Starting a non-profit is not easy. It is a lot of work. It is a lot of last minute stuff. It is a lot of taking on of things that you were not aware you had to do, or knew that you could do. It is wearing me out almost as much as school did. By the way, Banana, when are you done with school? The Lump and I think that you, Toots, and your various and sundry offspring should come up and have a winter romp. We’ll go up north and play.
I have not run but once between my last post and now, but I am thinking I am starting this week. I do not intend to miss the Big Woods 1/2, and I need to start on a training plan. Dog is the puzzle I have to figure out. This week it’ll be way too hot for the furry mess to be out running, so I have to plan my exercise, her exercise, and feeding times for all of us. Thank goodness Lumpy does the cooking. I’ll figure out my knee as I go.
- Jane Austen: I do not want people to be agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them.
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- Joan Baez:: If it’s natural to kill, why do men have to go into training to learn how?
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Yes, I’m on vacation…back in Europe (Netherlands, Belgium, & France). I had packing issues and had to forego the running shoes & running attire due to the lack of packing space in my carry-on luggage. That means I don’t get to run while on vacation…though I really would have liked to. Anyways, when this vacation is over I’ll be getting down to the nitty gritty of running. See you soon…take care!Â
This is a little more like it for 7.11.2007…
I’m not going to the doctor…yet. If I go to the doctor and she tells me definitively I shouldn’t run, that will suck. If I do not go, I do not know for sure, thus I can run. Twisted logic, but there you have it. It’s only supposed to be in the upper ’70s the next few days, and it would be immoral for me not to be out with DAWG. It would be cruel to her. My knee has not been clicking, nor has it been feeling crunchy, so I’m goin’ fer it. Bring on the SKORT! Today we will walk around Lake Harriet, braving crowd and loose child. As a special post race treat, she may get a Frosty Paw.
I have a running skort and I cannot run! Evil forces have aligned against me (against my knee!); I am aghast at the amount of trails I have not tripped on. I am appalled at the face dives not taken. I agonize over the ticks not picked off of the dog. Okay, so maybe not that last one. Sigh. I miss running.
Our non-profit, She Runs, acted as Parade Marshals at a local parade. We actually had so much fun that many of us want to do it again next year. I’ve already got some of my schtick worked out for next year. I will no longer be a parade marshal, but am thinking that I might call myself a “parade viewing facilitator.” Or perhaps a “parade spectator assistant.” Maybe even “parade watching consultant.” Lumpy oughta like that last one. She Runs is now $400 richer and I am two shades redder. Win win.
I registered for the Dallas White Rock Marathon…happy birthday to me. Anyone care to join me…or come cheer?
Yoohooooooo! Aloooooo?!? Has anybody seen my little chiquita banana? Heh, heh, heh….
