New Blog

Sometimes it takes me awhile to figure out what I'm doing.
This was going to be a short story site. However, upon further review, I'm keeping this blog runron, as a storage place for my past running stories.

I still run, but my writing took me in another direction.

A new blog was created to post short stories at "Stories told in short."
That's where from time to time I'll post a story that comes into my head.
The site is still under construction, but will be up and running soon.

Sorry for the confusion.

Eddie I read your book

Nice race this weekend, runron finished second in the old-man division. (40-44) which I might add, I'm on the tail end of that group.

being I haven't been training as hard as I should, I guess it's not bad. For those of you who know what's been taking my time... It's getting closer.... For the rest, you'll soon find out... So stay tuned...
Enough of the cryptic spy jargon.

Eddie, what happened? Last year this same race you ran the 5k, while I ran the 10k. So this year, I figured I'd run the 5k so we can go man to man... Or man to you... But I stood at the start line and saw your bib a different color than mine.... What?...Are you avoiding me?

The day was set up for a race of the ages. Me, looking to bust out of my marathon funk. And you, with enough brylcreem on your head to start a forest fire.

The days coming old chum, you can run, but you can't hide. runron is ready, willing and able to take that goofy smirk off your face and replace it with a more suitable shade of humble defeat.
I pledge to you, Edward I.-know-it-all.... I will not rest, nor will I stop, until you've been beaten at your own game.
Eddie you magnificent blowhard.... I read your book!

Eddieisnothisrealname.

See ya on the road, runron

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

Start a new

Well I'm finally recovered from that marathon in Tennessee, (or Georgia, or where ever I ran that thing). You'd think when Tennessee drew up it's borders, they could've made it a straight line.... Like Florida, you're either in or out... Anyway I'm off topic.

Knee is fine, it's amazing what some flat running will do... So the beginning to my 5k season will start next week...Since to holiday season is here, it's going to be hard to train, eat, shop, eat, post blogs, eat, see family and eat, eat, watch football while eating, eat, work, eat... and so on... But the point is, focus is in order as well as self-control. There will be times over the next few weeks, I'll have to force myself to go out for a run... But as long as there are no mountains I should be able to get the job done..

All this writing has made me hungry. I need to go eat.
See ya on the road, runron.

Post marathon blues

First I'd like to thank the great state of Tennessee for giving me knee pain... Your hills, oops mountains, have caused me deep pain... or to get technical, patellofemoral pain or a possible patellar ligament injury.... Translate, my knee hurts.

I've been on the shelf for over a week. Not able to put one leg in front of the other for fear of fire shooting through me left knee cap.(Crap) Now what? The Turkey trot 5k is out... And maybe the Reindeer run as well.... By the way, do all cities have a Turkey trot and Reindeer run? Anyway, I went over a year without an injury... Of course I was running in a flat state, the state that I love.... My state, Florida.

I'll trade a 95 degree day with a heat index of 120, for one of those hills, (mountains) any day...

Then my brother said he wants to run another marathon, (what have I created?). And he wants to do Tennessee again.... Apparently he just ran down hill in the race Tennesseans have the nerve to call a marathon.... Look what they did to my knee... It takes a sick mind to lay out a course that goes up hill... check that, up the side of a mountain.... But I'm over it....

I mean what kind of twisted mind lays out such a course?.... Boston would label that race unsuitable for man... It's a good thing I'm able to forget about it...

Does the race director get kick-backs from orthopedist?.... I'm glad this race didn't have a lasting affect on my ego...

Thanks Tennessee. You've won, this old boy days are over, no more marathons.
But I was thinking the other day... Ya think it's too late to sign up for Disney?

See ya on the painful road, runron.

It's over...Really over

I'm here to announce my retirement from marathons...The day started off with 38 degree weather and a head full of dreams...Although it warmed up, my dream turned into a nightmare... Without boring you with pace times and mile markers, let me just say, all was going well until mile 20...
I guess you could call it a wall, but a head-on collision with a freight train seems more suitable in explaining what happened.

