what you think so you will behold!

Lunch Break?

Most of the really cool blogs that I go to read have all gone on hiatus, and just have shut down.
They have always been prolific, almost daily, or at least frequent. Well, it's been a week for me and Boodini, but that's not unusual, never intended to do much or say so before. But it does seem like the story where the girl says to her beau "I'm going to the store to get some bread" and never comes back. That's Tessa for you, where did she go to get some bread? Don't they have internet at the Hoggly Doggly? Well the other guy, he's well..we won't go there. Yesterday Boodini had to go for the annual checkup, I really hate that, she's the one who had to go, she despises it, but I have to take Boodini. Muffle on, shaking like a leaf on a tree, trying to growl and hiss at the Vet, oh well we got thru it. Vet said she didn't know about the teeth check, with a look that could kill "we aren't going there Doc!" Where do they get these trained professionals, better still where did Boodini come from? So see it's not that hard guys, just tell us anything, but just put "words on a page". We miss you!

Standing

We might sometimes feel like a candle in a hurricane, a picture with a broken frame, at the edge of a canyon with only one way down, alone and helpless like we lost our fight, we get mad, we get strong, we might bend, till we break cause it's all we can take, wipe our hands, shake it off, then we stand. For many of us we know the small towns, the streets lined with thousands upon thousands of  humanity cheering and extinguishing any thoughts in our mind except awe. Running Boston is the epic road race, as Western States100 is the ultra classic. All runners are related, our family, our  One. We all go through our hoods, trails and acknowledge our likeness, makes no difference. Life is always a danger, it is what we do. There are always risks in anything, the unknown. Nothing will ever stop us, we will go on. It will make no sense, but if we were to die it would be doing what is very dear to us. It would be said " they were doing what they loved", it was so for Rick I believe. We have no control over our end, but know it will come. If all we were was a body then so it is, but the spirit of running is beyond anything you or I can ever imagine, it drives us mile after mile. For no other reason, on and on runners pursue the journey, the starting line, and sometimes we finish the race. We will run the race and gain the finishers reward!

Best When Broken

So a few days before Easter, Boodini tried to tell me my right hand was broken. So I waited and this past Friday I got my brace which I will wear for a month. That is a good two weeks plus after the fact. The Doc.  was shocked when the X-rays revealed a spiral break and was convinced I must  need pain meds, no thanks, didn't need it when it happened , don't want it now. The Tuesday after Easter is when my back gave out after vacuuming a flooded office Tues after the killer rain we had. It has been my companion now for all this time. But today after missing Hell's race, and not running till today, it was time to see if running would make it worse. Well so far it hasn't after a seven miler in the hood at a easy test the water pace. Sometimes, and now is one of those times, I must take inventory, slow things down, quit looking at life through the wrong end of the telescope, get a haircut and a shave, get a ticket on the train back to reality, and yes, somehow figure what the heck. It's a time to let go, got my plastic Jesus on the dashboard, foot off the brake, pedal on the gas, and off we go on this lost highway.

In the Canyon

The last two weeks have raged havoc on the old body. First a hand then a back,it is as if age and fate have delivered the enemy the upper win. A much needed race cancelled, for no other reason than there was no physical way to perform. Ready to call in all endeavors,sometimes we must try and figure why the chicken has been screwed,and what are the gods telling us. Looks real bleak,but we are still above the earth breathing. So we move forward, ok maybe we crawl forward, Boodini is aging fast, but the fat lady has not sung. We are just waiting here for this elephant to get up off of us.

