Gentlemen, I apologize. Refer to the link above. Ladies, I give you this: a nice, big, red cock!
Cockadoodle do! Welcome to 2009!
It feels like ages since my last post, which was a bit lean on the details of my finally reaching 1,000 miles, on the nose and not one inch more.
Tuesday night, I ran a comfortable seven miles and felt confident about finishing the year with an eight-miler on Wednesday. While I was sleeping, however, the Cold Miser reared his icicley head and dropped a shock-and-awing three inches of snow.
Tuesday was mild and there wasn't a speck of snow on the ground, nor a hint of snow-to-be when I went to bed. Then, P00F! Hello, snow! Not the worst I've seen, but a surprise nonetheless. The quick change in weather made for a slushy undercoating to the powdery snow cover on New Year's Eve. Good thing I got those YakTrax.
I was blazing a trail for the first mile, but then I discovered I wasn't the only asshole out there as I passed another runner going the opposite way, then several walkers with their dogs, and even a bicyclist who was just starting out when I was finishing.
My beard was full of icicles at the end, and I hoped it wasn't frozen snot. But it felt good to achieve one last goal to finish 2008 for a solid 50 percent on the year's scorecard. Now, I guess it's time to map out 2009.
However, I have no New Year's resolutions to post. I have no goals set for the year. In fact, I haven't run a single step this year. Ever since 2008 ended, I've been hibernating. (And Johnnie Walker-ing and Korbel-ing and ouzo-ing and Riesling-ing and brandy-ing ... and so on.)
2009 has been great so far!