Happy Marathon Monday, We’re in Venice and I’m broken.

Good morning.  Happy marathon Monday!  In case you weren’t aware, this morning is the 121st running of the Boston Marathon.  MacGyver and I are in Nokomis and had planned on taking the day off so he could take a day to fish and I could watch the marathon.  In case you want to watch it live online, you can do so here.

We came down here on Friday night after a really long work week and on Saturday morning I got up early and went out for a long run.

long run done

I’d say I accomplished that.

After I finished running MacGyver wanted to take the boat over and test out the new motor but I had some things that had to be done around the house and I also had some work that had to be finished before I could begin the vacation so I stayed here and powered through everything.  I don’t know why but for some reason we never have to do anything to the lawn here and yet it always looks great.  The flowers and the plants are always healthy and bloom year after year with little to no maintenance.

Check out my lillies.

I started out with about 12 bulbs 3 years ago and this year we have about a hundred lillies!  It’s insane and they’re gorgeous.

I get carried away working in the lawn down here, I just love it but that’s probably why I didn’t notice that I was feeling sort of sick, until much later, when MacGyver got back and he and I went out to get some groceries for Easter dinner.

Since we were smoking a ton of meats on the Traeger, MacGyver and I decided to grab some fast food for dinner but I wasn’t all that hungry so I just got some fries and I hardly ate them.  Sometime later that night I woke up with the most sour of stomachs ever and my stomach decided to hand back everything I had given it for the last 48 hours!  And it wasn’t pretty.

Yes, it was!

This wasn’t the first time.  This has happened a few times this week.  Apparently I am not fixed.  I am still broken.  It may have something to do with the little bit of sugar I let slip in over the last few weeks or the fact that I ingested a bit of gluten knowing I shouldn’t have or my doctor could be right and I could be lactose intolerant and it could have been the ice cream or yogurt on the few occasions that I had them but whatever it was, I am not completely fixed.  Not just yet.  And I didn’t run on Easter because I was very dehydrated.

Actually, I didn’t even get out of bed until 9:30.

And then we went to MacGyver’s parents to eat and spent the day enjoying the new motor.

I guess if you have to be sick to your stomach on Easter, then you might as well have a view like this:


Thankfully I’m feeling much better today and I was able to run six miles this morning and now I’m off to watch a marathon.

How did you spend your Easter Weekend?


Long runs, eye twitches, and dog rescue’s

If you follow me on Instagram then you may already know I’ve recently developed an eye twitch.  I have no idea why but according to Dr. Google it’s most likely due to lack of sleep, or stress.  I’m going to wager a bet here and go with C, both!

all about winning

Over the weekend I decided not to do too much work on the computer to see if that would alleviate some of the symptoms.

It did not.

Fortunately not being on the computer left me with lots of time to do work around the house and to get some runs in.  On Saturday, I ran 10 lovely miles around the neighborhood and it was stellar.  I enjoyed every single solitary minute of it, even when this guy try to seduce me somewhere around mile 4.

Mr. Peacock

Oh, hello!

After I finished running MacGyver and I decided to go to some garage sales and putter around for a bit, after which I came home and did about 4 hours of lawn work.  I was tired but in order to avoid the computer I was thinking about starting a new craft project.  As I went outside to look at an old piece of furniture I have stored in the garage, I noticed a stray dog running around the road and we locked eyes and of course he ran right up to me.

Obviously he was someone’s pet as he had a collar and tag, but no number.  After a few minutes a friend of ours drove up and said that the dog had been at his house earlier and he had given it some food and he was worried it would be hit as it wasn’t really afraid of cars so we decided to try and find the rightful owner.  The dog was running around and not really wanting to be controlled so every time one of us got close it took off.

Finally, we cornered the dog at a house around the corner and knocked on the door and I asked the guy if he knew who owned the dog.  He didn’t, but as luck would have it, he worked at the humane society and offered to take the dog in and read the chip to find the owner.  While standing there talking to the guy, a random guy in a gray car peeled around the corner at around 80 miles an hour. We all yelled at the idiot in the car to slow down and then you won’t believe what happened next.

He drove his car up onto the sidewalk and actually tried to run over me and my friend.  Seriously.

what the hell

I was stunned.  Too stunned to even try to get a license plate number.  Not that it would have mattered because by the time I got up and turned around he was a half a mile to Sunday.

The guy at the house took the dog and found the owner and returned it, and we went back to my house to tell MacGyver what happened.  I don’t think MacGyver really understood how close we actually came to getting hit and I’m kind of glad he didn’t see because it was really close.  What kind of person does that?  I can’t for the life of me figure out why on earth you would do something like that.  Miscreants!

On Sunday I ran 5.5 miles and I looked very hard for that silver car because I am determined to find it.  I’m sure he must live somewhere in this neighborhood.  And when I find him, and I will, I will watch that guy like a hawk until I find out how I can get him off the streets.  It just takes patience, and I’ve got all the time in the World.

Also, Kharma always wins because yesterday while MacGyver was cleaning the boat and I was working in the yard again another dog wandered over and plopped down right beside us!  No really.

