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?


WTF Wednesday, running in the 7’s

This morning I went out for a run and I decided not to look at my phone but just to run intuitively to see where I’m at physically.  I ran a five mile progression run gradually upping my speed with each mile based on how I felt without looking at my phone or Garmin and I nailed it!  The best part of the entire run was how comfortable it felt because at the very end I kicked it up a bit and I hit the 7’s, the high 7’s of course, but the 7’s.



When I got back, MacGyver asked me how my run was and I said,  “great, I ran a five mile progression run, intuitively, and I hit a high 7:50ish pace in the last mile, and it felt totally comfortable!’  I was a little excited.

And then MacGyver said, ”Well if it was so easy, why didn’t you push a little harder, maybe you would’ve hit the 6’s”


MacGyver obviously doesn’t run and I need to try a little harder all right, just not at running!

WTF?  It’s Wednesday….

Ask a runner, we know if you are bad

Wanna know if you’re a bad person?  I can probably tell you.  Well, let me clarify.  If you live in my neighborhood or rather in the vicinity in which I run every day, I can tell you, because I see you every day, and I watch you.

Im watching you

Don’t get me wrong, I mean, I’m not without fault.  I’m a bad person too.  I’ve been known to sneak into the kitchen late at night and drink straight from whatever carton is in the fridge.  I also let my dogs lick me right on the face and I ain’t even sorry about it.  It’s the reason my Mother in law often teases me and says that I french kiss my dogs and breast feed baby Hank.  (Hank is my dachshund and no, I don’t really breas feed him, I may have french kissed him once but it was not by choice.)

Once when MacGyver and I had a bit too much to drink we got a little freaky on the boat, except the boat wasn’t in the water, it was on the trailer.  Parked.  In the front yard.   I continue to honor the family name to the best of my ability.

making mommy proud

But there is no doubt about it, the one thing that I do that is decent and good is take care of myself.  I get up early every morning and I go running.  And in my quest for health I see all kinds of people and I judge and I am not gonna lie about it, because you’re all bad people just like me.

When you take your dog for a walk at 6AM and it’s still dark and you don’t think anyone else is out and you forgot your little doggie bags, and your dog shits in someone’s yard and you don’t think anyone sees it so you don’t pick it up, I see you!  You are bad.

thug life

Or bunny, to each his own.

And when you put your garbage in your neighbor’s trash cans (who happens to be on vacation) because you forgot to take yours out last week and all of your cans are full, (with mostly beer cans.) You are a bad person.

Or when you put in new windows or a new fence without a permit on a weekend when you know you aren’t supposed to, I know what you did, and you are bad.

I see the things that people in cars would have a hard time seeing because they wouldn’t have the vantage point that I do and I’m always watching you.

I could tell you where all the things happen in my neighborhood.  I also know which houses to steer clear of and where not to run when the sun goes down.  I always joke that if the cops ever want information about anything that happens in our neighborhood all they have to do is ask the runners, but the truth is, that’s exactly what they do.  Fortunately, except for the squatters, who are long gone, we don’t have all that much drama around here.

Just bad people.  And really, we’re all kind of bad in one way or another, aren’t we?

Do you find that you know more about your neighborhood since you started running?  Or am I just nosy?