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.
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.
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.
We’re a day away from another home football game, and I have my regular football partner with me tomorrow. That wasn’t the case a week ago, but it worked out pretty well anyway. I’m always a little out of sorts when Mrs. Crappy can’t come to a game. She’s been my partner in Ohio Stadium… Read More 4. father’s day.
Today started out OK. The show last night was amazing. Exactly what I needed. Unfortunately, it didn’t last. I didn’t get a ton of sleep, and that’s part of the reason why I gave myself a one-day break from running. It was still a good morning, though. I know when it started, but I’m not… Read More 3. one of those.
Y’all know how I tend to get a little twitchy when I go too long without a show? Thanks to Yonder Mountain String Band and Stage AE, I get to fix that in a few hours.
Uncle Crappy 