Sunday, May 31, 2015

Weekly Recap - 5/25 - 5/32 (or the week I walked more than I ran) - FINAL


 Hills x 10
 Back to the beach!
 Hills or the regular loop
 Volunteer / Run?


How is it possible May is nearly over?  Where did it go?

Monday - Dog walk.  Still feeling like crap.  Puttered around doing house chores and finishing up Sons of Anarchy.  I like the way it ended.   It was a pretty gruesome show, all in all.  There were touching moments from time to time.  I'm stunned how one woman's lies can create and bring down and empire.  That wasn't the whole story but what stuck with me through most of the series.   I'm also amazed at the brain power it takes to plot and plan and strategize the gang wars and take overs.  What if this was harnessed for good, not just getting a bigger part of the gun trade?  Then again ultimately all the bad guys, the bad guys of the moment, were off the street.  Facinating.

Gus is one of my favorite dogs to walk, he stays on task, doesn't take too long to relieve himself or sniff something interesting. For the most part he ignores other dogs and people, and will be guided away from them no sideways glances.  He got a nice long walk and Gizzy got his mile. 

Tuesday - Back to the hills.  10 x School Street, starting from the bottom of the hill and omitting the flat part.  I like that, way shorter recovery however I can really focus on the hill part. 

I messed up on the lap button on two sets, all in all I like what I'm seeing here:

Seems consistent and a valid effort is being put in for this 1/10 of a mile hill.  Perhaps I need to find a longer hill?  I'm not sure.  I think this is a solid effort and it has paid off.  Stairs on Friday seemed way easier!  I even ran one set with 8 lbs of bricks in a back pack.

If I can get rid of the cough plague thing I get in the spring Mt. Washington may be a little 'easier' this year.  2:25 was my time last year, pace of 18:57.  Think I'll shoot for 18:25 pace for a 2:20 climb up the rock pile.  I'm trained differently this year.  I won't be a month out from an ultra, however I have been diligent about hill work, which I did none in prep for Mt. Washington last year.

Dunno.  I will enjoy the run up the rock pile, I remember points of wanting to throw myself off it and I remember points of being in absolute awe of nature and the beauty of the Whites.  All part of the process.
My mindset about running and racing is shifting.  The Marine eMailed: "When are we doing a race together?  My 1st tri is the 6th. You still doing Mt. Washington Century?" I could only muster up "Definitely Mt. Washington, leave me in the dust and you'll pay sweetie, you'll pay.  Ummm can't we  go for a run? That would be way more enjoyable."  I never really had that competitive edge in me, I do this for fun, not to be able to be better than someone else.

I always love the  "women should lift each other up not put each other down" memes, hmmmm maybe that's all I'll say on that for now.

Wednesday - Meetings are over taking the block on my calendar to run.  I've got myself wrapped up in a couple very cool projects and well...   since Jennifer and I missed our Tuesday ride to the old sickie her she suggested 4 at the beach, with some walking.  I said how about 5 with an 11 pace.  So we were 11:30, feh whatever.  It was a nice run.  I had all these memories about one of our foster dogs come flooding back.  I was happy to babble on about these crazy dogs.  Jennifer kept saying sorry and just go.  I refused.  I had a captive audience for my babbling, she wasn't getting off that easy! 

Lola, the neurotic aggressive lunatic, boy did she have a sad history and she was only 6 months old when we got her.  

I used to get up at 5 and walk her from the town beach to the breechway (3 miles round trip) every morning.  It was the only time there were very few people around and rarely another dog.  She was a lunatic who could barely deal with the wind let alone a person or heaven forbid another dog.  She would be terrified and then want to rip it's throat out.  After a few months she did mellow and could be around other dogs with out going ballistic.  I can't even imagine the abuse she suffered at the hands of her first 'owners'.   We had her for 6 months an in that time she and Gizmo bonded, that took a few weeks, they bonded when Gizmo started barking at the water meter reader and Lola thought this would be fun so she joined in and they were friends from that point forward.   I doubt Gizmo really enjoyed this friendship, he always gave her a sideways glance.  Her favorite place to sleep was on top of Gizmo.  He would curl up in a wing back chair and snooze and she would climb on top of him and curl up and snooze.  I can't find any of the pictures, it was hysterical!  Well for us, not so much for Gizzy.  She was successfully introduced to another dog, Diesel, Dave snuck her in the house, and when he appeared from the basement she was a bit confused but since he didn't come through the front door he must have always been here?  She and Diesel bonded barking at the UPS man plus Diesel was always up to play rough and she liked that, of course she did.  