Kiss it Off

One so sad, feeling painful
You can't deny, there is no peace
Is no love, milk toasted love
Ain't no velvet glove
You're the child of some electric nightmare
You could move mountains, the swords of fire
They keep you around to watch their house of gold
Keep the hungry away from the sacred grove
You were holy and you made me wonder how
But you looked like a devil
who would seize and shake you you down
On the hopes of a tyrant
No one makes it on
There is no peace
There is no love
Ain't no velvet glove

It's Maundy Thursday Somewhere

Everyone has the right to their opinion, Boodini is wondering when people talk about their God,His Word, and what it means, I still wonder. The Gays to some, are no more than civil war slaves and shouldn't have their voice heard, cause God wants nothing doing.Then the Pope is a loser, or Obama is leading us to hell and back. What religion is this in our country today. When the Boo hears ,reads, this tone, it seems someone who knows nothing about God would not want to have anything to do with Him. It seems like a vigilante movement to snuff out the revolution within,and to what good. Mandatum novum do vobis ut diligatis invicem sicut dilexin vos, meaning, A new comandment I give you..love one another, as I have loved you. More bees with honey than vinegar.

Spy Wednesday

Mystery and intrigue are the only thoughts that flow forward. It won't do to be on watch because it is what you call predesign. In the big scheme that event started the ball rolling the next few days as we near the outskirts of Rabbit town. Maybe it is a call to check those thoughts, they sneak up and tell you to ease up when you want to sprint, forget about the plan you so earlier committed to. If you want to keep things on track,and yes there are two trains running, keep firm to your game on, get out there and find that Dog. You determine this one, the idea, the thought, bingo it's done, which will you take?

Good or Bad

The Christians have taken over, just try an get past them on this short few days left til Rabbitville. The journey continues none the less. I believe that like most things it is what we make of it, and that is the result we get. What have we got, like it is written, miles to go before Boodini sleeps. There is no way that failure has left one to wallow, that is just opportunity to will success. Not bad at all, practice those affirmations for your good.It does turn the tide. Better get moving though, cause the line up ahead will be thick.Those Christians...

Really?

SXSW,Springtime,David's 911 run,St.Paddy's day,prehot days,lot's going by. We stay motionless, we are programmed according to our thoughts.We are this or that when we put the notion conciously into our path. I am happy or sad. Starts with that trigger. If you say to yourself long enough, it's a fix,that's what you get. If you believe it, it is going to pass.Just playing along and finding out what events occur. At the end of the day what have we decided about the situation? Two trains running on that line, be all right , be just fine, one train running left the other far behind.

Slammin and Jammin

Boodini watching and listening was taken back when he read someone call the Catholic's new Pope a loser, because Francis didn't support anything goes. Then someone said the new Pope didn't have character because he didn't stop the socialist military junta in Argentina from killing folks in the "dirty wars". I am sure they know the new catholic leader very well, and have read deeply all the necessary information that leads them to this conclusion. As for Boodini, we will wait and see, because we didn't know of him at all till now. Like a new friend or aquaintance we will give this new person time to form and see what they are really about. It is really great folks are passionate and vocal about their opinions sometimes. So we will just simmer along, pace ourselves until we understand and grasp what is truly reality.

Ain't Heavy He's my Brother

If there is one thing Boodini noticed just yesterday,he has a sense,call it "courage of conviction".Nothing beyond that point will influence or change his mind, he is dead sure, and will do just that. One could offer a presidency, a change in running schedule, this or that,the answer would still be No.It is obvious that in the past and to this day things change for the better in our push against one another. We have both come up a notch by motivating each other. The thought of a first 100M, a blog, a desire to enter or complete a race, he always uses his encouragement so that someone else might succeed. He is a silent orator, even though he doesn't like public speaking. He is the whisperer of dreams.Yes we run together,and always with the Ghost.

Spring Jump

Boodini is back on the agility loop again, and doesn't seem to miss a beat. For a few years this has become part of the wiring that fits to make life liveable. At least there is movement forward. Right now things are jolted with time changes, schedule adjustments, until maybe after a few it levels again into something new. It eventually leads now towards Rabbitville,but it doesn't stop or originate there, because things are not what they were or what they appear to be.Jump, weave,teater,tunnel,A frame....now reverse it all.

Time

We use many phrases with it. Pass time,waste time,kill time,lose time. In good time. About time. Take your time.Save time.A long time. Right on time. Out of time. Mind the time. Be on time. Spare time. Keep time. Stall for time. There are many expressions with time as there are minutes in the day. But once there must have been no words for it at all. Because no one was counting.

