Complete Failure!

I just returned yesterday from a trip to NYC.  The weather was beautiful and I took the chance to run in Central Park on Tuesday.  It was a little warm, but I am used to that.  It was a gorgeous run.  I was able to snap a few pics along the way and one in particular of the Plaza.  It's amazing how many tourists there are in NYC at any time of the day, 365 days a year. 

While I did have a good time running in Central Park, I have enough sense to know that I am not going to be able to compete in the Asheville Half without injuring myself.  I would like to go and support my running buddies, but can't justify the cost of the hotel considering I am having new brakes installed on the Passat tomorrow, $400.  I hope my friends will understand.

I hope to get out and do a nice run this weekend and maybe a bike ride.  I am searching for my motivation and seeing all those skinny people in NYC has helped a little.  I mean, there are still fatties in NY, but most of them are tourists.  ;-)

My best friend, Scarlett, was teaching her little boy animal sounds the other day and they were teaching him to 'moo' like a cow.  Her husband, French Fry as I call him, told him..."It's the sound Uncle De makes."  Well, I never.  Course, Ross starts mooing immediately.  The very idea.  I know I have put on a little weight, but in the words of Suzanne Sugarbaker, "You all act like I oughta be buying bolts of fabric down at Georgia Tent and Awning!"  Sniff, sniff!

Thanks Sammy for keeping me company in NYC.  The margarita we had in that shithole BBQ joint was worth the trip!  I missed Ian being with me on the trip and I am sorry I won't be able to go with him when he takes Baxter up there next week.  Ships, passing in the night.

Cheers!  Bloody cheers!

I am weak...

Well, I got back last night from my business trip to Memphis and Nashville.  I took time in Memphis to see friends and to spread some of Gracie's ashes along the Mississippi River.  She loved running along the river out at Harbor Town.  Jenness went with me and it was nice to have someone along that knew Gracie. 

I did fall of the cookie wagon, not more than 5 hours after my last post, I was stuffing my cake hole full of Petit Ecoliers, the milk chocolate ones.  I am weak, yes, I am!  

I did finally run last Wednesday night, with Greg.  It was a good run.  I managed to eek out 26 minutes of actual running.  We made a stop or three along the way.  I hope to run this evening, but you never know.

I am going to the doctor this afternoon for this persistent cough.  It's annoying everyone around me.  My boss, Ian, Heath, people in the grocery store, people on the plane, and most off all, ME!  It's a tickle cough that you can't ignore.  So, maybe he will give me a good review.  I also intend to get my Xanax refilled for my flying anxiety.  I had it filled in 2007 and have managed to make the 10 pills last until this year.  It's not the actual flying that makes me so anxious, it's the crowded plane, delays, and bullshit that you have to put up with.  The Xanax helps.  And a margarita with the Xanax double helps.

I know this blog is supposed to be about running, but it just isn't happening.  The half marathon is in three weeks.  Time will tell if I will be a spectator or a participant.