I hadn't thought about Lola for a while.  Crazy girl.  She went to a single dog home in Riverside RI.   Sometimes we wonder mostly we wish them the best!

These aren't the best but all I could find.  I thought I had some really nice ones of her... hmmm

She was very tough looking
She was also very innocent looking

Thursday - "Run - maybe hills maybe not"

Yeah, maybe not.  This week kicks of a massive corporate wide project aka "big hairy audacious goal (BHAG)" for me and falling smack dab in the middle of it is divisional meeting aka "kind of a big deal meeting".   I needed at least a half an hour to clear my head and focus.  Down to the beach and back and felt better for it and was able to get myself set up nicely for the BHAG kicking off next week and able top rehersal for "kind of a big deal meeting" oh yeah and the JP Morgan Corporate Challenge.

I walked the dogs more miles than I ran today.  It was fun, OK, no it wasn't Jax gets a C- and I am grading easy, on his walk.  Between wanting to chase cars (for those that don't know we ended up with him after he got by his first "owners" truck - apparently he never learned his lesson) and more concerned with what was going on around him, perhaps that is a dog to bark at?  do they have cookies?  why can't I eat asphalt? what was that? it wasn't the most fun two mile walk.  Gizzy and I explored a few new streets and tackled one of the big hills in the neighborhood.  He is quite sacked out in his bed.  Yeah, we probably over did it.

Friday - "Bike - Coventry / W. Greenwich"

Jennifer couldn't bike so I debated, ride to the beach and run the beach or try that Old Saybrook loop.  I made the wrong choice.  Foolish foolish foolish, going to Old Saybrook, a nice shore town on a Friday afternoon in the beginning of tourist season.   At least in my little beach community, I'm closer to home and used to the insanity.  This was nuts and down right scary at times.  I aborted the loop.  Seems to be happening a lot lately, quitting.  But really is it quitting?  Or is it some sort of screwed up girl logic?  In any event, not wanting to take my life in my hands with the early season tourists on some beautiful country roads up the Connecticut River after having dealt with the more upscale ones along the Long Island Sound, I packed it up and went home.  I'll go on an early morning.  Beautiful views, even it if it just the sound and not the real ocean!

The route would have taken me up the CT river, just past the state park.  Another time....

Gus was up for the first walk and he enjoyed it, so pleasant.  Gizmo, well my mother wanted me to have a child as obstinate and stubborn as I was/am.  There are things I did as an infant she seems to not want to forgive me for.  I was an infant, how was I to know she spent all that time knitting the sweaters I refused to let her put on and then once she wrestled them on me I screamed bloody murder?  

Gizmo is my stubborn one.  He has this thing about crossing the street, it isn't a real walk unless he gets to cross the street?  Dunno...    Then we have to deal with the fact he has to take a break and sit down.  These are very forced when everything just sort of gives up.  We wait, I right him, trying not to pinch any delicate parts or having him slam his head into my eye socket.  For the record, any black eyes really are because the dogs head butt me, not because Dave clobbers me.  Fortunately they only last a few days and look more like I smeared eye make up (me make up, ha!).  We got through the walk with one pretty stinging headbutt, and a few snips as his delicates and tenders got pinched. SORRY!!!

Saturday - "Bike - Alternatives Inc fundraiser - 30 miles, Blackstone Valley"

It was a great morning for a ride.  The roads were half good and half choppy.  All the climbs but the bitch of a last one had mostly perfect roads for hunkering down and flying and reaping the rewards of what felt like an endless slow pedal to the top.  Dave, well he flew up them.  Mind you he is a biker and has about 1,000 more miles on me this year and we won't even talk about elevation gain.  His passion is trail riding, not road riding. If I get him out once a month with me, I'm lucky....  

We had a nice time, all in all.   It was a decent tour of the Blackstone Valley in MA.

See that last climb and the down hill?  I didn't trust the road enough to just fly, it would have been amazingly fast.
Oh well... Hillier than I thought it would be.
The pollen is so heavy I was coated in yellow. Lots accumulated in the crooks of my arms, kinda gross.  I can't remember the pollen being so heavy.   Feels like an elephant sitting on my chest they are so full of crap.

