Photo Update
The photo problems are old news now. I bucked up and paid them.
This is about getting and being better, about believing in being extraordinary. Primarily, we are going to talk about my running. Other stuff may creep in, but mostly this is about training for my first master's marathon.
Last night, G and Austin pitched a combined no hitter. Probably more common in the Little's than in the Big's, but still quite awesome to see. Here is some flavor....


Thanks all for being patient. The week flew by as I was traveling and didn't make time for a posting. Also, I didn't always have an internet connection available. Okay, I DO hear at least a few people rumbling, "enough with the excuses already!"
Not a whole lot to complain about today. I spent the majority of the day in my hiking boots with the balance spent in my running shoes. This tiny toad was one of dozens pulling itself out of the organic soup puddles left over in a drying stream bed. Some free words of wisdom from me: If you come back in your next life as a toad, avoid little boys with buckets. (Which book did Mack and the boys go on the frog hunt?)

This week, I spent some time down below the Mason-Dixon Line. It is hotter there and it is a bit slower in general, which is a nice thing really. And besides, one must capitalize on every chance to wear one's seersucker suit and spats, right? (No, that is not me, and no, I don't actually own a seersucker suit)
I was able to catch a better lightning shot during tonight's storm. I still have a lot of practice to do to get it right. But one thing is for sure, digital is the way to go.
This was a camping weekend. Weatherwise, Mother Nature was a total tease. It didn't rain long enough during any single stretch for us to call it quits, and the sun didn't shine long enough for us to seriously consider busting out the badminton net. Limbo weather.
Steroids.
Just a morning run at the Lab.
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Today was a little bit of everything; a little lifting, a little time on the trainer, and a little running with the young-guns. A storm rolled in at the end of the day. If you are into weather, you would have enjoyed the show. There was big lightning, bright rainbows, weird sky colors. The camera guy needs to learn how to use his equipment and pay attention better, but other than that, it was fun. I will catch lightning in the lens eventually.
Apparently the pot-o-gold was in my neighbor's backyard. How convenient for them.
There IS a lot of progress going on along my run route. This morning, I passed by two survey teams and many many new numbers are now freshly painted on miles of road. (Folks, it isn't going to get any more interesting than this on this blog today! It is okay to hit "Next Blog".)
My run this morning reminded me of this print. It still gets showtime after all these years when the topic is Progress or Ingenuity. The part I focus on is the smoke right in the face of the poor
Native Americans. Of course, that part is often cropped out in the spirit of Progress. Aren't we full of Ingenuity? Anyway, my run was on a long flat road. There was a lot of construction to the south and water to the north (sort of, oh alright, not). There were mountains in the distance (in my case about 800 miles of distance). I was the smoke and dust recipient but from a caravan of dump trucks rather than a train. All kinds of crap flew up off the road in their wake. No big deal really, I had sunglasses on and I did turn away in time. But it was a stinging gravel shower nonetheless. Me and the trucks, the saga will continue..... "Truckers Last Stand" or "Trail of Tires", something like that. As long as there is no wounded knee in the offing.
Basically, it was a good run. I felt balanced and comfortable. It has gotten hotter the last few weeks, but I like that just fine. It is a humid heat here after all. Sixes from here out.
===Ran 4 at 150 bpm===
Okay, so the picture turned out HUGE. I am working on getting it right in a trial and error type of way. YOUR job as the reader is to appreciate the intricate play on words and the subliminal imagery!

Today is in the 90's.


I didn't start my watch this morning- by accident and totally out of character. I also was not on my home turf, sometimes I travel. So I can't say with any confidence how far I ran. What I do know is that my leg felt GREAT, I had fun, and that Central Park was very pretty.