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I finished more than 4 hours ago. I still feel like crap. Blisters. Leg cramp at 18.5 miles. Pouring rain.
I’ll write more later.
Well, looks like I didn’t write more later. Well, there’s not much else to tell. Once I finished 20 miles, all I felt was pain. Once I showered, had something to eat, and relaxed in front of Fox News’ Saturday Business block, I felt euphoric.
I know I’m behind the curve on this one, but I just had to weigh in. I’m the farthest thing from one of those animal-rights wackos as Rush calls them, but damn.
Assuming the allegations are true, how can Vick not know that running dogfights was immoral at best and, if betting was involved (and it surely was), illegal?
Answer: Because he’s a professional athlete who probably hasn’t heard the word “no” in years. I certainly don’t mean to categorize all profession athletes. There are many pro athletes who are level headed, are very generous, and highly intelligent. But some are just wrecks of human beings. The money and fame start to go to your head, and you think that the law doesn’t apply to you.
I lump people like this in with Paris, Nicole and Lohan. I have great sympathy for the dogs that are tortured in these fights, but I have very little sympathy for moronic celebrities.
Of course, Vick is innocent until proven guilty, and while I have very little faith in the justice system today, I’m willing to let the judicial system run its course before I condemn him.
Today was a rest day, and I surely needed it. My knees and hips hurt like crazy from the last run. Besides, my daytime activities took a lot out of me today, and tomorrow looks to be even worse. Thank goodness for the weekend.
I’m taking my mentor Tom’s advice and skipping my short run on Friday. I can use the extra rest.
Tomorrow night, I’ll carb up, get to bed early, get up early, hydrate, eat a good breakfast and do my 20 miles.
It’s going to be tough.
It’s going to be hard.
I’ll be in a lot of pain.
Can’t wait. 
This just disgusts me. Why the media isn’t covering this story more is beyond me.
Here in CT, two cons on parole carried out a home invasion. They killed the wife and two daughters, then set the house on fire. The husband is still hospitalized, and is lucky to be alive.
Here was a family who were, by all accounts, upstanding people. Living their lives, minding their own business. Out of nowhere, these pathetic scumbags bust in and end it all. One life is ruined, three more are over.
They could have just robbed the place and left the family alive. A million choices these deuche bags could have made that would have left this family intact. Instead these two criminals chose to wreck an entire family.
All I can ask is why these two were out on the street instead of locked up.
But I’m sure Ward Churchill would say the family had it coming.
A link is below for those who want to read more.
Still trying to keep up with the short runs. At least I’m getting out there. Couldn’t keep up with my usual 10 minute mile. I was even slower today than yesterday. Of course, I did have a long red light to wait for
I knew it was going to be trouble the minute I got out of bed. Both my knees and hips still hurt from the day before. I’m still taking glucosamine and calcium supplements.
Tomorrow is a rest day, and Friday is another 5 miles.
Saturday is what I’m worried about: 20 miles. Friday night I’m going straight to bed and getting up at 5AM so I can get the whole run in while it’s still relatively cool.
Keep on keepin’ on!
Trying to get back into the short runs this week. It’s ain’t easy. Ate some cereal with banana before heading out. My hips hurt when I got out of bed this morning, and running didn’t help any. Couldn’t even keep up the 10 minute mile. I swear my hips hurt more when it’s been rainy like it was yesterday and early today.
Tomorrow is another day, and another 5 miles.
Gonna run through the pain!
After running out of steam yesterday, I decided to rest today. Perseverance is key. I’m keeping up with the glucosemine for the joints and calcium for the bones.
Today, I went for a long run. The schedule only called for 8 miles, but next Saturday calls for 20 miles. After dogging it the last several weeks and having an abysmal failure on my last short run, I decided to split the difference and try for 14 miles.
It didn’t happen.
Things probably went better than they otherwise would have had I not decided to eat before running. Whole grain cereal with banana. Wasn’t enough though. Starting a long run at 11AM in July wasn’t a good idea. It was just too hot. Went through all my 30 ounces of water before the end.
Then I just plain ran out of energy.
I managed 6 miles. For the next 4 miles it was walk 1/2 mile, then run 1 1/2 miles. Miles 12 - 13.7 I just had to walk. I was getting lightheaded and nauseous.
Still, the more you run, the more progress you make. Much better than staying home on the couch. That won’t get me anywhere. Still gotta keep at it.
Just heard that Tammy Faye Messner passed away yesterday of lung cancer. I just finished watching her last interview on Larry King two days before her death. I didn’t recognize her. My first thought was just simply “My God. I didn’t know a person could look that terrible”. She was, understandably, a visual wreck. Her weight was down to 65 pounds. Her voice little more than a rasp.
As the interview progressed, however, I noticed that her hair was done up, she had makeup on, as well as a necklace and a large ring. In other words, she still presented herself like she gave a damn. Though she could barely talk, she still cracked jokes, she still laughed. She still expressed affection for her new husband.
She was still fighting, less than 48 hours from the end. Not that she knew it. Tammy made it very clear that she didn’t have any predetermined expiration date. A great point for all of us. None of us know how much time we have. Some of us who are sick may have a great deal more time than we think. Some of us who are healthy and strong may have much less time than we think.
What impacted me most about Tammy’s last interview is her unshakeable faith in God, mentioning Jesus Christ by name (can they do that on CNN?). She stressed salvation by accepting Christ as one’s personal savior. Brave words.
It would be easy to dismiss Tammy Faye as just another disgraced televangelist who was in it for the money. The scandal. The mascara. The reality show. Just another punchline. It would be easy for Tammy to ditch “that whole God thing” after she left Jim Baker. However, Tammy’s reaffirmation of Jesus as her savior showed that she was no punchline.
There are many charlitains in every industry, and the ministry is no exception. In my book, if Tammy can still profess faith in God after the PTL scandal, the mistreatment at the hands of the media, and finally, a years long battle with cancer, then that faith is real in my book.
I suppose this is the part where the wiserthanhisyears blogger says something Hallmark like “Live every day as if it were your last”. Foolish, if you ask me. In my opinion if you live today like it was your last, it very well could be. If not, you may wish it was. So I’ll just say “Don’t waste the day”. Each day is a gift from God, but each day is a separate gift. Different gifts were meant for different ends. Some for work, some for play. Some for planning, some for doing.
Tomorrow I’m going to do some work, straighten up my new place, and have a meal with my family. I’m going to enjoy all of it.