We got home and I crashed for a two hour nap!  Dog walks on tap for the evening.

Sunday - "Volunteer at the Mystic 1/2 marathon, fingers crossed no rain..."

No rain!  I love to volunteer!  So fun seeing everyone out there!  The course is deceptively hilly (my first reason for not running) and the temps were 70F and about 80+% humidity.  Many people looked so miserable.  Kudos for them out there getting it done.  I flagged at a corner then found a nice spot to cheer.  I love to run, not so sure about this racing thing.

Took a nice bike ride to the beach to get a Del's Lemonade and enjoy the ride to and from beach before it is mobbed with tourists.

Nice and Flat!
Jax got a walk, and we got home just as the rain started.  We need the rain desperately.  Giz is considering forgiving me for no walk, not sure when I'll get the judgement.

Beth, reminiscing

Published: 5/28/15 - updated later in the day with Thursdays entry
Updated: 5/29/15 - feeling rather chatty
Final: 5/31/15

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Weekly Recap - 5/18 - 5/24 (final)

Hills / Yoga
5 with Faith
Bike / Stairs
Volunteer / Bike


Monday - 

Well that was surprising I wasn't miserable for this run, figured the bike "ride" sufferfest on Sunday would cause a rebellion of sorts.  Nope.  Huh... 

It was a beautiful day for a run.  Lots of people out and about, made it interesting.  Hi Mikey B and Bob.  Thanks for calling me fat Mikey, always appreciated.  HA HA HA

I love it when dogs are co-pilots.  There was an SUV with a boxer  in the front seat he looked like he was hanging there with his elbow hanging out of the window watching the world go by.  So funny and so very boxer.

TRX was good.
Tuesday - 

Hills in the rain.  Dave texted with "Hills today? I'll be out there unless it's pouring rain"  Ro texted with "So it is currently pouring out and not sure I am up for running in pouring rain…that said, if it slows down to a drizzle, I could be convinced to run outside"    I wasn't letting either of them off the hook! 

I checked just before go time and it looked misty and warm.  Picked Ro up at her house and Dave met us after we finished the first of 10 hills.  Wanting to take advantage of the hill part and not the little flat lead up.  We started at the bottom of the hill.  Gave us a bit less recovery time so I think that was good.  10 repeats.  Ro said she was in for maybe 6 or 7.  Dave was definitely sticking with the 9.  He has been busy getting the house prepped for his daughters wedding in early June so was full of aches and pains to grumble about.  Steve is in Guam running in the heat in and humidity at 4:30 a.m. and letting us know all about how miserable it is in paradise.  Actually sounds pretty miserable, I hate the heat and then add in humidity, ugh.

We will keep this up till Mt. Washington and almost have Dave talked into joining for 2016!  If Steve beats his time I'm sure he will want to claim is record.  A little friendly competition is a good thing.

Jennifer and I took a walk and then went to Yoga.  I was amazed I only toppled over once ok twice during class, between Sunday and TRX and hills I was a little beat.  Yoga centers and relaxes me, even when I'm toppling over!  Balance is strength and I did recover after trying my level best not to have a giggle fest and disturb the whole class!

Wednesday - 

5 with Faith.  My usual 8 a.m .meeting was cancelled and replaced by a 9 -10:30 so that helped I slept nearly a full 7 hours!  Because the temps are dipping into the 40s the window is shut and no one can hear that damn rooster.  The landlord says she will take care of it... Yeah...  

Thursday - "Rest"

And that's what happened!  Plus a fully restful night sleep!!  Took Jax for a long walk and Giz for his mile.   Major discussions around Giz on the Tramadol or off of it.  I gave him one with dinner, Dave suggested they are making him lethargic.  Guess we will abstain for a while and see.  I think two a day are too many...  He is tough to figure out if he is in pain or not.  Diesel was easy, he whined and looked miserable.  Sage was like Giz, hard to tell, however once we started her on Rymadil she definitely responded and was more active.  

Friday - "Bike ride with Jennifer (Glen Rock) then stairs with Jennifer and Jen.  Should be a full afternoon / evening."

And that's what happened!  Two days in a row I've followed the plan while Mercury is in retrograde, huh...  

