Braving a Few Things and Saying Good bye to Kazmir

So let’s talk a little about my run this morning.   It was very nice because there were no appointments today and I could just leave whenever I was ready.  I have started using KT tape on my knee.  I have always worn one of those straps under my knee, but this seems to really make it feel better.   The next item I looked at was the wind.  It was hovering (that probably isn’t the appropriate verb) around 11-12 mph.  If you have read any of my past blogs, you know I hate wind.  But I decided to try to brave it anyway.

Off I went.  I have a fairly long driveway so I did some of the “dynamic warm-ups” that I’ve read about.  It consisted of some skips, some high knees and some butt kicks.  I had my latest podcast on.  Then as I turned onto the road, my podcast ended!    Now here’s another fact about me:  I can not, will not, run in silence.  But I decided to try to brave it anyway.

The first mile actually went pretty well.  I could hear the water in the river, the meadowlarks, the deer (just kidding) – in fact, it was like listening to one of those nature noise recordings or maybe singing ‘The hills are alive’.

Then mile two.  As I was finishing it, I heard something.  Heavy breathing -like that on a dirty phone call.  Or maybe more like someone with emphysema, or maybe it was me.

Haha wasn’t that creepy?

 

THAT is why I must have music or audiobooks or a podcast – anything to block out the sound of my huffing and puffing!  So I stopped, walked and set up my next podcast chapter.  Off I went. 

At the 3.5 mile mark, Patient Husband was there waiting for me.  When I asked why he didn’t wait for my text, he said he just felt worried and decided to come get me.  I asked if there were calls from the neighbors but he just looked confused.  🙂  This story is longer than my run!

Next, we were taking my horse, Kazmir, to his new owner. Even though they are a perfect match, I knew this was going to be tough for me.  Here he is at his new home meeting his new pasture-mate.  (Kazmir is the gray).   I think they are going to be best friends.

Even Buddy the dog got inside with Kazmir and they got along very well.  As I was walking away he whinnied at me.  Yep, pulled at my heart strings.

 

More spring baby pictures. (Prong horn antelope)

 

A hunting panther.  Oh no, never mind, it’s just Murray.

 

And now for all you people who have those fancy footed horses:

 

I hope your week is going well.

One step at a time,

Anne

 

Anyone else out there have trouble running without music?

Anyone ever gotten rid of a pet that felt like a family member?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Amazing Ultra Runners And An Amazing Dad

Did you ever have fun at a race without even running?  I did, and the only running I did was to grab more finisher awards.  Saturday was day 2 of the Big Horn Trail Run.  This is a grueling trail run with the following distances:  18 miles, 32 miles, 50 miles and 100 miles.

I started at noon and the 100-milers had been running since 10 a.m. on Friday!!    From all reports they met up with mud and snow during the night.

This was my position while waiting for the runners to cross the finish line.

Not bad, huh?

A view of the the park and you can see what a beautiful day it was.

Things I heard the 100-milers say when they completed:  That was brutal; that was intense, it was horrible.  And yet, overall, the 100-milers appeared in better shape than the lower mileage runners.  I’m not sure why.  Maybe they are mentally and physically better trained for the terrible conditions.  Because the medical tent was next to the finish line, we helped some of the finishers over there – some about to lose whatever was in their stomach, an asthma attack, someone who described their shin had ‘blown out’ (nothing to see but it sure sounds awful), and of course many feet that I wish I hadn’t seen.

This was a common sight of the rear view of most runners.  Sorry it’s somewhat blurry, I zoomed in so that I wouldn’t seem like a creepy old lady.

I also saw some great stuff.  Lots and lotscid:ED27BE6B-9D34-43C9-9507-1DA52199F08E of children running across the finish line with their Mom or Dad.  One woman (older, like me) bent over after crossing the line and when I asked her if she was ok, told me yes.  This was her ‘come back’ run and she needed a moment.  I loved this.  Then there was a 100-miler who crossed the line and ran into a group of family members and started sobbing.  People thanking me for being there, and even someone who wanted me in his finish line photo!  Huh?  I am nobody.   But I can relate to the elation of crossing a line – no matter the distance or the time.  It’s a moment that you want to savor and to share with everyone.

When I got home, I was exhausted.  I mean I had been around all those ultra-marathoners…..    I actually was really tired but also quite sore.  I have done a week of ShaunT Insanity and my glutes and legs are really feeling it.

And now it’s Father’s Day.  If your Dad is around give him a huge hug.  If he’s farther away, pick up the phone.  No card or text is as good as hearing your voice.  And if, like me, your Dad has passed away, you’ll get that tight feeling in your chest (no matter how long its been) again.  It never goes away.

 

1945 WWII pilot. Kneeling on the right.

 

Dad and all of us.

 

 

One step at a time,

Anne