I may be late coming to the dance on this one, but did you know Tennessee has hills? I mean mountains.... By the way, Florida is flat. In fact, Tennessee laughs at Florida when it comes to giant boulders that rise into the clouds. And most of the mountains in Tennessee happened to be on this race course... At least that's the way this Florida boy saw it... mile 21, 22, and 23 were uphill... That's right, 3 miles of continuous uphill running... Back-up, 3 miles of continuous shuffling along trying to imitate some form of my former self.

Allow me to go back to mile 20 and the freight train. I first felt a little tingle shoot up my thigh.... No big deal, little tingles are part of running, it comes with the gig...But what happened next, came out of a Steven King novel. My thigh contorted into several shapes until finally cramping up and shutting down. Which left me with the for amentioned 6.2 mile hobble.... I have never ran more painful 6 miles in my life,(or hobble, limp, shuffle, crawl.) At one point, I doubled over in pain. A guy on a bike, who was a marathon volunteer, ask me if I was OK? Now the guy was supposed to help runners who needed water. (i.e. have water with him.) I said I'm cramping up & I need water. He said the water stop is about a half a mile up the road... One more time, he said the water stop is about a half a mile up the road.I think he was also the guy who told me this marathon is flat...

So making a long story somewhat shorter, I missed my 4 hour goal by 6 min. and 2 sec.
My last marathon is a memory. I'm no marathoner, but I'll still run (in Florida, where the land is flat and the heat is not painful)however, it will be 5, 10, and 15k's.

I did get a chance to say hello to Brian before the race, I'm sure he did much better than yours truly.

See ya on the flat road, runron.

Feet's don't fail me now

What kind of idiot would drive 586 miles to run 26.2 miles?... All in front of this computer typing these words, say I....That would be me.. Or Mr. Idiot, to you.

The days are getting short and the big clock on the right seems to be speeding up and I guess all systems are a go. So, what's my gripe of the day?

Raw sewage, that's right, raw sewage. I'll let you use your imagination on the details... But let's just say the aforementioned words came tumbling out of the ceiling at a job site runron was at today. Fortunately, I was out of crap-shot.... but my toolbox wasn't.... The toolbox stands about a 18 inches high and is about 24 inches wide... I guess you could say it's about the same size as a toilet... A big toilet... Except, toilets don't have jigsaws, cordless drills, routers, and everything else a carpenter uses... At least mine doesn't... Or didn't....So I had a crappy day, need I say more?

Back to this marathon thing... You know how I've been complaining all summer about the heat?... There's one thing you should know.... I hate to run when it's cold... I'm from Florida, if it's in the 60's I'm freezing....Now I see where Tennessee is in the 30's at night?.... How cruel are the marathon gods?.. I mean come on, you want me to go from running in the beautiful 90 plus temperatures with sunshine so inviting it bakes your skin to a crispy tan. Where humidity caresses your forehead and leaves little droplets of sweat to reward you for a good workout. The oven-like warmness at 6:00 a.m. that gently greets me for a 20 miler...From all of that, to bone-chilling cold... I'll have to deal with numb toes and fingers... When I eventually break a sweat my shirt will freeze.... My teeth will chatter, not to mention what cold weather does to my bladder...
It's true what they say... Hot weather is uncomfortable, but cold weather is painful.
I bet there will be snow flurries and I'll get lost in some haunted battleground for days on end. (I'm running in a historic Civil War battleground) I'll have to survive on sports beans and extra packs of gel, until spring.... Of course spring in Tennessee probably comes around July 4th...

My Father-in-law lives up there, maybe I'll place a call and see what he can do about the temperature.... 30 degrees at night....Summer where did you go my friend?

See ya on the frozen tundra, runron.

The Long and Winding Road.

With taper in full bore, I write these words... Due to unrelated running issues, my time in front of this computer has been limited. Hopefully it will change soon.

Taper time is alway greeted with relief and fear. Most of the hard miles are in the stable and the horse has been hosed down.(relief). However, it brings on a different set of circumstances. (fear).

