Just so we're clear....
The plastic is STILL on the heads of the golf clubs.
Everything important about life, I learned while running. Or while I complained about running or avoided running or whined about not having run enough. Breathing, seeing, sweating, aching, exhilarating, and general observations.
For the record, Cher needs to move to Boston as opposed to me moving to Columbus. Sheesh. And I can't believe she ate a whole pound of cherries and decided to do speedwork after. WHAT was she thinking? HAHAHAHAHA!!! Ahhh... lessons learned. Cherries are my most favoritest in the world. Which reminds me... ARG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have about 4 pounds of cherries in the fridge and I forgot to bring them to work. AGAIN!!! GAHHHHH!!!! One time I ate almost four pounds of cherries in a single sitting. Needless to say, I only indulge in one pound at a time now. At least I had the wherewithal to NOT attempt speedwork afterwards. I wasn't really running at the time but that's a small point. Ahem.
Today I got home from work and there it was. The delivery man came and left without a box of golf clubs and golf bag. I didn't exactly TEAR into the box since I knew what it was - the picture of a driver on the side of the box is plainly obvious. I haven't taken the plastic off of the clubs, yet. I kinda want to wait for Joseph to come home so he can help. Taking the plastic off is so... final. I put my one left handed gloves, my box of half dozen or so tees, and my two golf balls into one of the pockets. I am suddenly realizing that in addition to lessons and shoes, I might need some golf club covers, too. But alas, I am hearing rumors of a golfing adventure this weekend. :o|
Phew! Almost over. What a busy weekend. The Great Gathering of Dead Runners took place and today is the last day. Things have been going well. The Hotel was a huge win - some people even made reservations for next April's Boston Marathon! Each meal was different and had something in it for everyone. The weather was perfect and when it rained, it managed to miss the main events - except for the walk to the T, on the way back home from Big City.
The Big Weekend has arrived with the Great Gathering of Dead Runners to ensue. After all the planning and work, it's the culmination of mainly a Group of Five who have spent the past 6 months of their lives planning a conference together. It's funny that despite all of the warnings from other regional groups to "be careful or you will never be friends again" or "don't be surprised if you are abandoned and there are fights" and "everyone who plans a conference stops being active afterwards", this group of people who only knew each other peripherally have gotten to know each other better, and have grown to learn and like the idiosyncracies that make up the characters and personalities. I think all those who gave us rash warnings based on personal bad experiences, waiting for us to join their ranks of disillusionment, will be disappointed. This is a good group of people who have become better friends and hopefully richer for the experience.
I cannot imagine what it is like to know that in the next 60 seconds, my head will be severed from my body for all eternity. I cannot imagine what it would be like being that person's father, mother, wife, child. But mostly, I can't imagine knowing that in the next 60 seconds, I will no longer be alive. I cannot imagine knowing that my impending death is that close.
I have been SO DAMN BUSY!!! ARG! We have this runners conference coming up. This weekend. The Dead Runners Society World Conference XII in Boston. It changes venue every year - anyway... it's in Boston this year and I am on the planning committee. OMG! It's like planning a wedding - everything happens in the last damn week! I am totally EXHAUSTED! GAH!!!
So, I have been informed that my blogs are long. Sheesh. I have a lot of things to say! So there!!! BLEH!
Golf Note. I tried by hand at the driving range again yesterday.
Sundry Ramblings. OMG! Had to leave work early. Got an email from Joseph. Then I gave him a phone call. Workers upstairs. The roof. The cats. Lost. Missing. Can't find. ACK!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY ARE MISSING???? OMG!!!! I never packed up so quickly in my life! Got home. Joe couldn't find the cats. I walked up to the roof - there is a skylight door in the top unit that leads to the roofdeck. It sits on our roof. Well, given the nature of brownstones, the roofs all are connected because the buildings are all connected. And all the buildings have roof decks. Most of them do, anyway. I had to walk the length of the roof(s) calling for the kitty cats. GAH!!! Did I say that I DO NOT LIKE HEIGHTS? Our roof is FOUR STORIES UP. IN THE AIR!!! That is what they call a HEIGHT!!! ARG!!!! And some of the roof decks are like only TWO FEET from the edge. Beyond the edge, it is STRAIGHT DOWN! To the GROUND!!! GAH!!! No cats. Called and called, bent and peeked and crawled on all fours. NO CATS! Are they DEADS???
