On the Run

Today wasn't a 100 degrees, and it was like 77. So running the hood wasn't the usual melt down. This weekend is the Leadville 100M, a friend of a friend of a friend is running it. It will be their first 100M. That is always a jolt when you hear someone jumping on out there with the LT100 as a first. Well, they live in Colorado so maybe that takes off some of the mystique. Three of my four attempts turned into 50M's, my first was stopped but it was tough cause I broke my ribs 10 days before the race. Then of course the second try out of the shoot I made it in. It always made me wonder that it wasn't so tough, but you chase cut-offs, and of course going no lower than 9300 ft. up to 13,200 does create a bit of a strain on the lungs, at least for a flatlander. But anyway it's this weekend, and I will be hoping my friend of a friend of a friend "makes it in" as we old ultra runners always say! Leadville! Yes indeed.

Have a Party

Its been maybe twenty years since Tony checked out. I'd have to check ancestry for Marie's exit. But they're gone. Recently they both would have had birthdays. Maybe where they are they wake to a bunch of singing the Birthday anthem, then there is the parade of spirits, much like them, prancing about with fanfare and a Big Cake. Sounds really far fetched at best. So why is it that here on planet earth, we seem to retain dates and memories of folks that at one time painted events in our lives. We can most certainly remember and at times almost feel emotion and visualize what the hell took place way back when they were around. If you believe in an afterlife and accordingly your good enough, everyone is in one big happy family again. If not well then it's just done at that. Which ever "go with the flow" you pursue, there will always be that thought that lingers this time of the year for those two characters that had an effect in our lives. For us we were damn lucky, cause others didn't have it all that good. Happy Birthday from us here!

No pain

Months ago,  February 22nd to be spot on, Boodini and I hit the usual quick paced 5K route, but mid-way things got loose. For about a half mile I carried my partner. It is a loss of routine weekly speed work without. Looks like arthritis has begun to sink the teeth into Boodini's backside. I decided to see what another vet would do, knowing that up the street the only thing they would prescribe is meds. Well the doc was proud of herself when she got in a bit of chiropractic alignment on Boodini, she looked like she just buckled in a 100M, even when meeting the lil demon she wanted to make a go of care. So we will see, after a while though the shit will take over. Noone is having any short races right now it's just too hot, and the dog days of august will be over soon. I run after work, and it's always 100. Not much different that the last two summers, its just without the Capt. Karl's 60K's. Next race who knows, but running the long loop at bull creek didn't turn up any friggin snakes. Trail vs Road are two different beasts with balance.