Pssst, You wanna buy a safe? A SAFE?? Shhh, riiiiiight.

I saw a guy selling safes on the side of the road today.  As a drove by I thought I'm not sure I feel safe buying a safe from a safe seller by the side of the road......1 mile later.....and if I have 1 safe it's "safe" but if I have 2 why isn't it "saves"......then I ate a sandwich.  Did you know my cat eats hummus?

Dear Cat,

Dear Cat,

I can tolerate the smelly cat box. I don't like it, but I can tolerate it. (Even though I am not fully convinced, after hours of debate with you, that you are not capable of using the toilet, and don't give me that opposable thumb thing again. I've SEEN it on youtube, but I digress...) After all, you are a cat.

And I have come to terms with the fact that every time I leave the room you lick the peanut butter and honey off of my toast when I'm not looking. I know. You didn't think I knew, but I know. But, after all, you are a cat.

And while I still have not figured out what that sticky substance is on the poker chips or how the hole got in the wall during my weekend away at Boston, with a heavy sigh, I still have to chalk it up to "being a cat".

But drinking all my beer...that's just not cool.

- owner

Experiencing the "ultimate" in Writer's Block today.

After knocking over the plant in the background several times, then pulling my computer battery cable out, Pee Wee decided to take a nap. 

Today's Run

Learning to love my running again.

 I'm sure some of you will know what I mean. Sometimes things go on in your life, painful, hurtful things that cause you to react in different ways. Those of you that know me know that late last summer was a pretty rough time for me. Back then, there were two places I could find safety. One was in the middle of my very big bed and the other was to sink myself deep into my training. We call that "going into the cave".  Since insomnia was an issue, I only found myself in bed for around 4 hours a night. That left plenty of time for running.

I thought if I sunk myself deep into my training, if I pushed myself hard, it would distract me from the pain, buy me some time. The plan was to train as hard as I could then come race day in NYC I was going to lay it all on the table, push as hard as I could. It was going to hurt. I knew that. It would hurt like hell and in the end I would have won. A cathartic cleansing. And from the ashes I would rise again, like the Phoenix, and learn to live again. That day did not come and as I reached the top of one of the hills I ran today I stood there with my face to the wind and realized it was still in me, trapped like the most guttural of primal screams.

The running. I will learn to love that again and do it for all the right reasons this time. As for the scream, I only hope that the person that can help me the most is there for me when it comes out.

-ciao

Wipe your nose, you have a blogger hanging out.

What an appropriate title for my very first blog, a funny play on words served up with a side dish of inappropriateness. My favorite : ) 

When your life is governed by the Laws of Irony, funny things tend to happen. That is why I have chosen to set up this blog site. I am hoping it will serve as a means to vent...I mean share, yeah, that's it, share all of shake your head "I can't believe this is happening, you're joking right?" things that happen through out my days on this crazy planet through my favorite venue, writing. From specific events, ups and downs of training to random nothingness, who knows what will show up here.  And the real beauty is if some of you don't like it, I don't have to care. Hmmm, I like this already : )

Well, the road is calling me. May I keep my eyes forward, my toes up and my thoughts as open as the blue Arizona sky. 

-ciao