Easy For me to Say

Out in the woods and hills, away from phones and needy people at work,a retreat. Each turn brings flashes of the "grunt"at Wasatch,"the Wall"at Big Horn,the trail up Mt.Wilson at Angeles Crest, the bern run beyond ForestHill at Western States, the rocky path on the cliffs of the Shenendoah river at Massanutten, yes for 50Miles thoughts just pass thru my being as if reliving it all,the past,present,and if there is a future around and up the next hill? One more journey and certainly appreciated.There weren't enough old folks to run against so I get the USATF National 50M award 1st. in my old folks boogie.

Off to See the Wizard

If I am not waylayed by flying monkeys or dogs that are dressed as flying monkeys, all is well. It's time to run in the hills, and if it doesn't kill me , I will be stronger! I was tired, but now if all goes well, yes, I will be tired , but recharged. As they say..Go Boodini!

Tired you Keep Saying

Yes another hill to climb and probally can't do it? Looks like today is going to be unbelieveably tough, sometimes one gets tired. Tired of the hills and valleys of another day in what is not what paradise ought to be? But not Impossible, because it is with a bit of gratitude that at least it might be possible to take in smaller chunks.Eat the whole pie, it is what it is. The unexpected, the unwanted, the this the that,until finally your tired. You're not,your just not.You can succeed, rest if you must but don't you quit. Remember if your a loser, go sleep in the car!

Where'sThe Love

Ok so running a marathon a week ago probally needs some recovery, changing a long lasting rising time in the morning by one hour is another thing. Then cutting coffee consumption by about half is one more deal. Did I remember to do things in smaller steps so that I could stay focused and succeed. Well this week will be a challenge but hey, that's life. This past week has had me feeling like I had a bug, but I would bet from past exprience it revolves around all three of my past week adventures in change. As to why, one can only ask what are you doing? It was not intended as part of the Rabbitville journey, but it could cover my part in the big scheme of things.

Wildland

So yesterday we took the GPS/GIS training for the Wildland Conservation Division to improve our trail stewardship as being the "eyes of acres". Having been given a garmin550t, it was a chance to learn how to use the blessed thing since the WCD uses a very similar device. It was wonderful to have as my partner Jim Balazar,and spend some time running off to the 8 waypoints, idenify the info and record the data. Lunch was overlooking the water, yes it was a good way to spend 8hrs Saturday.

Limbo

Today maybe we cross over,to which side of fine and not so good, is a work in progress. Having no boss, and maybe today meeting the new boss,not the same as the ole boss. Inbetween, so for days ,my own "Jefe",with the intermitant phone call to do such and such. With the run Sunday, recovery and two short jaunts with Boodini. Since I throughly liked getting up last week at the butt hour to go take charge of stuff at work, I changed rising time to an hour earlier, now battling a sick bug, not reallly sure which direction my ole shell is going,today will tip the scales, yes, one way or the other. Optimism is key, keep that sunny side up, or it will be scrambled eggs.Maybe we can land this deal like that Jet on the tarmac in Poland with no landing wheels, belly side down mate,all 220+ surviving.

Behind and Ahead

It's always a smart choice to take a look for a moment, not to smell the roses, but to catch the direction. If Boodini looks back he sees a progression,and looking ahead that ole dog might get a whiff of which way to direct the course of things. Choices, that can change where you are today. Seems like thinking back just a week ago, it has moved towards the choice made back then, and if it wasn't then today is that opportunity to redirect. Ahead can only work because today you set the plan in motion, think, do, a little a time. Are you ready? Looks like there is a huge hill followed by a mountain up ahead! One step in front of the other!

I am Wayne Webb!

