Cats, Ducks and Turtles (Oh My!)

Only when running will you see the following things within a two-week span:

1.) A cat being chased (and dive-bombed) by two birds
2.) A one-legged duck, hopping out of your path
3.) Three separate turtles in need of mid-street rescuing
4.) A cat romping through its yard…with a snake dangling out of its mouth
5.) A souped-up, bright blue/purple Buick with custom Wolverine-busting-out-of-the-paint job graphics on both the hood and side panels, along with a three tiered horn mounted on the front

Other observations from recent runs:

1.) I hated horseflies when I was a youngster at the local swimming hole. In the years since, they have done nothing to allay that feeling.
2.) Puppies are cute, even when they don’t listen to their shouting masters and run alongside you, yanking on your shoelaces.

And, from the “I could have told you that” file:

1.) Georgia heat/humidity is not what one would consider “ideal” for many-mile runs, no matter the hour you venture out (though it certainly helps to have a bike-with-a-large-basket riding mother that can tag along and tote much-needed fluid replacements from time to time).

Monthly mileage, to date: 140.44 miles, with a week and a half to go.

How I’m feeling:
Body: legs are decently, but not overly, tired
Mind: tired—I’ve got to work on getting to bed (and actually turning off the lights) earlier
Spirit: undaunted, and progressively getting more excited (so much so that, a week ago, it took me over an hour to get to sleep, due to thinking about the race; first time that’s ever happened a month out from an event)

Only 22 days until the big race.