Jennifer wanted to conquer that first hill on Mail Road, and damn did she!  Even got a cheer from a rather cute guy in a truck as she took the hill!  He scared the crap out of her, of course.   Love to see someone succeed when they want to. The yellow highlight is the hill, you make a left off of a busy road, so there is a lot going on all at the same time.  Its a steepish climb.  All in all A nice route I enjoy riding very much.  Super peaceful and mild hills.

Jennifer doesn't ride with clips, yet.  We were talking about the pros and the cons.  One of the cons is getting stuck in the clips.  I find the mountain bike clips are WAY easier to get out of than the road clips.  My road clips are on the lightest setting and I have to really think about un-clipping my right foot.  My left is coming much more naturally after abut 250 miles of riding with the road pedals.  I like to un-clip my left, I dunno why, the right would make so much more sense to rest on curbs and what not.  SO we are at a traffic light, and I un-clip the left and lean a bit to meet the ground except I feel myself going right and fight the clip and BOOM!  I'm down.  Scraped up my knee a wee bit and my right elbow.  Nothing to write home about.  Dave really had to inspect my knee to find the scrape.  Mostly it was embarrassing, lying there on the pavement trying to get out of my bike!  Jennifer tells the story much better.  There wasn't much else to do but get over to the side of the road and laugh.

We had a nice super easy bike ride (other than the clip stomp -  I swear I thought that was what it was called when you got trapped in your clip - Buller, anyone?) and met up with Jen right on time for stairs / planks / push ups.

10 sets of stairs, 2 with 8 lbs of bricks, planks and push-ups for the 'rest' period.  Great workout!  Definitely I can feel the hill work from the past few weeks has made a difference. 

Compliments of Jennifer - apparently I look fierce or something....

Saturday - "Volunteering at the Delaney Dash in Old Saybrook.  I'm planning on bringing my bike and exploring some of the routes I found out there."

I did pre-registration check in.  Interesting and fun.  It is a little stressful with mumblers or when the on-line registration didn't work.  Dunno about you but I always try and clearly say and spell my last name when picking up a bib.  There is so much commotion and I want to make sure I get the right bib, it's happened where I haven't and well that sucks for me the person with the wrong bib and the person handing out bibs.

Walked the pups, Gizzy is full off any meds and full of piss and vinegar.  Good on ya old boy!!  Gus got a walk because, well he is so easy to walk.  

It was cold and I woke up with a scratchy throat.  I had left my bike in the car because I figured this scratchy throat was a pollen thing, it is so thick I have to wipe it off with my windshield wipers!!  Um, no....  I went home and curled up on the couch to find that Sons of Anarchy season 7 was free on Amazon Prime.  Whoop!  I debated cancelling on the girls for a girls night out.  I probably should have I was a bit of a bump on a log feeling worse and worse as the night progressed.  Sorry gals.

Sunday - "Run, perhaps long, perhaps not."

Perhaps not.  SOA and napping with the pups on the couch.  Still not completely convinced this is a cold.  You can't swallow or breath, idiot, you aren't healthy.  I'm also wickedly paranoid of anything getting into my chest and while it probably could have been ok to run or bike, knowing my sometimes pretty shitty immune system, better to be safe than sorry.  

Couple dog walks, Gizzy was being so stubborn and I didn't have it in my to fight him.  We made 1.5 miles.  He had a few stumbles all in all quite happy to just go slow and take breaks as needed.    Gus went out again, Jax got to go to the field out in Exeter, RI and run around like a nut case after RC planes.  

Dave thanked me for getting sick just in time to give it to him before his bike race in NJ in a  couple weeks.  I'm surely in the running for wife of the year 2015.  I'm a giver, what can I say.  

Beth, thinking this will be a high mileage running week and a low mileage biking week, there has to be a way to balance all of this.

HA!  Best laid plans of man and men.  

Updated 5/21
Updated 5/22 
Final 5/25

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Weekly Recap: 5/11 - 5/ 17 (final)

Drive Back from MI

Gus and Giz
Lung Force Walk Boston MA
Bike to work
Narragansett run
3.0 45
Tour de Lyme


Monday - Drive back from MI to RI, Gizzy got a walk when I got home, of course.  I missed him and he missed me.  Ok I missed everyone. 

Tuesday - I work from home the day after I get back.  It is easier on me physically and mentally.  I can crawl out of bed and log on and figure out how to regain some control over my inbox.  

