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.