5:30 sun

Words 160

            The snow is nearly gone.  The temp. tomorrow is supposed to be 70 degrees F.  There are playgrounds all over the place, so I did several pull-ups today.  I did some leg ups with the arms straight—after 5 reps, I wondered why it was so difficult. 

international road trip

Words 132

            The problem with running and being successful is that to maintain this level, I have to try really hard every day.  And what’s more, when you get a good result, the thrill is not nearly as satisfying.  Today, I broke the 1-minute barrier.  You might say I cheated a bit—I walked for some

this dog looks delicious

Words 255

            I pulled my legs up higher today on the leg ups.  So even though it is mostly an abdominal exercise, my hamstrings were stressed at the upper limit, and even my quads were feeling it. With a beginning temperature of 4 degrees, I left my plastic pants at home for the first time since October. 

         

broke through the ice

Words 132

            What a great day!  The sun was up long before me, which is really nice.  The sidewalks were mostly clear, although I did step through some ice to get my foot wet.

bit the snow

Words 88

            Yes, the snow and ice have vanished from the sidewalks, but for only the second time this winter, I slipped and fell to the ground.  Around the pull-up bar and squat area, there is plenty of packed ice, so I bit the dust this morning. 

it wasn't a fluke

Words 236

            The snow and ice are gone from the sidewalks—only water here and there.  Now the workers are throwing the snow around so it will melt faster.  A terrific run today.  I broke 1 minute by 13 one-hundredths.  I was beginning to worry that I may have pushed the buttons on my watch incorrectly, and accidentally gave myself an undeserved record. 

the flying dog-rat Gremlin

Words 709; one pic

            “What are you?!?  You don’t see nothing?  My little one flew into the air; his wits were damaged!”   These are only a few of the possible words that may have been hurled toward me by a babushka (stress on the first syllable /BAH-boosh-ka/) who had been walking her dog down my sprint venue-- Marshall Roccosovskovo Boulevard.