The current story about the polygamist / pedophiles compound in Texas makes me sick. The common denominator in all extreme "fundamentalist" religions seems to be the total subjugation of women and children, to the pleasure of the few males in control. The men really make me sick, but everytime I see a brainwashed "sect woman" with that cow-like contented look on her face, I get even sicker. It's as if she's happily left her brains behind, and has left her entire soul and welfare in someone else's hands.
Sorry about the non-running-related post. Some things just piss me off.
Yep. Twice in one week! I ran at the Wednesday night run for a nice 6-mile tempo run with the "fast" group. I surprised myself by running effortlessly on the flat hard stuff. (I haven't run on pavement since December 2007).
On the weekend, we scheduled a run in Downtown KCMO, to take in the exquisite graffiti, and the changing downtown sights and sounds on a quiet Saturday morning. It had rained a total of 5 inches late last week, so most of our normal trails were mudded-out, and would have sustained damage to them, if we'd run on them. The run was fun. Raul, Strawberry Hill Runner, Tim and our out of town guest, Rapid City Man ran with me. After the run, Raul and I had breakfast with SHR and her Hubby.
During breakfast, I noticed that it was painful to eat OATMEAL...one of my crowns was throbbing and was painful to touch. Before the run it had been fine. Huh? I guess a tooth root had decided to go south, and the extra blood pressure increase from running was the trigger that set it to throbbing and spiraling out of control into Major Painville. My dentist's emergency number didn't answer, so I ended up going to the ER at a local hospital for pain meds and Amoxicillin. I didn't see any pain relief until 1:00 a.m. Sunday morning, and of course, couldn't run (and could barely walk straight, due to pain, and the effects of the meds). So, I ended up being a slacker all day Sunday.
Now for the Mud Babes. Sophia came up with a name for Female Trail Nerd members: Mud Babes. Strawberry Hill Runner and her decided to form a Brew to Brew (44-mile) relay team, called "Bad Ben's Mud Babes." (Brew to Brew was held on Sunday, April 6). The team ultimately consisted of Sophia "First Mud Babe" Spencer, S.H.R., AKA CynicalMudBabe, and Kelley "Mizuno Grrl" Johnson.
Sophia Takes her Training For Brew to Brew Seriously
S.H.R. has a friend that does illustrations for the KC Star, and he came up with a design for their shirts. It's a keeper. Shirt Design. While they were running, I was staffing the last Brew to Brew aid station with some other Trail Nerds and wonderful volunteers. Some of the volunteers were new to Kansas City and/or the Nerds, and it was wonderful that they could be there. What a blast we had...and a total of 62 trains went by (thankfully) without incident. We also got to see many Nerds go by in teams and Solo. Raul Flores took 2nd place in solo, despite not having trained for it. Danny Miller wrote a good race report, and it is here.
It was a busy week, and my training went well, but it ended on a sour note with my aching tooth and swollen mouth. I'll get into the dentist early Monday morning, so I should be okay by Tuesday night for running. (Photo: Raul Flores leaving boat crossing area).
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I find ways to enjoy life as much as I can. Also, life's too short to treat people poorly.
I'm into long runs in the park, consuming salt, popping blisters,
eating roadkill & tree bark, and burying whiners in shallow, unmarked
graves. I also enjoy designing trail race courses that would make the
Marquis de Sade blush.
A fun time for me would include banging muddy shoes together, setting
broken bones with a machinist's vise, and duct-taping-down any part of my
body that is bleeding or just flopping-about uselessly.
What helps me to be an active trailrunner and grandpa?
1) Daily sponge baths with bovine stem cells;
2) Copious amounts of delicious & nutritious homebrewed beer; and
3) My secret elixir...Bicarbonate of Figleaf.