Am I ready for 26.2? I'm sure this goes through the minds of all middle-of-the-packers. Did I train hard enough? What about that Tuesday 8 weeks ago, when training called for a 6 mile tempo at a 7:29 pace, and I ran a blistering 8:02? Or the 20 miler when I could only muster up a weak 18 miles? How about the cross-training days, when I either skipped a workout altogether, or made a flimsy half-hearted attempt, just to say "I did it"?

Point is--I feel I'm not ready for this marathon... Oh I'll run it, but my goal of under 4 hours looks bleak. 4 hours is a long time to do anything... A football game last under 4 hours... A double feature at the movies, is under 4 hours... The time between breakfast and lunch is about 4 hours.... A nap on the couch is 4 hours (I take long naps).... Woman having conversations on cell phones while driving last... wait, that's more than 4 hours... But you get my point, 4 hours is a long time to run.

So while most sane people will be watching football games, movies, waiting for lunch to arrive, taking naps, and talking on cell phones. Old runron will be out putting one foot in front of the other, convincing myself I'm having a good time.

Well friends, time is short, and my ego is getting shorter as the seconds click off the big clock to the right.

Maybe a miracle will happen, and I can join my friend, Rob Henderson in Boston for some race he's all worked up about. But that's another day in another story.

See ya on the road, runron.

Taper Time... Or is summer over?

You probably haven't heard me say this before, but man is it hot... The big clock on the right tells me I have a little more than 19 days before I feel the cool crisp air of Tennessee... Finally, thank you.

I'm either getting old, or tired, maybe both, but this is the hardest training program I've done... Now, it's almost over and I can see the end... Which got me to thinking.
I think this is it.... runron will retire from running marathons.

To run 26.2 miles takes a lot out of a person, and I'm not built for the brutal mileage required to prepare for such a task.

However, I do like to run, which I'll continue to do...I'll do the 5K's, 10K's, 15K's and maybe a half-marathon in the future.... But a full 26.2? I'm done after this one... It's just not in me... Running is supposed to be fun, and it is when taken in small dosage... but these bites of 20 milers cause me to overdose and I'm afraid of burnout.

Some may think I'm a quitter, and that's fine... But I've thought long and hard about this... I'm doing what I need to do.

I think guys who run two or three marathons a year are a special breed.... my hats off to you guys... guys like Steve Runner and the Cranky Runner. you two are my age and run like you're 20. I know how hard that is, because I've tried.

So don't feel sorry for old runron, I'll be fine, and I'll still be out on the road, just not in 3 hour bites like I did this morning. I still post about the heat and what bothers me. Maybe even post more due to extra energy.

That's my thoughts now as I sit here, just after a 20 miler. Of course all this could change if I run a 3:20 marathon and qualify for Boston.... Naw, I'm done.

See you on a shorter road, runron.

All is well

Sorry for the delay guys... unfortunately I have another life, which brings me stress and a whole list of other things I can't stand.... If were up to me, I'd run all day and blog all night.... But real life gets in the way.

Now on to the complaint of the day.... Is summer ever going to end? I know I'm in Florida but this is ridicules. As I type a ten mile tempo run waits me... It's in the nineties for the love of Pete!

What are the marathon Gods thinking? It's not just here, I read about Chicago this weekend and saw pictures on T.V. of runners looking more like a death march, than a marathon.

Heat kills and I was sad to hear it took a fellow runner in Chicago.... It kinda puts things into perspective... We walk a thin line of training well, to complete collapse... No 20 miler is worth dying over, but to run a marathon you must put a few of them in... I don't know anything about the man that died, except he was 35 (9 years younger than me)... I'm sure he trained well and put the mileage in, maybe it was his first, or his 100th marathon, I don't know? My hope is that he died doing what he enjoyed.... Which in the end, isn't that all we can ask for?

I'm not a writer or a runner, I fail miserably at both. But I do know I'll keep putting one foot in front of the other... And place one finger at a time on the keyboard... And try to make sense of it all.... If you were in this brain, you'd realize what a daunting task it would be..

