Crazy Days

Since the time for creating this little literary piece of genius is extremely limited today, I’m going to blow through this like the tornado my brain looks like.  So hang on.  It might get scary.

My brain.  Constantly.

My brain. Constantly.

Wonder Mutt – I walked in the door yesterday to what sounded like a lion trying to hack up a hairball.  Apparently Lucy thought it would be nice to leave us with a parting gift – aka kennel cough.  Off to the vet we go this afternoon.  On the up side, Lucy did find her furever home and went home with her new humans last night. #Adoptionwin



Brooks Ghost 7s – Cranked out my first three miles in the new dogs last night and may I say they rock?  Okay, thanks.  They ROCK!  Of course mine look much better buried in Beecause Charms bling.  Just sayin’.

Like the wind.  Really.

Like the wind. Really. Blustery.

Running – I am happy to report that the pavement and I have been getting along pretty well lately.  I was actually able to crank out the aformentioned 3 miler with a training PR average mile of 9:12.  May sound like zombie pace to most of you, but for this turtle, it may as well have been Greased Lightning.

"...burning up the quarter mile..."

“…burning up the quarter mile…”

Laser therapy – Since I’m going no holds barred with trying to keep that nasty ITBS from making a reappearance, I’m trying something new.  Twice a week, I get beat up for a few minutes by a massage therapist (aka retired member of the WWF), followed by a few minutes of getting zapped by this thing.

The doctor's name is Jetson.  Honest.  I wouldn't kid you.  Okay, maybe.

The doctor’s name is Jetson. Honest. I wouldn’t kid you. Okay, maybe.

I even get to wear what looks like yellow cataract glasses while I’m getting zapped.  Fashion score to say the least.  I may even try to market them for the fashion conscious runner.  #not

So that’s my brain vomit for the day.  My apologies if it gave you motion sickness.  Just send me your PayPal information and I’ll send you a bottle of Pepto right away.  I’m helpful like that.

Enjoy the ride.

Ever have one of those weeks where it feels like you’re living in the middle of a Disney ride?  How do you keep from going completely insane?

It’s That Time Again! #Chewsdays and Accountabilibuddies

In case you missed part one  and part two  of our ongoing #Chewsday Challenge, go ahead and check them out.  Go.  Now.  Hurry up.  We’re waiting.

Does anyone else hear the Jeopardy theme music playing?

Does anyone else hear the Jeopardy theme music playing?

I’m happy to say that not only have we harangued welcomed 2 more victims blends into our fold, (welcome Kellie and Nicole!)I think we’ve actually been doing pretty well as far checking in with each other and keeping the healthy train on the tracks.  Well, mostly.  Everyone’s entitled to a few minor derailments every so often.

hungry horse

Remember those pants I was complaining about a month ago?  It’s just a tiny bit, but yeah – they’re looser!  Can I get a big Black Dog whoo hoo?!  Technically, it may only be a smidge looser, but I’ll take what I can get.  Plus, with our weekly challenges of drinking plenty of water, no fried foods, and incorporating fruit and veggies into every meal, it’s making our journey into Healthy Land just a little bit easier.  Of course, we’re also masters at this:

We can rationalize anything.  ANYTHING.

We can rationalize anything. ANYTHING.

I think we can all agree though that this has been a fun trip with plenty of side roads into Twitter crazy land.  On any given day Kellie is rationalizing the veggies in cream cheese counting as a vegetable serving, Lisa taunting us with promises of Mars Bars Chocolate Cookie thingies, Rae torturing us with gorgeous beach pics, or Nicole making us laugh so hard with her snarkiness that we almost mess our drawers.  What more can a girl ask for?  Oh wait I know – get everyone (almost) to sign up for another Disney race AND start thinking about flying all over the continental United States for another half marathon.  I can so see where this accountabilibuddy relationship is going…



So if you’re looking for a bunch of silly chicas who keep each other in line (mostly), and have a great time doing it, then come join us.  We’d love to suck you in welcome you to the cool kids club.  Really.  We would.  Right ladies?  There’s just one entrance question: do you consider cupcakes to be a food group?  All rationalizations welcome.

