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?

Every Picture Tells a Story

Boodini and I have run a few races together, we have even walked away with awards at times. I have run close to 100 marathons when I add in the 50's, 100's etc. There are always the photos
they send you to look over after these events, and I never buy my photos, unless it's the tandem duo then it has been purchased. Over the last few months the photos received have really
had my attention, particularily because if I were someone else viewing these my reaction might be why is this old tired beat down character doing this to himself? My goodness in one photo I am caught with my hand over my heart area as if I am having some kind of heart attack! Yes, and the grey and the sagging facial expressions are truly amazing, that's what happens after many years I suppose, but the tire around my waist now that is something I am doing something about.In the last marathon I ran just last week there were only 49 runners in my age group out of the total finishers of 3989. Not many, maybe the other guys are really old and just don't run anymore?
Yes I may look beat down, old, and quite the shuffler but I am in this running biz til the cows come home. May I should dye and face lift....nah!

Yes Fat Tuesday

Beads, King Cake, Gumbo, wash it down with Booze....and now you are living the Louisiana Dream. Grew up around and lived there once, but Mom's gone and all the Fat tuesday's before this as well. But
Boodini made it out of the Big Cane and that wasn't a sweet time for many, but now we can smile and be happy because we all have friends like you....yes we are very Fat this time around!

Rolling in the Deep

This time courage to stand on the line was alive and well. Needing to do something, rather than nothing at all if this business of running was to produce results. Tried the hoka b's thinking that recovery might be quicker, no problem turning the miles over with them. Keeping the pace almost even, and below a 14 hour
cut off was the hope, it didn't matter what happened if that could be done for 26.2. That's half of what will be needed in a much more difficult terrain. But it was something, and it is behind now. Now what? You know the answer....

Will Ya Be Mine...

Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud.It is the morning and evening star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds it's radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kindler of every hearth. It is the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody, for Music is the voice of Love. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of the wondrous flower-the heart-and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts, but with it, earth is heaven and we are gods!

Two Left Feet

Wow, what was that? The heavy rain, lightning,mud miles, rain gear that soaked up weight, and most of all what was I thinking? It is what you make it, and choosing miserable must have been the mantra. Damnation and just bagged it in, yeah what was I thinking. Better go find that Dog!