So, the time has finally come to do this. Since my brain won't shut down I'll put some of my inner rantings on the screen and see if it entertains anyone. Food, music, running and interesting human interactions, in no particular order. And, of course, my dog and the freaked out cats.
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Freaked out cat. |
I'm painting my basement stairwell and in order to do this I have to occasionally make the basement off-limits to the neurotic creatures known as my cats. The most paranoid of the two is convinced that any change means death is just around the corner. So, once I managed to get him out of the basement (after the goof hid down there and then proceeded to run up the freshly painted stairs) he then hid under a table and yowled as if I were trying to take him to the vet. He is not deprived of food, litter box or comfy places to sit, and if the basement door were open he would happily snuggle with his brother in the living room. Ah well, the white kitty paw prints on the concrete basement floor are pretty cute...
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Super fast with a killer 'stache. |
I haven't run for a week and I can feel it. I got the cruddy cold that's out there and then it's just been so dark and gloomy. I'm running a 15k race in a couple of days, though. That'll get me going. After that, training must begin again. Only 6 weeks until the next half-marathon in sunny SoCal. I've been reading more about running than actually running these days. I just finished a biography of Steve Prefontaine. He didn't live long enough to have much of a life outside of running, but it was still very interesting. As a casual runner, it's surprising to be able to draw parallels between what I do and what he did. I'll never run a 4-minute mile - hell, I don't know if I'll ever run an 8-minute mile - but there's still something compelling about his story and some things that I can take and apply to myself.
Thus ends blogpost numero uno.