Damned sad yesterday. Never enough laughter in the world and to lose a true comic genius is a tough reminder. Mental illness hidden behind smiling facade, its around every day.
Waking up with these mid 50s is giving a decided advantage to those that are training up for an early fall marathon. I was able to stretch my last week to 40 miles, not much but its a start. The Monument Half Marathon on Saturday September 27th will be my next race effort. Part of our USATF Nebraska Association Championships. Big thanks to CARE Chiropractic for sponsoring mine and Linda’s entry!
The current standings of our association’s grand prix series finds our NRGE mates doing very well. Kyle Clouson is in 3rd overall just one point out of first. Mike Wasson is 4th in the masters, that will change once his performance at the Leprechaun Chase is factored in. I’m 5th in that division. Stacy Shaw at the top of the masters women list with a huge 24 point cushion. My dear sweet Linda sitting fourth but only 4 points out of second. Tammy Consbruck sits in 7th for the women. So we’ve got that going for us.
Tuesdays have turned into canning day. We put up eight quarts of spaghetti sauce yesterday. My larders are now fairly bursting.
Too busy to realize I hadn’t written until I read the following from regular correspondent Tim Dooling. Full of insight and wit as always:
“I’ve never met a runner whose running wasn’t simply the same expression as a haller monkey. throw shit at the wall and see what sticks. pretty soon you’re buried in your own shit. i think even george bush said if you find yourself in a hole, quit digging. we need your love and attention everyday run guru, your daily dribblings seem to be tapering down a bit.”
Not to worry! I’ve still much to say, just less time to say it during this busy harvest.
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