Going to Superior 100

Not to run, but to get away and intermittently help out the runner and have fun with Shelley. Been a while since we had a getaway together and I will need to monitor my time at the stations and other friends...

I plan on leaving town about 6 AM Friday and stopping by some aid stations along the way. I will have my camera at hand so all you runners stop before the station to comb your hair and if needed, put on make-up (kidding). I am also looking to maybe do a late night leg with a runner and maybe that last part if there is a pal who is on the edge and could use a little push. Of course, that depends on how my next two weeks evolve.

I am off the levequin for over a week and can feel the difference. I did have a little home invasion of dust mites/fleas or something. My son and I woke with mosquito like bites (3-5 each night) that were such a nuisance. A little bomb spay after a throughout cleaning and then re-cleaning has taken care of it, but it was really a pain! At least with the medicine taking me out, I had time.

I took my son back to Colorado a little over a week ago. Was a nice trip. Had a great sunset...

Also took a 4 mile hike in a place called Mayhem Gulch. Would have been a great trail to run on! Did not take the Garmin but it was up, up, up and turned around and we went down, down, down... You can see the zig zag of the trail on the side of the mountain.


Anyway, that is an update. Not much new other than being busy and staying alive.

As a final note, my pal Carl is ceased his blog. I wrote a piece a while back on "WHY BLOG" as I wondered why several times. Then I thought about it... In summary, to keep in touch, share joys and sorrows... Just to have a place to share our thoughts and desires. I understand Carl's decision, but wish he would reconsider. A once a month post is not to demanding and you know what, it is the only way I can keep in touch if I am not able to run. But the trend is to get info on Facebook nowadays but that is so fragmented and all over the place, the blog creates a local place for all the successes and possible DNF's for one person, in one place, in order. I just enjoy reading so many blogs of people I really do not know, but can feel their success and failures and empathize. So please Carl, reconsider... And Wayne, I like the Blog better!!!

Even though I do not comment, I keep up with what is going on and for those who post and I read it... Thanks! (Yes that is Beth, Denise, Steve's (both), Don, Mike, Helen, Kel, Lisa and so many other...)

Hope I capture a nice digital image of you having fun at the 100 or 50. If not, please enjoy the day and smile...

Carry on my friends...

What used to be...

I read this and thought about many relationships I have had over the years and how I hear so many people say that they no longer are in love with their mate because the mate has changed so much... We all have changed over time. Like my Doctor tells me, I am getting so old I should not buy green banana's (joking). So I wanted to share this story from the pastor of a Church service I attended Sunday. It was about people changing and our love can waver with change...

They have been married for two years. He loves literature, and often posts his work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He is also into photography, and he handled their wedding photos. He loves her very much.

Likewise with her. She has a quick temper, and always bullies him.

He is a gentleman, and always gives in to her. Today, she's being "willful" again.

Her: "Why can't you be the photographer for my friend's wedding? She promised she'd pay."

Him: "I don't have time that day."

Her: "Humph!"

Him: "Huh?"

Her: "Don't have time? Write less of those novels, and you will have all the time you need."

Him: "I... someone will definitely recognize my work some day."

Her: "Humph! I don't care; you'll have to do it for her.

Him: "No."

Her: "Just this once?"

Him: "No."

Negotiation's broken. So, she gave the final warning: "Give me a Yes within three days, or else..."

First day.

She "withheld" the kitchen, bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television, and hi-fi... Except the double bed, to show her "benevolence". Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn't mind, as he still has some cash in his pockets.

Second day.

She conducted a raid and removed everything from his pockets, and warned, "Seek any external help, and you bear the consequences." He's nervous now. Night. On the bed. He begs for mercy, hoping that she'll end this state. She doesn't give a damn. No way am I giving in, whatever he says. Until he agrees.

Third day Night. On the Bed. He's lying on the bed, looking to one side. She's lying on the bed, looking to the other side.

Him: "We need to talk."

Her: "Unless it's about the wedding, forget it."

Him: "It's something very important."

She remains silent.

Him: "Let's get a divorce."

She did not believe her ears.

Him: "I got to know a girl."

She's totally angry, and wanted to hit him.

But she held it down, wanting to let him finish. But her eyes already felt wet.

He took a photo out from his chest.

Probably from his undershirt pocket, that's the only place she didn't go through yesterday. How careless.

Him: "She's a nice girl."

Her tears fell.

Him: "She has a good personality too."

She's heartbroken, because he puts a photo of some other girl "close to his heart".

Him: "She says that she'll support me fully in my pursue for literature after we got married."

She's very jealous, because she said the same thing in the past.

Him: "She loves me truly."

She wishes to sit up and scream at him: "Don't I?"

Him: "So, I think she won't force me to do something that I don't want to do."

She's thinking, but the rage won't subside.

Him: "Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?"

Her: ".....!"

He brings the photo before her eyes.

She's in a total rage, hits his hand away and leaves a burning mark of a slap on his face.

He sighs.

She cries.

He puts the photo back to his pocket.

She pulls her hand back under the blanket.

He turns off the light, and sleeps.

She turns on the light, and sits up.

He's asleep.

She lost sleep.

She regrets treating him the way she treated him.

She cried again, and thought about a lot of things.

She wants to wake him up.

She wants to have an intimate talk with him.

She doesn't want to push him anymore.

She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl looks.

She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry, and she wanted to laugh.

It's a nicely taken photo of her. A photo he took for her when they met.

She bends down, and kissed him on his cheek.

He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep.

This makes me think back to how I have changed as have many friends and other people I have known over the years. Many of you know my ex-wife and she is a fabulous human being and we once loved being with each other. We to changed. Amazing how I clearly recall the love, the hate and then the acceptance... While the parting is always hard, I am told she is truly happy. Although, there may be more change. I know many including myself who have been on the high and low roller coaster ride of giving love and feeling loved. As i age, I desire that flat ride on the old model T with the rail to guide me... You now, like at the amusement park. But then again, I would have missed out on so much pleasure and pain. Memories...

I think I am going spend this week thinking about all the quality activities and smiles so many people have shared with me. Those memories will never be taken away. Who know, it might make me smile a whole lot more and if I really look at my life, I have so much to smile for...

Carry on my friends. Carry on...