It’s off to Ireland for a Catholic pilgrimage of sacred sites. More to follow in the coming days.
There’s a quote associated with Ram Dass; ”We are all just walking each other home.” But it misses an important point; until we all get home, we are alone, even amongst a crowd. It is when we are home that we are no longer alone.
So, here’s the question – where is home for you?
Home is not a house. It is not a place. It is a who. And my home is in Green Bay.
I miss her so very, very much.
Oh, don’t mind me. I didn’t get much sleep, so I’m emotional.
But I miss her so very, very much.
Again, don’t mind me.
Still, I miss her so very, very much.
Tina Rife, I love you.
If your significant other does not warn you about the evils of wearing black socks with shorts, they don’t love you.
I know. It’s been a while since I’ve typed away on this blog. Not sure what I want to write. I guess I can start by saying the holiday was fun. Tina and I took the whole week off. That allowed us time to drive to Green Bay, stay with her mother, and then on the 4th head to their family reunion. From there we headed home.
That ride home was interesting. At one point the rain was coming down so hard the road was hard to see. I ended up pulling over until it lightened up enough to at least see the lines on the road. Other than that it was a good trip.
I even managed to get a few runs in while at Green Bay. Nothing spectacular, having a tired body makes for a rather difficult pace. Still, I felt good about them.
However, it’s been 3 days since my last run. Time for me to hit the trail. You all have a great day.
Another run under my belt. This one even better than yesterday’s. Yesterday’s pace was 11.21 minutes per mile. Today’s was 10.52. Almost a 30 second improvement. Not bad. I am content.
Oh, and Tina is still sleeping as I type this, so I was not able to offer my usual sweaty hug. And that’s okay, because there’s only so much rejection I can take.
So, after taking two weeks off from running I finally motivated myself to step once again onto the treadmill. I did not achieve any fantastic pace. Yet, it was respectable considering the 14 day break. 2.65 miles in 30.04 minutes. I’m okay with that.
Of course, after 30 minutes of running I generated quiet the saturation of sweat on my tea-shirt. And, as always, I requested a hug from Tina. It’s a little act we’ve developed over the years. I request a hug, she adamantly refuses. It’s understandable considering my tea-shirt is dripping sweat like a torrential rain storm.
Today I added a new twist, chasing after her with my arms out as she walked away. She made a comment about being chased by a sweat zombie. So, I started moaning “huuuggggg!” repeatedly as I shuffled after her through the house. You’ll be relieved to hear she managed to escape to the basement to do laundry. Zombies don’t do stairs well.
Checked the weather – no rain in the forecast. I’ve had a cup of coffee, so I am awake. I’ve read my horoscopes and they have indicated no danger so it’s safe to step outside. Yup, going for a run. You all behave while I’m out there pounding the pavement and dirt.
After the run I am slated to make breakfast for Tine. Yes, yes. I know. I’m spoiling her. It’s the only way I can ensure that she spoils me in return. It’s mutual spoilage.
Okay, that didn’t sound right. But trust me, our relationship works.
I was given my marching orders in no uncertain terms. Tina is going to come home from work and clean house. That means I must not be around and under foot. So, I am going to go for a run soon, shower, and then get out of Dodge for the day. Not sure where I am going to go, but since Tina hates me being around when she cleans, I am going to have to figure something out.
Well, maybe not so much. I planned on sleeping in. And, for the record, slept through what Tina described as one hell of a thunderstorm. Still, I was up by 7:30 AM. Granted, not early by even my standards, but earlier than I had planned to rise. Which turned out to be a good thing. See, we were out of coffee.
Yes, I know. We should be ashamed of ourselves for allowing such a development. We won’t, obviously. But we should. Now, do you mind? I’m trying to tell a story here.
Anyway, I had to make a run to Target. They have a store brand called “Archer Farms.” The coffee this brand sells is organic and free trade. Also, it’s excellent. I know this because I’m sipping it as I type this. Finally, it’s cheap. And this morning on sale for $4.99 per 10 ounce bag of grounds.
Well, the store opens at 8:00, which I didn’t really know until I got there. Honestly, I had thought they opened up at 7:00 AM. But, not the case. So, luck was with me. Actually, luck seems to be playing a large part of this morning, from my waking up, to arriving at Target at 7:58 AM, to finding the coffee on sale. And all this while there was a break in the storms. Hell, there was even sunshine.
I know, I’m surprised myself. I just might go buy myself some lottery tickets.