Month: November 2011
you. yes, you.
If you and I have: Had a beer Watched hockey Attended a tailgate party Cooked for each other Jumped in the Mon Gotten sloppy over sangria Gone out for dinner Raved about music Choked down a 649 Traded soup Met for lunch Sat around a campfire Seen a concert Talked on Twitter, by text or… Read More you. yes, you.
8. thanked.
I’m always appreciative of the gratitude people express on Veterans Day, whether it’s directed specifically to me or not. But this one will be hard to top. My sister sent me this on Thursday; it’s from the Veterans Day program they had at the school that Drew and Mollie attend. That’s me in that list, just… Read More 8. thanked.
7. twenty. no, really.
The nice British lady was right. When I got to the corner of Viruth Street and Benton Avenue this morning, she told me to start running. I would be running for the next twenty minutes, something I hadn’t done since I was in the Army more than 20 years ago. My legs felt a little… Read More 7. twenty. no, really.
6. twenty.
Couch to 5K tricked me in Sunday. It won’t get away with that again. I was expecting a series of five-minute runs, as had been the case the previous day. The first run felt long, but I didn’t look at the clock; that always feels like cheating to me. But when the nice British lady… Read More 6. twenty.
5. rested.
Yesterday was spectacular. Great party — with a fabulous breakfast prepared by Fred an Ethel. A game that was a lot better than it probably should have been. Donatos and more football for dinner. And what might be the best part (and certainly the reason for not posting Saturday)? Getting in bed early enough to… Read More 5. rested.
Uncle Crappy 