Last day to blog!
The library closes for a week starting Monday. Someone will have to call me on Thurs or Fri and tell me what and where for the Saturday run.
Today's run was quite nice. I decided to run with Melissa. She wanted to do her 13 miler since she rode the Goat Milk, and she wanted to continue to increase her mileage. I was her coach. We ran from light pole to light pole. A car flashed it's headlights in our direction and Melissa, as friendly as she is, started waving like she knew them. I asked if she knew who that was, to which she claimed it was probably her man. Once we got closer, she realized she didn't recognize that car, and just as we reached the end of the causeway, the car was pulling out of it's spot as if to meet us at the corner. "Now you've done it!", I said. "You went and got yourself a stalker. He probably was waiting and thinking, 'The first one to wave will be my target.' I tried to see who was in the car, but the windows were tinted as the stalker drove away. Why does my stalker have a beat-up old Econoline van and hers has a shiny, clean sedan? I know... Miss Georgia Peach gets stalked in style!!! He-he! Anyway, we finished Fannin Landing with Cathy, who turned back, and we kept going to Fox Bay. Light pole to light pole. The talks helped propel us through the mileage. Sorry we missed everyone at the end. My back is still acting up and I slowed down at the end. I'm going to have to do the heating pad and stretch thing more often, now that we're two months away. Matt, you're so sweet for sending the search party with chocolates. Either I am just predictable or you have been paying attention. Carol...VRROOMMM! VRROOMM! You belong in a convertible. The glare on the windshield kept me from seeing who was stopping ahead for us. I thought is was some rich men lending their kind support, but a JAP with chocolates is just as good to me! Thanks Donna for the Gatorade, that was kind of you. I thank everyone that attended - even those who couldn't. You all motivate me when I see you out and about at OH-MY-GOSH-thirty in the morning, ready to run when nothing is chasing you. We all do it for various reason: health, life change, enjoyment. But let's be honest. What it really boils down to; what we all want from the experience most of all.... Bragging Rights!! "Yeah, that's right; I ran 18 miles today. I could have run 20, but I didn't feel like it." "Oh, what? You mean this scar on my elbow? Oh that's nothing, just a pound of flesh for the price of glory!" (unfortunately, most scars look better on men) God-willing, I hope we all get to brag come October 9.

Now for something completely different. Ladies, I am afraid that Aug 6 is probably a bad day to eat out. Melissa and T'knesha informed me that that day is the 22 miler. I thought is was going to be another short run - must have looked at a different schedule. Sooo, ixnay on unchlay. Sorry. We'll just use Matt's party to bond, if that's okay with Matt.