What Crisis

Being ten years old in Port Isabel, was fun and at that age what wouldn't be. Going to South Padre everyday, running around that tiny town, puppet shows. So when the folks were sitting around watching the little RCA Victor TV with President Kennedy telling the nation we could be heading for nuclear war with the Soviets, all cause of the tiny 777mile long island of Cuba, it just went over the top of my head. I didn't really get the anxiousness of being disintegrated. I don't think I was really effected. Now as an old person, everything seems to get my feathers ruffled. No water rolling off this duck's back. Even years ago things seemed a lot easier, more nonchalant. Why the hell do I have to suddenly flip the switch to freak out mode? Well it's just not fitting, treating old fart's like this.

A Rose

Its going to be long week, especially yesterday when your asking if it's Friday yet?, at least that's what I'm being told. The weather if you talk about that is another big disappointment, after a low humid weekend, and now temperatures are going to spike again on the high side. The world is crumbling with global warning, and the monarch butterfly is going instinct. Give me a break. But it will not to be given, the revolution will not be televised. So I guess it comes down to, you could be in an ISIS prison, but, today you are free to go and do as you please. Breathe the air, enjoy the heat, bury a butterfly, whatever you want. Your free today, at least for the next few hours, so enjoy. You were planning to do that anyway, because your not playing the fool or being a chump. Don't forget to smell the funk, it's a splendid aroma. It's what for dinner. Have you ate yet?

Verdict

The good news is after ultrasound and x-rays, Boodini doesn't have to go under the knife for tumors of spleen, liver, etc. In fact she is a healthy canine. Well not exactly. Boodini does have a problem with her lower spine, with scar tissue, it's degenerative, and that is why she has a problem with her back end. But then she goes in now for chiropractic adjustments. That will help for now. As of last evening she decided she wanted to go back to her two a day walks, and the temp really hasn't dropped to her comfort zone just yet. But it will, like maybe somewhat this weekend. So we have made it through another hot summer, and maybe the cooler weather will sharpen our strides from a shuffle to a jog. Let's not get carried away though.

On a Prayer

Surely one can turn the tide in one's favor if one says a prayer, no matter how small. Yes it is a large college with lot's of students. But the world is a different place than when things were, how shall we say, respectable. I'll say a Hail Mary, I might even throw in a rosary for Texas when and if they defeat Notre Dame. Not really a sports dog but hey what  a confidence builder to the season that would be. We'll see, so you might say we're living on a prayer.

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.