Chasing Gustav
So Tutus was finally was added to the national lung transfer waitlist and we decided to go hang with him in Houston this past weekend and take advantage of the fact that we were all off (from work, school, and soccer) and Tutus was actually not hospitalized at the moment. The problem was that Gustav was on it’s way. We were a bit apprehensive during the roadtrip because traffic was quite hectic in the opposite direction we were going. Everyone seemed to be leaving the Houston area as we were heading towards it. So there we were…chasing Gustav.
Anyway, we discovered that Gustav took a northward turn and was expected to hit Louisiana instead. So…we decided to spend Saturday (the day before Gustav was expected to make landfall) at the beach and we headed towards Galveston, TX. It turned out to be a beautiful day. I did nothing but relax, read, and bask in the sun while the rest of the guys (Punsk8erdude, Tutus, Elvis, Moon & Tomate) frolicked in the water. Bella, hung out with me, she’s Tutus’ Boston Terrier (she’s total crazy cuteness!).
I missed my weekend long run and decided to make it up on Monday morning (Labor Day) in Houston before returning home. So I mapped a 6 mile out & back route through the Houston/Bellaire area and headed out with Tomate accompanying me on his bike. It was a very difficult run, the only thing pleasant about it was the scenery and the fact that Tomate was there with lots of water. It was not as hot as it could have been and thank goodness for that Gustav breeze, but boy was it humid! I did quite a bit of walking but I did complete my 12 and felt good about it afterwards.
Since it’s been phenomenally cool and wonderful here in Minnesota, I’ve been able to run Miss G lately. I’ve missed it very, very much. This canoe trip greatly proved to me that I missed running my dog and canoing with my Lumpy. Lumpy and I took the Old Town out for a short spin at Lake of the Isles, etc. and had a great (at least, I thought it was great) time. We have named our boat The Mary Marie, on a play on the Merry Marie, in honor of our two grannies. To get back to running…I’ve been having great runs by myself and with G since I’ve been back, so obviously, portaging and paddling do not hurt running, trail running, or any other conceivable kind of running. It’s been wonderful to run with the dog, since I missed it so much. At the first place we stopped at a reservation, Amy brought down a village dog for me, since she knew I’d love it. I wanted to wash, brush, and overall de-bug the dog, but I wanted so much to bring it home with me. Cute, cute, cute. I, at this time, can’t find a photo of said dog, but will post a photo, and many others having to do with this trip soon. I do promise. All the reservation dogs we met were super sweet and completely responsive to me. Let’s just say that the ones at the end of our trip peed on everyone else’s stuff except mine and Kelly’s, the two women who a.) didn’t care, b.) knew dogs, c.) would have “taken care of it ourselves…” meaning either one of us would have gone and peed on their stuff/where they slept/anything they had previously peed on. Either way, it was funny, and I now have some of Amy’s stuff here at our house to get rid of dog pee/scent. Her tent is pretty much clean, but her pfd still has some drying to do. heh.
**Photo added 4 Sept 08**
