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?

The cathartic long run that almost wasn’t

Last week I actually ran my longest long run since last year when I started having the severe migraines.  On Saturday I ran 13.22 miles, and no, it wasn’t a half marathon and it wasn’t a race.  The week before I ran 12 miles and so naturally I try to progress each week.  Last week I wanted to run 13 miles and I told myself that if 14 felt like it was possible I would keep going.


That was thirteen?  Ah hell, let’s go for fourteen!

But that’s not what happened.

Let’s start from Friday because that seems like the right place to start.  On Friday I decided to get up and walk an easy 3 miles.  I wanted my legs to be nice and fresh on Saturday and I wanted to be rested and prepared, hence the easy three mile walk.  I can’t really remember all that much else about Friday except that I got a lot of work finished and I ran to the store in the afternoon but mostly, I rested those damn legs in preparation.

It looked very similar to this….


Now, this is where the story gets interesting because I have to backpedal a bit and tell you about some things that have been happening around here.  You see we’ve had a bit of a situation with some ‘neighbors’.  There is a zombie house in the neighborhood that has been in foreclosure and vacant since 2001, and recently some squatters moved in.  I can’t go into all of the details but what I can tell you is that their reputations are less than stellar including several brushes with the law and some stints in jail.

Along with many neighbors, we have tried everything we know to get them removed but because the bank refuses to spend the money to hire an attorney and evict the squatters we are helpless and it has made us all a little uneasy.

Now, back to where we were.  I went to bed fairly early on Friday night in preparation for a very long run on Saturday morning and I was super excited about it.  I planned on getting up at 5:30AM, which is when I usually wake up, but instead I was jolted awake at around 5AM when the light suddenly flipped on and MacGyver came bursting into the room looking for something.


After a few seconds I looked at the clock and then I said, ‘hey, I’m not ready to get up yet!’ and MacGyver said, ‘well you might want to because somebody just tried to steal my truck.’


It took me a few minutes to process the information but once I did I shot out of bed and came out to the living room to view the security cameras.  You could see the guy trying to get into the truck and what scared him off was our thirty dollar alarm.  It’s also what woke MacGyver up.  Apparently, I slept through it all, including the part where MacGyver ran out of the house and tried to follow the guy on his bicycle.  The guy got away.  We didn’t call the police because there wasn’t really anything to report.  Nothing was stolen and you couldn’t make the guy out.  We were pissed but again, there wasn’t much we could do.

I almost said screw it and didn’t run but I wasn’t going to let anyone take that away from me.

I went out for my run around 6:30am but around the 1 mile mark I noticed the police around the corner so I ran up to see what was going on.  That was when I found out that exactly 15 minutes after someone tried to steal MacGyver’s truck, someone did steal my neighbor’s car and that someone went on a high speed chase with police and ran the car off a highway ramp!

i need booze

I called MacGyver and he came to meet the police and take them back to our house to show them our security footage so they could compare it to the guy in the car.  We don’t know if it was a match but I hope it was.

I had only run 1.09 miles and I looked at MacGyver, and he knew that I was pissed and he said ‘go finish your run’, and so I did just that.  I ran another 12.13 miles and it was the most cathartic 12.13 miles I have ever run in my life.  EVER.

We may still have squatters and criminals among us but they won’t win.  They never win.

Have you ever had a squatter in your neighborhood?