Today is Thursday! Or SHIT day as my husband has been known to call it (Sure Happy It’s Thursday!). That means it’s time to link up with Amanda for Thinking Out Loud.
I’m going random for today’s post (unlike last week when I was out to improve the blogosphere’s grammar). So, in no particular order, here some random thoughts and musings on this SHIT day.
I took my first run in a week this morning. After backing out of the SLO Marathon because of back pain I decided to take some time off to make sure that I gave myself time to heal. While my back is not perfect yet, it felt fine on the run. Of course, I only ran three miles, so we’ll see how it goes. I think I need to spend some quality time with my foam roller tonight.
That brings up the question of what is next in my running life. Well, aside from the Honolulu Marathon, not much for right now. I’m going to get together with neighbor and running partner Christina to see if we can find a half marathon. It would be her first, which is always fun, and my millionth (or something like that).
Another S.H.I.T. Story
Another story my husband tells about shit (yeah, he’s full of it..ha!), is that the term SHIT came from back in the 16th and 17th century when large quantities of manure would be shipped because that was the fertilizer of the time. After losing a couple ships because the build up of methane gas would cause explosions, these bundles were marked S.H.I.T. to mean Ship High In Transport. Sadly, Snopes doesn’t agree, but it is a great story, isn’t it?
On Dogs Getting Older
Penny, my Dalmatian turned 14 on Tuesday. While she’s in pretty good shape for her age, she doesn’t really run too much anymore, which makes me sad. She was my number one running partner for years. I rarely went on a run without her, and she still looks sad when I go out the door alone. Anthropomorphism maybe, but you should see the look in her eyes. And she still follows me around the house to make sure that I don’t sneak away for a run.
Grandchildren are exhausting! Samuel, at two and a half is active, curious, and smart, all wonderful traits. As I found when the family visited on Sunday, those same traits lead him to explore, dump the dog’s water into other containers, attempt to ride the dogs, and just generally stay in constant motion. Yep, there’s a reason we usually have them when we’re young. I think we need to keep a few special toys on hand for his visits. Another thing that Alan says, referring to children (and dogs), “one’s fun, two’s business.” That is so true, so wishing my son and daughter-in-law all the best when my granddaughter Emma Marie is born in September.
Bye Bye Snowbirds!
As May approaches, we are wrapping up our busy season here in the desert. While those of us who work hard all season long appreciate a little break (and less traffic), it also means less income for personal trainers like me, as well as hotter weather (supposed to hit 100 today!). The lower income is always a little scary, especially after spending a large part of last summer unemployed.
The Worst Driver in California
If you’ll recall, I was in a car accident a year ago (when my beloved Running Girl/CRV was totaled). Because I was the third car in a three car collision it was determined that I was partially at fault even though the lady in front of me basically admitted that she was texting while driving. Not to go off on a
rant tangent, but that will eternally bother me because I truly feel that if she had not crashed into the car in front of her, thereby stopping shorter than could be expected, I would never have hit her. Anyway, I also get a ticket last year, my first one in about 15 years, for “running a red light,” which was actually rolling through the light just as the right turn arrow changed from yellow to red. Yes, it was still illegal, but it wasn’t like I was flooring it trying to make the green light.
Anyway, a couple months ago I got a letter from the dear California DMV telling me that because of these two things I was considered one of the worst drivers in the state. Seriously, it said that. No options to make me a better driver, just basically calling me names. It kind of cracked me up because I am, the above to the contrary, a very good driver. Now when Alan and I are together in the car, if I remark about something stupid that another driver is doing (and boy, they to a lot stupider things than I ever could do!), he’ll say something like, “watch out! Don’t piss off the worst driver in California!” We laugh, but I’m still annoyed about the whole thing. One ticket in 15 years!
A Little Bit Country
Last weekend was Stagecoach, the third weekend in a row of music festivals here in the desert (the first two being the two weeks of the Coachella Music Festival). I’m not really a county music fan, so I don’t really notice it too much. Alan and I did go one night a few years ago, when someone gave us tickets and we got to see the Eagles and John Fogarty, but that’s my only experience. One thing that we notice each year. One is the “costume” of the festival. For the men it’s jeans, boots, and a cowboy hat. For the girls, especially the young ones, it’s Daisy Mae cut-off shorts, short halter top, cowboy boots and hat. Preferably covering as little as possible, something they probably regretted this year since it got pretty chilly Saturday night.
The other thing I saw were Confederate flags! A pretty rare sight in California, fortunately, but I guess a country music festival brings in all types.
There is a couple that Alan and I pass frequently when we’re driving towards home. An older couple, out for a walk, usually in the afternoon. Good for them right? Getter in their exercise, spending time together. No, wait. They never actually walk together. Rather, one of them is always about 50 feet in front of the other. Always. I’ve never seen them walking side by side. Weird, yes, but whatever floats your boat!
So what random thing is on your mind today?