Looks like Britney is in the news again - that's the only thing I remember from the news this morning - that and the Iowa caucus results.
Be safe. Be kind.
heh Tramps, good advice to Steve.
One day at a time
Yeah, I think I would particularly hate getting hit by a moose...that's gotta hurt...
Live like you are dying not like you are afraid to die.
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Roy, it's always a good day when you start us off. Steve, how did your whole job interview thing go? We all got a bit lost in the forum shift.
0530 Hey SteveP Glad DW is recovering all right. What kind of car did she get? .
SteveP
It was so remote that there was no cell phone reception. A water truck stopped and the driver just said, "Well, you gotta watch for moose on these roads!"
Well, yeah... and your point is? Heh, no cell phone reception and overly "helpful" passersby... sounds like home!! Honestly, I'm glad to hear that you all came out of that experience more or less ok... We've already had two situations here where the driver did not fare so well. And in my original post, I didn't mean hitting a moose... I mean literally being hit (and basically mowed down) by a moose. Had one chase me out by the barn years ago when feeding the horses. When running with a headlamp you see them just as you're right up next to them! But basically, I'm just tired of the cold. My coldest run was an 18 miler a couple years ago where it was -18 up at my house where I started, and -23 at the low spot about half way through. Don't really care to do that again...
"During a marathon, I run about two-thirds of the time. That's plenty." - Margaret Davis, 85 Ed Whitlock regarding his 2:54:48 marathon at age 73, "That was a good day. It was never a struggle."
Carolyn
Steve, Steve, Steve—do you think it’s wise for a southerner to start showing photos of ice-chunks? In that game, the northerners will bury you quicker than you can scream, “avalanche!” Heck, Tall’s running in -22F for a date! Suck it up, buddy. When it’s in the 90s with 100% humidity, then you can whine.
I hammered down the trail, passing rocks and trees like they were standing still.