Thursday, August 23, 2012

JUST get over it!

This site had me cracking up!  Yet.  Read the comments by a few that think it is cruel to animals.

Please.  Get over yourself. 

Then. THEN.  I stumbled across this show.  Oh how I wish I didn't.  My life was better for not knowing this ever existed.

Dr. Drew or Dr. Phil or Judge Judy need to make a house call.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Another Angel

                                           JetRocket John June 10, 1999-August 12, 2012

It never gets easier. 

John came to us as a "special" case.  And special he was. He had a way of looking right into your soul. It was so hard to let him go. But we didn't have a choice.  His body gave out.  He is now at rest.

In is his younger years he was confident and the quiet alpha.  As he got older he got sweeter and more gentle.

With the pain still fresh, we will soon suffer another loss. Our girl, Sophie was diagnosed with bone cancer.  For now we are enjoying our time with her, but can't wrap our brains around that we will have to do this again in a few months.

It only gets harder.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

I've been running because fear is an awesome motivator! A few weeks ago I looked at the calendar and realized that the marathon I am running is only a few months away.  That scared the beejeezus out me! I haven't ran longer than 10 and that was WEEKS ago. It was time to get my ASS in gear.

You would think that the tri training would help.  Normally it would if a person was doing tri training. See a theme here?

Life has gotten in the way.  Doesn't it always.

Last weekend the plan was to run 15 miles.  The reality is that I ran 12 miles.  The humidity was horrendous. It took a toll.  So much so, that when we reached our secret (not really) water stop (cooler hidden in the bushes) we called to have Loren come pick us up.  The thought of running the 3 miles to get in the park was too much.  We refused to suffer any longer.

When I got back to the park, another friend had finished her run of 21 miles -- bitch -- and was sitting on the curb looking very upset.  It wasn't because she felt bad that she had crushed us once again in mileage and speed, but that she dropped her car key along the way.  Her purse was in the car with her cell phone.

Along the way, as I was focusing on my feet and not the hill we were running up and noticed a car key laying on the side of the road.  I'd even made a comment out loud about it to Shannon and Tommy.  Can you freaking believe that was her key!  Talk about being lucky!!!!

This morning was a scheduled 20 miler.  I was feeling pretty good until mile 13. By mile 15 all I wanted to do was cry.  Told Shannon I didn't have it in me and we got in 18. 

It has got to get better.  If it doesn't then I am screwed.