The last three mornings rolled around early 3-4am, two because of work and the final day for running, the marathon run on city streets. The weather was I thought perfect, the run was easy and comfortable, there was no wall, it was all "I will". Unfortunately I have forgotten that races are run in a form that is not comfortable, but on that edge of push and breaking uncomfortable. Who really cares? At the 26.2/13/1 road split I didn't veer to the 13.1 and finish early, I didn't run further on the 26.2 course and DNF and ride the SAG wagon home, Wayne touched my "I can" and it was done, hell I needed a long run. I think there is a growth of WW in all of us, but the point for certain is, it never stopped him from getting to a starting line. It didn't hinder him from walking, being dead last, or even DNFing a lot. That part revolves around focus to the trail ahead, you just keep moving forward as you will forward. Remember the mission, the banquet of the Hare lies ahead, and so please continue.

Your Never Alone with a Schizophrenic

Today it is very important no matter how loud the thunder clamors across the climb up the mountain. There will always be friends and family who give a Boodini's hind about it all. That's right, Boodini does care. So it makes a diff, because you do not walk alone.Never fear, never complain,not cause it doesn't matter, but cause there is insulation with your base.So let's click thru another section of the journey towards Rabbitville.Bring it on.

Off to See the Bunny

Left some stuff behind because it will be a small feat to carry it all otherwise. After all, in 43 days we will be having dinner with a rabbit.Moving ahead, away from, certainly not to be the same as one was,life does have a pattern of changing itself and you by it. It will lead for better or for worse, but it will be an exercise that "if we don't die from, it will make us stronger". Communication, dialogue, these are the keys to open the doors,clear the trail for the journey ahead. Forget the lie, you are not ever what you think you were, it all moves away, never stays the same, the choices are Boodini's.That's search and rescue.Happy Valentines Day!!

Ashes To Dust

Boodini has enough baggage to ground a military cargo plane. It would be good to loosen the load,we would run faster,ears flopping in the breeze.Pushing away from the food bowl in all it's variety and abundance would also change the body dynamics. At the begininning and end of the day slowing the thought process with some proverbial overview would also draw the game plan together. Journeys need a destination, but don't miss the thrill of the ride.Life is short with many changes.

Fat Fat Fat Tuesday

Many days go by without thinking about the over the top, filled to the brim, satisfied moments that make up the downside. But let today be one that we all know and remember the good times rolling.Just sit for a moment and count your lucky stars, and if all you can think of is the moonless night, at least know you have the night.It's a start. All those Massanuttens, Wasatches,Saturday morning fun runs,friends and family may not be happening tomorrow, but it's true. Today let it be Fat,Fat and then Fat!

Every Single Day

If you want to get somewhere with your vision you need to latch onto an object. Say it again. To achieve your goal you have to set one. Say it again. You know what I'm saying. Can't get enough of moving up on the totals until you get out and jam at it. 17.25mi, not but 400 feet of up and down, and 3hrs and change,but beats a great big hole in the ground dug real deep.Time is short, so Mister Big good showing at the races today, and may your first and last step begin and end with your friends at your side, because that is the goal and that is the vision. Say it again, know what I'm saying. So Mister Big alright look out!

Clueless

Twenty days into the year and what a rough and roll it's been.I am glad no resolutions need to be followed, none made, good thing. Every one would have crumbled. It's just get up again and you will win. Plans,oh yes, maybe that is just the fun of looking forward. Wouldn't change a thing, though. So here we go off to finishing off this lousy , stinking month.Not a clue as to what will happen next.

Back in The USSR

It was a cold New Years day as the onions,celery,peppers,garlic,and carrots sauted in olive oil. On the burner next, simmered beets in lemon and trace tomato, while cabbage and potato bubbled in vegetable broth. Combining all completed the borscht.Flipping the cake round, the Sharlotka actually looked remarkable, fresh apples and an airy batter actually held. Resting on it's second turn the yeast dough was ready to roll and cut. While cabbage leaves softened for stuffing, the Golubsky were set.The oven evenly browned the formed tiny loaves, and the piroshki and kulebyaka were front and center. I never realized that it would be so difficult to find cooking guidelines for Russian cuisine. But with a little research I was able to cross check one opinion with another, and recipes sometimes are blueprints for failure, it did take some know how to construct the final outcome. It did look ugly for awhile. There are still many plates yet left to fill.