Daily Archive for April 3rd, 2008

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Sally
on 3 April, 2008
in random stuff and training
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uh huh. Just like all those times you rode just a little too fast on the scooter while I was attached to the furry four-legger.

She Runs is up and running (har har) and we’ve got 3 girls again, today 4 with a guest, and it’s going well. I love doing this; it gives me a total high every practice. We’re planning better together this session as mentors and doing everything I wished we could have done last time. That means that this fall can only be another improvement! There’s a bit of drama going on with the board, but I’ll post about it after this weekend or the next meeting.

My dinner/ball/event this evening was for the community ed teachers. I’m supposed to be teaching French I again, but the registrations are low, so that may be canceled, and my running for women class will probably just make the cut.

Last exciting news Lumpy and I are thinking about doing the Mont Blanc REI trip this summer, attached to the end of me going to Russia, which I am hoping/planning to do again this year. MONT BLANC!!!!

This weekend I’m not sure what I’m going to run, I’m just going to be sure I’m out there.

Sally is trying to kill Lumpy (still) & DAWG (too)

Published
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Lumpy
on 3 April, 2008
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img_0246-small.JPGSo I get home and think, hey, the knee feels good today. And I have to manage DAWG this evening. So we’ll run. Sally stops home in-between She Runs and going to some ball, dinner, or some other hoity-toity affair (sans Lumpy) this evening. After donning her best running tights, Sally informs me that she’s riding The Bike (good since gas just spiked +$.21 to $3.29) to said lavish dining opportunity. And if I hold on and start when she leaves DAWG will pull me along trying to keep up with her. Like a damn fool, Lumpy thinks, “Yeah…that’ll be cool.”

Moments later, Sally a block ahead on The Bike, DAWG is all ahead Warp Factor G and Lumpy’s stuck along for the ride like a Romulan Bird of Prey caught in a Starfleet Dreadnought Class starship’s tractor beam. Being the dead weight that he is at this point, DAWG is bordering on choking the living daylights out of herself. With visions of taking DAWG to emergency vet care (and the ensuing bills) with a self-induced crushed trachea, I think we should stop a moment. Good thing, as I noticed the blue tint on DAWG’s tongue.

Finally, The Sally is out of sight and DAWG starts to slow down to a respectable sub-light speed pace. It is about that time that I experience the lovely pains in my chest. Visions of CPR dancing in my head. Oh, or perhaps that was the Chipotle burrioto I had for lunch. Duh, who am I to think I can eat within 8 hours of running. Fool.

DAWG had a good poop. Lumpy had a fun run. We waved to the nice man from the local hardware store (not The Sicilian!). Mmmmm…time for a balogna sandwich.