Like I said....

Like I said….

Enjoy the ride.

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Life As Seen From The End of a Muzzle

Ever wonder why dogs always seem to be so content?

zzzzz, zzzzz, zzzzz

zzzzz, zzzzz, zzzzz

It doesn’t matter if it’s sunny, raining, hot, cold, the stock market is thriving or crashing, if you’re thin, heavy, short, or tall – dogs only want four things: food, sleep, nooky, and companionship.  Mainly yours.  It’s the most simple, and most beautiful way to look at life.



I often wonder what’s going on in the Wonder Mutt’s head.  Daddy insists there’s nothing more than the occasional Scooby Doo sounding huh?  I like to think she’s somewhat more of a thinking dog.  She has proven to be quite smart when it suits her.  Like when she runs outside and squats for .5 seconds and runs back in knowing she’ll score a biscuit.  As though I would be fooled into thinking she actually did her business in that flash of time.  Okay, call me a fool.  A BIG one.  Who wouldn’t be for this face?

Who can deny this face?

Who can deny this face?

If there’s one thing Calypso is, it’s a happy dog.  Dogs who so long for our companionship, sit patiently by the front door all day while we’re at work, just waiting for that moment we walk in.  And anyone who thinks dogs can’t tell time have their head in the sand.  Wonder Mutt has her furry dupa parked right inside the door at the same time every day and doesn’t move until I decide to show up.  Unless Dad’s home and just threw down dinner.  Yeah, no competing with vittles.

Mmmph, mmggrprp!

Mmmph, mmgpphp, bbbhmmmph!

However, I don’t think there’s much that makes the Wonder Mutt more happy than when she’s spending time with her humans, either while they’re running, swimming, or just hanging out on the couch.  And honestly, neither are we.

Mutt Collage

So the next time you find yourself all worked up in a tizzy over something that more than likely is really stupid, take a step back for just a second.  Look at it as though you were peering down a long, furry muzzle.  Can you eat it, play with it, sleep on it, or…well. you know….with it?  If not, then do what every smart mutt in the world does with their problems – pee on it and walk away.  Seriously.  Always seems to work in this back yard.  And front yard.  And across the street.  And up the block, And around the corner.  You get the idea.

 Enjoy the ride.

Ever try looking at life through your dog’s eyes?  What do you think goes on in their heads?


Beat the Blerch? Whoo hoo!!!

Remember this evil little blobborama?

Evil minion.

Evil minion.

Well, let me tell ya, the man responsible for putting a name to this evil little dude, has found a way to beat this blobbo into submission.  On September 20 and 21, Matthew Inman, Mr. Oatmeal himself, has inspired a race weekend, including options to run either a 10k, half, or full marathon.  As soon as news of the races hit the web, Blerch fans went wild. Credit cards were flying out of wallets, mouses were being clicked at the speed of light, and the hungry little Blerch started rubbing his twiggy little hands together, hungry for a whole new herd of victims.  But unlike many a disappointed runDisney fan, who decided to think about hitting the register button, only to end up beating their head against the wall in entry denial angst, Mr. Oatmeal decided to add a virtual Blerch race option. Oh, happy day!

funny dog face

This is my happy face.

You know where this is going, right?  You betcha!  This Black Dog jumped on that register button faster than the Wonder Mutt can inhale a biscuit.  And since I conveniently have a half marathon distance plugged into my Wine and Dine training plan, why not just make it an easy peasy race pace day?  And check out the swag!

Stickers and medals and stress balls, oh my!

Stickers and medals and stress balls,   oh my!

Since I’m starting to really get into this whole virtual racing thing, what better way to add to the bling collection?  And really, who wouldn’t want have the oh-so-coveted Blerch monster medal hanging on their medal rack?  Hello awesome bling sweetness!  I’m so excited I could just, well….

Exhibit A.

I don’t know what happened.  She was running around screaming about the Blerch and BAM!

So if you feel like being one of the cool Beat The Blerch kids, sign up for one of the virtual races here.  Go.  Now. Go!  It’s the only way we can beat this little sucker into submission.


Enjoy the ride.

Have you ever done a virtual race?