Category Archives: trail running

Home Alone but Gettin’ it Done

So far this week I feel like I have accomplished quite a bit.    Each day I’ve checked off items on my list that I wanted to get done.    From cleaning (those things I put off eternally) to reading one magazine a day.  I had a stack of 11 magazines just waiting for me.   So this is how I forced myself to read…..


I also spent some time with the horses.  The weather has been in the low 70s and just beautiful.  After working Durango a little,  I actually rode him bareback in the round pen.  Let me tell you – that is HUGE for me.  But both of us did very well.  I couldn’t figure out how to get a picture of it, so you’ll just have to look at this picture and imagine me on his back.

Then I found ‘crud’ on the back of one of Banjo’s hooves.  This was the medical term I used to describe it to the vet.  So Shawn (my new favorite vet – BVF) came out to the barn.  Turns out Banjo  had cut it and it was healing poorly (Hence, the crud).  After cleaning it up – this is what we have:

Now I am supposed to change this bandaging every 3 days.  I can guarantee 2 things:  I will re-bandage it every 3 days,  and it will not ever look like this.


I had to go into town, so of course the whole crew rides along.  I cannot believe how intense Jake is.  He never takes his eyes off the road.


Then there is Gus:

At night when I have my snack of carrot sticks, this is my view:

Why do they love carrots so much?


This morning before I left for my run, I went out to the barn to let the horses out to the pasture.  Hmmm, I didn’t see them in their corrals.  When I opened the barn door,  this is what I saw!   I had no idea it was “All you can eat Wednesday buffet”

I have been very good about running each day.  Only between 2-4 miles , but at least I’m out there.

Some baby ducks that were sooo tiny.  I guess they don’t have to learn how to swim; but do they have to practice turning?

This morning I ran on one of Sheridan’s pathways for a little over 3 miles and then treated myself to breakfast at the coffee shop.   Now I could get used to this.

I may have mentioned that I dabble (that’s about all I can say) in pottery.  Patient Husband bought me my own pottery wheel and kiln about 2 years ago.  I have never turned the kiln on!  I usually would take anything I made to the pottery classes I went to and had them fired there.   So on my to-do list was to finally use the kiln.

It is very intimidating to say the least.  It is an older version, so no computerized, auto display on this baby.   My sister gave me the great idea to watch a youtube video.  Perfect!

So today I loaded it up with my collection and started ‘er up.  It takes 8 hours.  Tomorrow I will look and see what I have produced!


I have two new podcasts that I am listening to.  One is called ‘Marathon Training Academy”.  Each episode is very interesting and although they are about running, they cover a ton of interesting subjects.   The other is called ‘Someone Knows Something’, series 2.  It’s a true-crime mystery.

As I sit here, Jack is trying to tell me it’s bedtime.


We are on the downside of the week.  Oh and I am still on baby call.  Amanda has been sentenced to bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy (2 more weeks).  My bag is packed and I’m ready to hit the road as soon as she calls.

If you would like a morning chuckle about treadmills, go HERE.

Have a great Thursday.

One step at a time,



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,