I took a run at noon.  Oh my was it hot.  I figured I'd run by the hospital, in the event I needed to collapse?  Approaching the intersection by the hospital I hear this horn beeping rather persistently I really intend on ignoring it and then I hear my name. Oh, Hi, it's Mikey B, heading home? I didn't ask.  I barely recognized him without all that crap on his face. HA!!  He finally is back to running his preferred pace, much faster than mine.  I expected to see his run and ride he claimed he did over the weekend on Strava, no dice, must not have been fast enough to post?

Good to see him and hear he is back to himself.  I'm sure his wife and kids are elated to not have the grumpy version of Mikey moping around the house!

I made 4 miles, that was it, I was cooked and done.  Nice cold shower before a 2 hour conference call .  Mid way through the call, I admitted that I wasn't paying attention to and what were my action items...  raw honesty, it is a good thing, right?

Jennifer texted wondering if I was going to be up for a bike ride.  I was.  She was a little iffy, having the same ass pain Mikey and Ro were and are having...  Hurts running on the inclines and after 20+ miles during Cape Cod Ragnar over 30 hours I was totally going to give her an out if she wasn't up for the Stedman's Women's Ride.  She wanted to make sure the newly minted, year older, me was able to ride.  Ha, thanks kiddo!!  Coupla' head cases, right?

We opted for the intermediate ride, saying, drop us, no worries.  The gals waited once and we said, "Seriously you can drop us."  Jennifer chimed in with "I just finished the Cape Cod Ragnar, I need the ride, I can't keep up the pace" they all took off, pshew.  Seriously we were so ok with being dropped and really needed the committed ride to make sure we got our lazy and sore asses out there in the saddle!!

We caught up another time and the gals assured us they weren't waiting.  OK!  GOOD!

My Garmin died with a mile or so left before the end.  I had no clue where we were.  Jennifer knew and BOOM before we knew it we were back at Stedman's!  I am so geographically challenged once you get me out of the land of the great grid it isn't even funny!

We followed up the slow 26 miles with a trip to Mews for steak and cheese pizza and booze!  My cousin continually reminds me that alcohol has no re-hydration properties.  Yes, Dear.  

We both needed our Tuesday night, the ride and the trip to Mews.  Both are therapy, big time therapy.

I do have to add when I got in that saddle on the bike and took two pedals I was in heaven, I have so missed biking.  Exactly what I needed!  Well that and beer... but hey....

Wednesday - Back into the office, ugh.  8 a.m. meeting, double ugh.  At 5 a.m. there is a rooster crowing?  WTF?  We live in town, these silly, foul/fowl people who think they need to get back to nature and have chickens in town are insane, IMHO!  I live in what is considered a small town, where I grew up this would be the city, but hey, whatever, it is a small town.  I grew up with chickens (and ducks, geese, and turkeys - fortunately my parents gave up on the rabbits once I made the connection between Easter Dinner and my "pets")  I nearly poked Dave in the back to say "Do you hear this nonsense?"  I decided since he was actually sleeping I should let him sleep and my first night back would be a REALLY bad time to do something which may result in an unhappy husband.  

My mother has been keeping me abreast of the neighboring town's fight to have chickens in town, link.  People wanting to move from the big city of Ann Arbor where they could have chickens to 'the country' where it should be OK to have chickens in town.  Ummmm the goal was to finally get away from the demands of farm life and move into town...  Anyhoodles, do I call Town Hall to find out about chickens being allowed "in town" or bend the ear of  Mrs. Kravitz? 

People, this is what the farmer's market is for, IMHO.  Go there, buy your fresh eggs and seriously, chickens are disgusting, leave them out in the country where they happily can scratch and peck at the ground and can roam free!  Completely understand the push towards urban agriculture and people knowing their food comes from plants and animals not the grocery store!  Guess I'm a not in MY backyard person on this one and really what bugs me is the rooster, not the hens....

Got out for a nice cool breezy run, I love when the sky is a Simpson's sky!  Made 5 miles and that was enough to call it good. My legs were a bit tired from the bike ride, nothing like they are the day after hills and a bike ride.

Thursday - off to Boston for the Lung Force Walk.  After a third time of trying to get to one of Julia's lung cancer events in Boston, I made it!!   Managed to not have horrible traffic or a hard time parking.  This is a walk sponsored by the American Lung Association, they have slowling been getting invovled in lung cancer advocacy, their campaign is LUNGFORCE.  A bit more about it here

There were several booths set up to learn a bit about lungs, and ask questions on lung disease, not as much on lung cancer as I would have liked, HOWEVER, this is a slow process to get the message out that lung cancer is the number one cancer killer of women, and yes, smoking is a risk factor, and it is bad, however most of these newly diagnosed women have never smoked, some smoked and quit decades ago. 

