Category Archives: Wyoming

Running, Hiking, Mowing and Other Wild Activities

I have a week at home.  Alone.  Well, alone with 3 dogs, 3 cats and 2 horses.    I don’t have to even go to work!    So, what do I do when I realize I have all this ‘free’ time?  I make a schedule.  I am a long-time list maker so this just seemed natural.

Seriously, is that weird?  Is this some type of mental disorder?

 

Friday I ran into town for some groceries and to pick up an order that Patient Husband had placed at Home Depot.  He picked it out especially for me.

 

Pure joy, or excitement .    I am always shocked when there are no directions.  I guess this stuff is supposed to be inherent.  But voila’ I did it.

 

I’m sure you are wondering why I am so excited to get a new lawn mower.  Well, have you ever ‘mowed’ your lawn with a weedeater for several weeks?  That’ll do it every time.  This one is battery operated (rechargeable), but that, my friend, is not the most exciting part.

Yes.  High Intensity LED Headlights!   I cannot wait to mow the lawn at midnight.  Or during the total eclicpse.

Ok, on to more important things.  I ran 4 miles Friday.  It was not exhilarating or awesome.  It was, well, awful.  I’m not going to lie.  The first almost 2 miles were ok, but when I headed back I felt awful.  I found myself running to the shade, then walking that 10 feet and running again.  Ugh.  Oh I have a ton of excuses.  But really I just need to run more.

On my ralk (I made that up myself), I stopped to see my buddy.

 

He is sooo sweet.  I actually haven’t looked to see if it’s male or female, I just know he’s a Strawberry Roan.  So I named him Darryl.

 

Guess what else is going on up the road from Darryl?

Yep, and then some round bales, too.

 

For the summer we have encouraged, no – actually  banished  the cats to the barn.  Their constant crying to go out and in all night long was driving us crazy.  It was pretty easy – just moved their food bowls to the barn.

He’s happy……..honestly.

 

Murray prefers the penthouse.

 

After completing a few of my ‘chores’ on Saturday, I took the dogs up in the mountains.

Although the clouds moved in and it was chilly, the wildflowers are amazing.

As well as the views.

 

The dogs more than loved it.

 

I call this “A Dog in the Wildflowers”

 

I finished my binge-watching of The Good Wife.  Not real happy with the ending but I won’t say anymore.  Any other series that I should start?  I have Netflix and Amazon Prime.  Please, I feel lost without a continuous show to watch….

 

 

This is how Gus makes sure I don’t leave without him.

Now I must go check my schedule to see if I have completed all my tasks and to get an idea of tomorrow.

One step at a time,

Anne

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