How do you guys respond to  everyone in one post?! It won't let me scroll to the first page and I forget what I want to say to people by the time I get to the second page!! Geez...

Oh, and lace up, it's people like you that get me in trouble! I stuck to the 12k and am still pain free 

Can you tell I am SUPER paranoid these days?!

How do you guys respond to  everyone in one post?! It won't let me scroll to the first page and I forget what I want to say to people by the time I get to the second page!!

 

 

I open a second window for responses only.  That's why I rarely give personals on the weekend since at home I only have one screen...at work two.

Hello all and happy twelvesday!

 

7 miles today at lunch on my town loop run. Decent enough run at first but then my stupid hip/back hit me about 4 miles into the run so it was sort of an annoying finish. Oh well. Does anyone else love catching the whiff of dryer vents on brisk chilly days? Love that smell. You can almost feel the warmth. Running through a local neighborhood today I caught a nice whiff of that smell. I hit town right around noon and was serenaded by some church bells as I ran up Walnut street. Pleasant sound and they kind of echoed off of cemetery hill in an interesting fashion.  More stretching and foam rollering later today.

 

QOTD: Hmm. I had not thought of a celebration for today. Perhaps a twelve-pack? Who am I kidding. I can't do that anymore.

I also like smelling the smell of dryer sheets, or fabric softener, that comes out of the vents. But in summer, it can make me nauseous.

And in my village, we have church bells that chime, too. I usually catch those on Sundays when I do "speedwork" on the only flat loop within 15 miles, near my neighborhood. I love listening to the melody, and trying to reach certain landmarks before the next melody starts.

Somehow the chimes remind me of Austria and Bavaria: In Bavaria, the church bells might strike even every 15 minutes, telling the time (not so great if you live right next to a church, but after a few weeks, you get used to it and don't wake up any more when they ring in the night), and they ring quite long on Sundays for Mass (usually late morning, and then at noon again).

And in Austria, a siren (most houses, except single family homes, have a siren on the roof, a relict from WW2, and still supposed to warn in case of a disaster or emergency) goes off on Saturdays at noon. When I was a child, this would signify the closing of all stores for the weekend, and I knew the weekend had started.

Strange, how sounds (and sometimes smells) can bring back childhood memories (which I am more fond of than those memories that lace_up mentioned!).