Team Kristine - Honoring Julia's Mother

I met up with Karen and her sister Linda, I met them with my first Team Lung Love event in Providence, my very first 1/2 marathon I was not at all trained for, but did it anyhow and learned a very valuable lesson!  Karen is a doctor, a non-smoker, and a lung cancer survivor, and a grandmother!  She and her sister and I did laps around the park before the walk (which was larger laps around Boston Common) because it was boring standing still.   They were in from Philly for Karen's yearly CT Scan, she schedules them a year in advance, so it was so amazing all this came together on the same day!  Very fun to catch up with them.  She had her meeting with her oncologist on Friday a.m. and then they go back to Philly. 

Team Kristine

Friday - "If I have my collective shit together I will bike into work.  Time to face the Mystic Hills."  Well I barely got my collective shit together to get out of the house.  I am so reliant on all the things I have squirrled away in my purse or gym bag it was tough to think through what I would need for the day and put that in my back pack.  Fortunately I was able to find someone to loan me an iPhone charger, no dice on a Garmin charger or a FitBit charger, everything seems to be on its last legs of power on Friday.  My big thing was to remember clothes and shoes and something to ride home in.  Done!  

I think I've been putting off riding in because of the Mystic hills.  They really aren't that bad, whining about 800 feet of elevation gain is really silly...  especially considering Tour de Lyme is coming up on Sunday and that has 3K in elevation gain or some such nonsense over 57 miles.  It was a good prep for Sunday.  And I did have to tackle Fort Hill on my way home.  I got up over 30MPH coming down that sucker and tapping on my breaks, so yeah... suck it up buttercup!

The ride home was nice, Fort Hill kicked my ass.  It is all the baseline, improvement will be quick!  Plus I REALLY need to dig out the inhaler, it feels like a dog sitting on my chest when I breathe!

Guess I'm a bit ahead of last year?

Saturday - "6 easy miles in Narragansett"  Well that didn't happen.  Family issues abounded with my running partners and well, I decided I'd run later, which means I'm not running at all.  It ended up being a "girl day" massage, pedicure, primping, and shopping, and the some "housewife stuff"  grocery shopping and cleaning.  All in all a good day and while I feel guilty for not running, I don't feel that guilty or I'd of run, right?  

I've been having this internal battle with running, part of me is all "you aren't any good at it"  part of me is all "seriously?  it's right foot left foot right foot left foot, how can you not be good at that?"  part of me is all "let's drink beer", part of me is all "shut up, just shut up".  Guess it's been a while since this internal debate happened.  And it continues the schizophrenia of running.

Sunday - "57 or 26 miles of the Tour de Lyme, maybe with Jennifer maybe not."  

45 miles of the Tour de Lyme.  I lost 10 miles and 1 hill and I'm fine with that.  My ass was not ready for that many miles in the saddle. When I tried making up my own route I realized I was a little lost.  Hard to believe, right?  Me, lost.   I stopped when I saw another biker talking to two other bikers.  The two others ride these roads weekly and saw the marks on the road. We got ourselves all pointed in the right direction and eventually I got back to the start, only shorting myself 1 hill and 10 miles.


I only missed a little section of gradual climbs...  

Ran into Bob Buckingham at the start.  He was riding with his group, and wasn't sure how he was feeling about all this.  They lost me on the first real hill about mile 16.  We caught up when I omitted a loop and enjoyed jibber jabbering on the Devil's Hopyard downhill.  And at the end caught up again.  He found my reasons for my 7 Sisters DNF weak at best, and wanted to know the rest of the story.  He still thinks I should have sucked it up and went back, but does agree that nearly 500 runners is WAY to much for that course and was happy to know that I was productive with my time on the range and picked up other people's trash despite being lazy.  Ha!  Thanks Bob!  I actually needed to hear that.  At least he softened the blow with beer and a charming smile!

Gizzy and Jax got walks, Gus is now in the midst of depression and has taken to his fainting couch.  I can't do three dogs walks, it isn't in the cards....

Beth, so happy to be back on the bike, she may not break 20 running miles but 100 biking miles is possible!