This one was a pit bull mix, very sweet but hot and thirsty.  I walked it around the neighborhood for a good hour and a half and we kept it at our house for another 3 or 4 and could not find out who owned it.  Finally around 8:30 last night MacGyver and I got in the car and drove around looking to see who might own this dog.  We stopped at all kinds of houses and talked with all kinds of people.  No one had a clue but we did meet the owners of the black dog that I had helped to rescue the previous day.

Just when we were ready to give up I decided to try one more loop around and I saw a guy outside talking on the phone so I pulled over to try and ask him if he knew of anyone missing a dog and while I was waiting for him to end his conversation a car pulled up behind us.  The people in the car said, ‘hey you didn’t happen to find a lost dog did you?’

And here is the greatest part of the story, the guy driving the car was the guy in the house who’s door we had knocked on the previous day.  He was the guy who worked at the humane society and helped us save the black dog, the pit bull was HIS dog!

So yeah, basically I’m responsible for rescuing all the dogs in the neighborhood this weekend.

high five me

You would think after all that my eye would stop twitching but, nope.  Oh well, before I leave you for the day, here are a few more pictures from my trip to Tennessee.


This is me in front of a random fountain the antique district in Sweetwater, Tn


Patsy Cline

Bear carving

I’ve always wanted a bear carving but I’ll have to learn to carve because MacGyver will never pay 700 bucks for one.

morning Glory Farm

Morning Glory Farm property of Artist G. Webb

french broad river

French Broad River

the Smokey Mountains

I love my Tennessee hills!

What was the best thing you did over the weekend?

Where is your hometown?

What do you love most about your hometown?

Happiness is Community and 14 mile runs fer sher.

Good Monday on ya!  Is that even correct?  Like would someone actually say that or did I just make that up?  I think I made it up due to lack of sleep.  Oh well, here’s something that is correct, Happy first day of Spring!

And it certainly feels like Spring….


Anyway.  Don’t get me wrong I ain’t complaining.  I love this weather.  It’s glorious, GLORIOUS!  Come back and read in August and I’ll be bitching like a mad person.

We had a pretty low key weekend.  I worked for most of it.  I ran a lot too, 18 miles total.  Yeah, I know.  I was pretty happy with myself and I totally needed it.  If not for running, I’d be so stressed out.  I’m not sure what everyone else in the neighborhood does but that’s my stress relief.

On Saturday I ran 14 miles for my long run and I started in my neighborhood, but I really wanted to finish up in Kapok park because I was craving the beauty of it so that’s just what I did.  I saw this older runner there that I’ve seen a few times this week so I said hi.  He said hi back and we were both just sitting there stretching so I said, ‘are you enjoying this weather?’ and he said, ‘oh yeah, fer shuuur’.

I noticed that accent was definitely not Floridian and I’m sort of a geek so I said, ‘are you from Fargo?’ and he said, ‘close, about 20 miles up a bit’ and I’m like, ‘you betcha’ but he wasn’t really impressed with my Fargo dialect.  Anyway, we talked about running for a bit and it turns out he used to run and bike and swim and actually ran a few triathlons in his youth.  I mentioned that it must have been really hard to train in North Dakota and he said, yeah, much harder than it would be to train here.  I didn’t argue with him but I’m not so sure he was correct.  Maybe he’s not familiar with all the things we Floridians have to deal with.

Florida Triathlon Training

It’s hard y’all!

Y’all may remember the squatter situation in my neighborhood?  Well, it’s still a problem.  In fact, it’s got the entire neighborhood all stressed out.   The police are here daily and nothing has been done.  On Saturday while walking the dogs, I found a syringe in front of the house.  That’s not a good sign.  We all feel helpless.

There was another attempted break in at another vacant house right across the street from me and the police were actually rude to my neighbors and questioned them because they were watching the house for the homeowner who is in Australia.  They said we need to leave the police work up to them.  You know because they’re doing it so well.

what the fuck

On Saturday night there was a confrontation when one of my neighbors came home and the squatter’s yelled at him and his wife.  He lives right across the street from them so I imagine it’s much more stressful for him and he hit his breaking point.   He yelled back.  Unfortunately, he made the mistake of entering the yard of the home they are squatting in.  They actually called the police on him.  He was almost arrested, him, the rightful homeowner.  We are being harassed daily.  Everyone is stressed.

I read an article this morning about the happiest places in the world and the least stressful places to live.  Norway tops the list.  Actually the top five are Nordic countries and what they all had in common was a strong sense of community.  Community.  That’s so very important.

I feel a strong connection to all of my neighbors around me.  We’ve built a really close group around here and amazingly, we all get along and genuinely like each other.  We are more like friends than neighbors.  These squatter’s have got to go.

wood stork and peacock

Except for me and the Peacock lady!

All right, you two can stay.

Hank and Boomer

And us too!

Of course Mama’s babies can stay!

Okay, the birds and the dogs and all the animals can stay. Animal squatter’s are welcome here.  Tell all your friends.  Just leave your humans behind.

What did you do this weekend?

How long was your long run?

Does running ease your stress?