Life is filled with surprises, if one looks around.
I bought our tickets to Hell this morning.
Celebration Note. We don't want to close out the day without a note of celebration. We went to Hammersley's for dinner to celebrate my promotion. Hammersley's has special meaning for us. It was the place of our first real date, when we discovered to our surprise that we were in love and had much in common. So, we went back today, to share my important event - before we shared it with anyone else. So fitting.
So, managing all of my running shoes is getting to be hazardous. What a chore! I am retiring a pair of shoes because it just hit 250 miles. I am going to take that pair to the gym so it will be my lifting-weight-gym-shoes. The gym shoes are going to be at the office. The current office pair is going home with me to be my other alternate home shoes. I have another pair at home with about 150 miles on them. Phew! I had to make a chart to get this right!
Just follow the trail of pain.
Happy Pride, everyone! Met our friend MJ and her son Timmy at the corner to watch the Gay Pride Parade. What a hoot and too much fun. We saw and met a lot of our neighbors. Finally met MJ's cute cousin Dan who lives with Lou behind us on Chandler Street. I liked this parade much more than the one we went to Halloween Eve in NYC a few years ago. The two men and women who were instrumental in getting gay marriage passed were also in the parade. It was neat seeing them in person after having watched their images on television.
I have a dastardly cough.
Okay. I am trying this again! Grrrr....
It is a rainy muggy day in Boston.
Ronald Wilson Reagan. May he rest in peace.
Great Bat Guts! I can't believe one of my favorite bloggers cursed Smarty Jones! GAH! If she hadn't stooped to Unimaginate American status, I could be pissed off!
I am back. And nothing has changed at work. Figures.
Cicadas. Again. We got home tonight and turned on the TV to catch the end of The Memorial Tournament. O.M.G. The Cicadas! They were so loud on TV! They came through loud and clear. I remember seeing the microphone on the green when I was there and wondering how the Cicadas sounded on TV. I didn't think you could hear them too well. I was wrong wrong wrong!!! The commentators even talked about them, how loud they were, and how glad they were that they only came out every 17 years! In fact, the headers and trailers on TV had a cicada theme! LOL!
There is No Place Like Home!
So, we ran a little race this morning. The Powell 5k in Powell. Shelton, Harriet's brother, met us at the finish line and kept us company for a while. Joe won second overall and 1st in his age group. We met up with Theresa Van Dyne and Lisa Whipps. We got 1-2-3 in age group which was really neat. I got second after Theresa. I have great little silver medal for my efforts!
My favorite hole is Hole 17. There is quite literally arena seating around the green. From two thirds around the left side on, you can see the approach from the fairway. After an hour or two of walking around following Ben Curtis - local Dublin hometown favorite - we parked our butts on the hillside of Hole 17 and I even slept for an hour. The story is that it used to be only a little hilly but one year Jack Nicklaus was playing and the people in the house overlooking the green would not shut up, so Jack had the hill built. You can't see the house from the green and I bet the home owners were surprised to wake up one morning to find dirt movers right outside their back yard property line! As for Jack, it pays to own the golf course.
Vacation has been so relaxing! I love it in Dublin! I could live like this - a little running in the morning, golfing in the afternoon (watching, as I don't play), a good dinner and fall into bed exhausted at night. Wake up and do it all over again.
I have decided that I can't think of creative titles so I am going to try and blog without them. This is day one. How's it look?
Cicada Note. They are LOUD! Jeez. We were driving down the road to Cher's house yesterday and we noticed a ringing kinda noise. Did you ever have a money tree? The tree has dried leaves on it that are translucent white - they almost look like shells with really thin shells. Know what I mean? The sound the Cicada's make are like the sound of the money tree if you shake it. They either all sing out or they are quiet. They are quiet at night, thank goodness. The damn birds need to take a lesson from the Cicadas.