Make your vote count

Stay with me,I have a race this weekend. Then I'll get back writing about something I know nothing about...Like this.

People are always coming up to me and saying, "So runron who you going to vote for?" And my response is always the same... "Vote for what?"... Is there an election of some kind going on?

I got my candidate. This person will lower my taxes and work for me....Wow. They will change the way government works... Now you're talking. They will be honest and cut wasteful spending.... That's my guy. Tough on terrorism, but fair....Sounds great. My candidate is on the side of the working man...That's me. Plus, they will make America strong.... Unbelievable, you're speaking my language. Did I mention, they will make health care affordable and veto any bill that's not in my best interest.

You're saying who is it runron? Tell me I have to go out and vote for this guy.

I'll get to it. But first let me also say, my guy is humble and understands your needs. Understands how government works, but is an outsider. Voted for every bill that helped me, and against the ones that wasted my money. All said, you can't go wrong with my guy.....................

But, but runron, don't they all say that?

Yes.

See ya on the road, runron

The English language and me...or is it I

Reed this and tell me if it makes cents.... What? How about, I red the first chapter, and it didn't make since.... You see what I'm dealing with?... Words.

English is foreign to me, but it's the only language I know.... but I don't no it.. sorry, I don't know it...
And why is a K in front of know, or knife... I'm sure it's some rule from some other language, but why? We couldn't think of a new word that makes sense, Ah, there's that word again, but of course it's spelled differently. (cents, since, sense)

With the K rule in affect, wouldn't Evel Knievel's name really be pronounced... Evel Nievel? It seems the former daredevil was the only one who got it right. (or is it whom?)

I'm going to arbitrarily pick out a letter. Say, S. Now, I'm going to put it on the front of my name, runron. So I'm now sronrun, But, the s is silent..shhh, don't tell.
That makes as much sense as well, cents/since.

I live to see live concerts... What, get out of hear/here with that.

Read, what I just read, about the color red... Huh? If that's the King's English? We need a new king.

If "he's" is a contraction "he is"... Wouldn't "h'as" be a contraction for "he was"... Think about it...
Because the rules are, there are no rules.... But you better know them or you'll look stupid..... Write, I mean right?

Let me cite you a fact, the construction site, was an awful sight.. The thing that bothers me most about that sentence, is the word awful... It should be spell, alful. I can't spell worth a lick, and people always tell me to sound out the word... Well if I did, you'd see alful, nife, red, reed, and so on...

Someone warn the king, I got a torch and I'm ready to charge the castle... Who's with me..

See ya on the road, srunron

I need a race to run, I'm losing my mind.

27 Degrees.... What happened?

As I hunker down, holding a vigil for my Mango tree for the second night in a row, I have a few random thoughts.

Someone left the door open between here and Tennessee. Hey pa Walker, close the door. There's a reason I live in Florida and only visit the great state of Tennessee. Which reminds me.

I'm still not over that marathon, because my big toenail has been slowly dying since I made that ill-fated journey.... Back to the mango tree. It happens every year, some arctic blast wanders down here wreaking havoc on my beloved mango tree. A tree I planted, water, fertilize, and ever so careful, use my weed whacker around.

My first mango tree fell victim to a out of control 14 year old boy, who thought it was a weed. Before that incident, I used to called him son. Now he's his mother's son.

Back to my healthy tree. See, I learned from the past. It was about two years ago, that my mango tree, Buddy. Ok, so I call him Buddy, that's not weird, is it? So Buddy got hurt a few years ago. In fact, I thought I'd lost him. His branches were not recognizable. And his trunk kinda hunched over. Sort of what I look like after a marathon. Anyway, after I had to snipped him nearly to the ground,because of the freeze damage, Buddy bounced back.

I made a promise to him that day. If I get word of some "menacing frost" heading our way, he'd be taken care of, no questions asked.

So yesterday I built Buddy a box. Although, he stands over 7 feet tall and nearly 4 feet wide, he rested comfortably inside a fully insulated box with a cozy light to keep him warm.

You know it's funny, I've had him for about 4 years and he's never produced one mango. Not even a bloom.... I think I'll give him one more season, if there's no fruit, then I'll call my wife's son over to do some weed whacking.

Love is a two way street, Buddy.

As far as my running goes. It's cold, but I have been putting in the mileage, just nothing interesting to write about. But never fear, I have a race in a few weeks and I'm sure something will amuse me.

See ya on the road, runron.

I sure would like to eat a mango this summer.....Who's your buddy, Buddy?

Seasons Greetings and all that crap

Have a holly jolly Christmas, it's the best time of the year.
I don't know if I'll run slow, but I hope I'm not pulling up the rear.

Have a holly jolly Christmas, and when you run down the street,
say hello to friends and foe even the ones you can't beat.

Oh, no the last mile goes to where you can see.
Gatorade waits for you;
Drink it once for me.

Have a holly jolly Christmas, and in case you didn't hear,
oh, by golly have a jolly Christmas and runron is running in the rear.

Oh, no, my bleeding toe hurts all the way to the knee;
if a doctor waits for you;
see him once for me.

Have a holly jolly Christmas,
and in case you didn't hear,
oh, by golly, have a holly jolly Christmas this year.

Merry Christmas
See ya on the road, runron

Sorry, that's all I got. Maybe next time I'll have something more profound to say.
But then again, it's me, so probably not

Let the 5k's begin

The first race of the 5k season went off with a bang... I'd like to thank the local talent for running the half-marathon instead of the 5k... This allowed old runron to finish 11th overall, (yes there were more than 11 runners in the race) and 3rd in my age group, (yes there were more than three runners in my group)

5k's are really my kind of run, but why is it that there is always this one guy?.. In any race... In any town, that runs goofier than you... Is older than you, but you can't catch him....It happens every race. But yesterday this old man kept a good twenty yards ahead of me the whole race... To see him in the mall or out walking his dog, you'd think he belongs in a home... A rest home... But there he was shuffling ahead of runron like he's out for a Sunday stroll.

With about a half of mile to go, the old man stopped, he was spent, I could tell by the way he was gasping for air and grabbing at his chest.... So what did I do?... Blew by the old geezer thinking victory is mine... See ya later grandpa.

Not so fast...Lazarus came back from the dead and passed me...I mean, he just had a heart attack twenty yards back, I saw him... How could it be?

Then with about a quarter mile to go, he stopped again... Another heart attack, (Yes) he's all mine now, I think as I puff out my chest while stepping over him, nobody comes back from the dead twice... Right?

Coming down to the final leg, the finish line is in sight. I'm starting to wobble just a bit, but the sweet taste of victory is forming on my palate....Suddenly, from out of the grave, the old man claws his way passed my deflating ego and I lose to a dead man.... At least that's the way I saw it...

See ya on the road with more stories of the 5k season.
runron