OM, no particular reason but do you have any photos of your 4.7 mile run?

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no particular reason but do you have any photos of your 4.7 mile run?

Why actually, yes I do!

dang, sarge. that's so sad. I started out as a baseball player (I remember having to run a mile in high school workouts and thought I would die. Actually, I've been thinking that every time I run a mile since.) I loved playing up till the time I saw my first curve ball. Oh, well. Sounds like he had a pretty great life. I hope your funeral goes OK. (I'm 57 and I only bought a black suit two years ago, when I realized this is going to become a more and more common thing. Getting old isn't as much fun as the brochures would indicate.)

Twocat: you'll be relieved to know that today's breakfast was Mexican food from a convenience store rather than breakfast pizza. I have concluded since that there are only two absolute facts in life: It never always gets worse, and never buy Mexican food from a convenience store. Dang. I miss that pizza cereal.

orangemat: Hey. Yes, I showed up on the collective doorstep a couple of days ago and nobody had the heart to haul me off to shelter. Attitudes likely will change as my fleas spread.

Anyhow, I ran 4 miles at the gym today with Mo, my lovely bride. Mo is not that keen on the 11-month summer here. And our gym has a treadmill that allows her to run on the Bright Angel Trail at the Grand Canyon, our old stomping grounds. Surprisingly, it wasn't closed despite the shutdown. Must've slipped through the cracks. 12:30 miles, which is about all I have in me these days. But it felt good and I have new shoes arriving by UPS tonight (woooooohooooooooo isn't it like Christmas Eve when New Shoes are on the way?)

I'm not sure about zombie runs. I spent my childhood living next to a cemetery. And we had a trap door to under the house in our bedroom closet. Zombies still hit a little too close to home.

Oh, well. gotta go be violently sick now. Never, ever order the "Enchilada Surprise" ...

enkephalin: thanks! You're too kind. if it's ok to make a shameless plug, i have a blog called ilikemargarine.com. that deals with running and life and my dad poisoning my oatmeal with acorns. I started it about five years ago with five readers and now I'm up to about three readers.

But my arrival here is not a ploy to lure readers. I just write margarine for me. I'm here because I like to hang out with kindred spirits, and so far this joint seems like it fills the bill. And I can see it as a great motivator on those icy December days when the temps in south tejas drop below 70 degrees and I'm trying to force myself out the door. Gotta go run so I can post to the dailies!!!! So thanks for making me feel at home. Although home had a trap door where the zombies came in ...

oh, man ...

OrangeMat it looks to be Kiawah Island.  Of the marathons that weekend it is the one my DW picked.

mo boy in case this ever comes in handy zombies do not hit.  So nothing to fear on that front.  However, they do bite and apparently quite hard!  How come nobody ever wears a kevlar suit during a zombie apocalypse?    Seems like an easy solution.  Let me see where did I put mine . . .

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