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Random Running Snippets, Few Apertures

Gotta love all that bling! (Not sure if there was a medal in 2003)

Gotta love all that bling! (Not sure if there was a medal in 2003)

Some random thoughts about last Sunday’s Chevron Houston Marathon and Aramco Houston Half Marathon while my quads gently scream (with apologies to the late George Harrison):

My dear close friends and family, who are almost all nonrunners, marvel at my half-marathon “achievements” (some don’t even know the difference between the half and the full marathon). They make it seem like I’ve climbed Mt. Everest! Being more of a slogger than even a jogger, it’s kind of embarrassing; it probably makes my running pals, all of whom are much faster than me, roll their eyes when they read their lovely Facebook comments.

While I do appreciate the adulation, here’s the total truth: Unless you have physical limitations, anyone can finish these events (heck, several blind runners led by dedicated guides completed the marathon). It’s a simple process: Train for the distance for four to six months. Then on race day put one foot in front of the other. Repeat until you at least cross the finish line. Bam! They put a medal on you! Bask in the glow while your body pleads for mercy for several days.

Finishing a half or full marathon is an awesome accomplishment. I recommend crossing it off your bucket list next January in Houston!

Back Off!

I thought about my former college roommate Jan during Sunday’s event. Given her nursing background, it was no surprise that she had posted on Facebook hints for avoiding the flu. One biggie? No hand contact. So what did runners see along the route? Lots of spectators wanting to give us high fives. Ugh! I’ve had the flu shot, but that doesn’t mean you still can’t get sick from someone else’s germs . . . no matter how well-intended the gesture is.

Around mile 10, a guy held a sign that read “High Five 4 Power.” I gave him a virtual high five . . . and stayed very far away. Love our wonderful supporters’ spirit and enthusiasm. Just not their potential viruses.

Don’t Mess With the Course

I hate to say it, but some runners are selfish slobs. Too many of them drop their excess wearables, especially trash bags that were worn for protection against the rain, on the ground as they’re running without any concern for those behind them who could easily trip over these discards, hurting or ending their own race. I figured it was just the guys who were guilty (having lived with three males who forget that hangars do exist all these years) until I watched a gal toss her sheddable jacket behind her as we neared the finish.

How hard is it to run to the side of the road and put bags, gloves, hats, and jackets there? Or drape them on a cone? Please take the time to keep your fellow runners safer!

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Still Fundraising

Thinking about who you’re running for is a great distraction during these long-distance races. In the latter stages of the half marathon, from mile nine on, I tried to concentrate more on my family members who have battled heart- and stroke-related problems than on how cold, wet, and miserable I felt. It actually helped!

You still can donate to my Run for a Reason cause, by the way. Just click on this link: The American Heart Association. Thanks for making a difference!

Random Snippets and Apertures

My younger son warms up before a practice round at Tom Bass Park. (Nikon S6200)

Random photos . . . random thoughts.

I’m missing the kid this week. He’s in Charlotte, North Carolina, competing in the Amateur Disc Golf World Championships. The Mister, who I’m sure hasn’t dared to wear his embarrassing paint-stained Land’s End Super-T (with pocket) again, is in charge of driving our younger son to the courses, massaging his sore right shoulder, and boosting his ego.

It’s a dirty job . . . wish I was there helping out.

Perhaps preparing for the Olympics? (iPhone 4S)

I watched this kayaker smoothly navigating the lake in our neighboring master-planned community during a recent wog. Made my chronically sore shoulders hurt just snapping the pic.

Palms all in a row. (Nikon S6200)

I was intrigued by this line of palm trees in the median outside our local mall. Kind of looks like one tree with lots and lots of fronds.

Nature at its best. (Nikon S6200)

I think Texas corners the market on beautiful sunsets.

The cup runs alone. (Nikon S6200)

I felt sorry for this poor, pitiful, lonely, sloooooow cup. I took this photo at the Sugar Land Skeeters’ baseball game during a between-inning “race” pitting a pepper, a taco, and this sad-sack cup (gotta love minor league games with their corny activities). The cup took a loooooong time before finally reaching the third-base dugout (from the warning track).

Could Usain Bolt win dressed as the cup?

It made me wonder whether even Usain Bolt, Jamaica’s world-record sprinter, could run speedily enough in the cup costume to finally beat the dastardly pepper and taco.

Probably only Bolt could make the cup truly fast food!

Random Snippets

Dandy indeed!

Wednesday was my 700th blog post! Wow!! I’ve posted every Monday through Friday since January 5, 2009. Thanks to those of you who’ve been faithfully reading my ramblings.

I’d feel more like celebrating if . . . my lower back wasn’t hurting me so much. Looks like the new running shoes have not been the solution, unfortunately. I take it back, Mister!