Just a 15 miler this weekend.... With that and the news of a cold front coming to Florida.... All should go pleasantly this week...Of course a cold front means temperatures will dip down into the eighties...Brrr..I need to pull out my winter gear..

To Brian, Thanks for your concern. I am alive and look forward to the Marathon... Maybe I'll see ya on the road.

To the rest, likewise, runron.

Back on track.... I think

Finally, finally...I got my first 20 miler in. I think I've found a second wind... Or maybe a last wind, but definitely one of the two.

It's about time I quit whining and start doing... I suppose running like anything else has it's ebbs and flows...And I've been stuck in ebb with not much flow... Until yesterday.

Call it runner's high, or whatever hocus-pocus you want, but something clicked on my ten mile run and it felt effortless... Well, as much as a ten mile run can... Anyway, my pace was under my predetermined time and it really geeked me up for my marathon. Which is coming on the downside of my training.

It's time to forget about who owes me money... It's time to forget about the heat... It's time to forget about the pain that shoots from my chest and down my left arm...

Because it's time to get my game face on... I got a marathon to run..

See ya on the road, runron.

(Some of my words above were written for effect, so don't worry mom, there is no pain shooting down my arm.... yet.)

A month of Sundays

What's my problem? It's been so long since I've had a good run, I don't know what one feels like anymore.... I've been holding off, not wanting to write a post until something breaks in my marathon training... But the only thing breaking is me.

Seems lately, all I use this forum for is complaining... Which I do so well.But that's not the point... See--the legs are tired, the mind is tired, and the rest of my body is shot... I can blame it on age, heat, or even burnout I guess. Although, I'm considering one other option------ Stress.

I don't know who reads this slop I put up here. And right now I really don't care... Because sometimes I just have to vent... Click out now... I'm going on a rant.

There are 3 people who have put me in a foul mood... They will remain nameless (for now). I'm self-employed in a trade that's a little thin right now, meaning work is slower than normal. I've been through this before and I always manage to get by. So this may add to the stress, but it doesn't make me see red in the middle of a 18 mile run, like the 3 unmentioned people above.


They owe me money. Lots of money... Money I need to get by in these thin times... I provided a service the 3 separate individuals, handed them a bill and waited... And waited.. and waited... The first guy, (and its been over 6 months) said he's waiting for a closing. I'm not buying it.... The second guy,(and its been 3 months) said he was waiting for an inspection, then later said, he needed to close on some other property. Property that's not related to my job... The third guy, ( and I have to love his honesty) said he took my money.... One more time, he said he took my money to hire a lawyer so he could file bankruptcy.... He took my money to file bankruptcy. The sound of that sends me up the wall.

I've spent thousands of dollars in material, used my time to fabricate said material, and installed said fabrication... For what! For free... These 3 have lied, cheated, and stole from me... If you can't afford me, then don't hire me... And that's why I'm BREAKING DOWN!

Because of 3 losers, who don't pay their bills, is why I break down on a 18 miler... When you start messing with my running, you'll find out you're messing with the wrong guy!

Running is supposed to relax you, calm your nerves, you know work out your stress. However, when training for a marathon, you put your body through stress. You're not out for a Saturday jog, no sir... Your pushing to the max on long runs, tempo runs, and the lovely speed workouts... Stress, stress, stress... Then pile on mental state of survival, it's a wonder I can still walk up-right, let alone run....
I didn't want to write about this. I actually didn't want to write anything... That's what they've done to me. Put me in such a bitter mood, to where I don't feel like writing a post...

I'll get over it, unless I need to hire a lawyer to file bankruptcy.. Oh wait, someone already used my money for that...

My wife bought me some stress-free aromatic hand soap... I am washing my hands like I'm an obsessive compulsive.

That's my take anyway.
Maybe I'll be on the road, runron.

Summer Repeat

Going through some older post, I ran across this one from last year. I think it applies more this year than last. So at the risk of mailing one in. Here's a summer repeat from last year. Besides, after my long run today I have no strength.... Me tired... Me sleep now.

Oh, before I slumber. A runron salute to the South Florida Bulls.


Top ten reasons you know your marathon training isn't going well.

10 Resting heart rate is 98.

9. Buzzards keep circling you while on a long run.

8. Old lady on morning walk passes you during tempo run.

7. Buy Ibuprofen in bulk.

6. Ipod stuck on just Barry Manilow.

5. Thought Jeff Galloway meant walk one mile, run one minute.

4. The odometer you were using was in kilometers not miles.

3. You hit the wall at mile one.

2. You start to taper 2 weeks into a 16 week program.

And the number one reason you know your marathon training Isn't going well.

Your doctor suggest you take up running to get in shape.

See ya on the road, runron.

Round two

Ok, Last week went well, no near-death experiences on my 18 miler, in fact I hit all my pace times, all in all it was a good day....However, the dreaded 20 miler awaits me this weekend.

Look, I've ran 26.2 miles before... yes all at once.But there's something in my head about a 20 miler in the middle of summer...How simple can it be? I have a 5 mile loop and run it 4 times...And with a short stop after each 5 mile trek, which I douse myself with ice water, maybe take a Gue or sports drink and hit the loop again... Easy. Plus I have a Camel Back to sip water every mile.

It's the last three miles that kill, so here's what I'm gonna do.... I'll run 18, 19, and 20 first, then I'll run the next 17. See I'm not only a runner...I'm a thinker.

See ya on the road, runron.

Things got fuzzy, things got blurry...And then everything was gone.

Well, maybe not that bad, but I do know what the wall feels like... Or at least my wall... It seems like only yesterday I was on a 20 mile run. (cue dream sequence)

Six o'clock greeted the first steps of a 20 miler. No big deal, I ran two of them last year and a 17 miler last week. I'm not one to blame the weather (right) but a 20 miler in August is much different than in October, even in Florida.
I've also learned that a 20 miler is a lot longer than a 17 miler...Don't say 3 miles, I know that. It's longer in the brain, where it counts, which sends little signals to your legs saying "Stop, why are you doing this? what did I ever do to you?"

"You're training for a marathon," brain said.

"Not anymore," legs said.

"Watch me," says the brain as it puffs out its cerebrum.

"You make me laugh, watch this," the legs said, then sharply contracted every muscle in its left side making the brain feel pain and discomfort from cramps.

Continuing my journey with numbed mind and rubber legs, I fought on with only 3 miles to go... just three, no big deal right?

"Still feeling it brain?" legs said.

"You don't scare me, I control you. You move on my command," brain said.

"Just wait, I got a surprise for you just up that hill," legs said.

"I love hill work, bring it on," brain said.

I effort my way up the last hill before I turn around and head home. the pace was a crawl, but it was a run... I think.
So I get up to the top... I stop briefly and kinda sorta put my hands on my knees, you know to regroup before heading back down. Upon raising my head, which is covered in fluid my leg muscles need.... Things begin to grow black, first thought is cloud cover.

"Surprise," legs said. "We ain't running another step. That darkness you see is you- brain, and you're gonna hit the ground, ha, ha, got ya."

"Okay, okay, don't let me hit the ground legs, hold me up," brain said. " just keep me up so I can walk home.... Don't let my wife find me on the side of the road," brain said pleading.

"Say I win," legs said.

At this time I start to stumble.

"Okay, you win, it's over, just take me home."

"What about next week? you gonna listen when I say enough?" legs said.

"Yes, yes, I can do nothing without you," brain said.

"Thank you," legs said.

So I ran a 19 miler and walked the 20th... Oh well, what ya gonna do.


After the run, I jump in the pool. My wife came out to see how I was doing. I told her about hitting the wall.

"Why do you do that to yourself," wife said.

"Because he's an idiot," legs said.



18 miles next week, can't wait.
See ya on the road, runron

"Maybe," legs said.