Sitting even for short periods of time causes pain, so I’m making this, my 702nd post, a short one. I’m hoping a weekend of stretching, avoiding my office chair (which never has bothered me before), and running nine miles tomorrow will right my aching ship.

That and lots of ibuprofen!

Is It Really Friday?

The Camera+ app turns an ordinary iPhone 4 photo into something special.

Here’s my goal for today: Remember that it’s actually Friday.

Starting a week with Memorial Day (as in “no school”) always throws off my schedule. But add to it that yesterday was the last day of high school for my younger son (goodbye, sophomore year!), and I’m completely lost. I kept thinking that yesterday was Friday, so, of course, I woke up believing that today is Saturday.

I don’t write a blog post on Saturdays (or Sundays). Glad I actually looked at a calendar to see what day it really is!

My older son starts summer school Monday at our local junior college (two classes the first five-week term and one class the second), so I hope I have my internal calendar back in sync by then!

By the way, the accompanying photo has absolutely nothing to do with this blog post. I just liked how the Camera+ app changed what was a basic, blah photo into something that looked cool. Cool—something we could use right now with the heat blasting the Houston area. Oh, and rain, too.

No matter what day it is!

2010 Flies By

Happy New Year’s Eve! All I can say about 2010 is . . . what the heck happened to it? One minute I was ringing it in and posting my first photo of the day, and the next minute I’m looking back at the year in my rear view mirror. Zoom, zoom!

My wish for one and all for 2011 is good health and happiness. Let’s make this our best year ever!

Oh, and I also wouldn’t mind if 2011 went by . . .

A snail visits in a timely manner.

. . . at a snail’s pace!

Stay safe tonight!

Sidebar: I snapped the snail photo this morning! I just happened to see the little guy hanging around near my front door. How fortuitous!

Back Down to Earth

I don’t think my #1 son will care about the unusual Chanukah gift wrap.

I’ve had such a hard time getting started this morning! But with the house finally quiet with my older son back at college and my younger son back to the high school grind, I can think again.

There are a couple thoughts rambling around in my head:

• This is the first Chanukah we’ll celebrate without my older son. I don’t think it’ll really hit me until the first night on Wednesday. Of course, that meant early shopping and having most of his gifts (some are digital, and some still need to be delivered . . . oops!) wrapped and ready for him to take back with him.

With the Chanukah gift wrap safe and warm up in the attic, I improvised and used a Fry’s newspaper ad and envelopes. Hey, it’s the thought that counts!

My #1 son actually talks to us during lunch at a favorite restaurant.

• It was wonderful having my older son home for the Thanksgiving break! It seemed like he and his younger brother talked nonstop for a day or two. Plus my #2 son especially enjoyed having his brother’s friends visit; he’s missed them, too.

What my college freshman liked best about being home was eating at his favorite restaurants, which aren’t available to him (no car) at the University of Texas at San Antonio. The Mister and I spoiled him as much as we could, and now we’re going to miss him until he returns home in mid-December.

Especially during the eight nights of Chanukah.

Random Musical Snippets

A one-eyed unicorn

Conversations With My #2 Son

Last weekend when we were driving in San Antonio, we, of course, were listening to our Sirius XM radio. Specifically, channel 23, which had become the all-Neil Diamond station in honor of the singer-songwriter’s new album.

Diamond’s new CD, “Dreams,” features him singing covers of his favorite songs. One of them is Elton John’s “Can You Feel the Love Tonight.” One good thing about Neil is that he really enunciates every word, which, according to my younger son, Sir Elton never did.

My #2 son: “Did he just say ‘wild-eyed wanderer?'”

Me: “Yes, he did. Those are the lyrics.”

#2: “Oh. I thought it was ‘one-eyed unicorn.'”

Sure, that makes so much sense!

No commercials = music heaven!

Driving With an Old Fogie

I truly love satellite radio. To me it’s worth it to pay extra for no commercials. However, I’d consider going back to FM if it meant I could control the radio when the Mister is driving. Why? His choice of stations.

Three years might not seem like a long time, but it’s enough of a span that it means the Mister, who is 60, loves 50s music and the 50s on 5 XM channel. Which I do not. Slow and boring just doesn’t suit me. I much prefer the 60s on 6 and even the 70s on 7; I believe that the best music produced was from 1964 (e.g., the British Invasion) to about 1975.

I control the radio in my car, while the Mister rules the airwaves in his as I fume not so silently (as in, “Isn’t it about time to get hip, Grandpa?”). Meanwhile, our #2 son is oblivious to this musical warfare as he silently sits in the back with his earbuds firmly in place.

Must be nice to be plugged into your iPhone’s iPod, listening to music about one-eyed unicorns!