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?

#Chewsday Update – And Other Weird, Made-Up Words

What the heck is #Chewsday Black Dog? – you may be asking yourself.  Well, let me tell ya.  Whether you really want to know or not.  So there.



I’ve teamed up with my accountabilibuddies, (yup – somebody made that one up too) over at Princess Prairie Runners and Darlin’ Rae in an effort to keep each other on track with our eating.  We’ve been stalking each other on our blogs, Twitter, and Instagram, and just acting as a support system when the evil junk food minions come a-callin’.

Here.  Have a banana.

Here. Have a banana.

We’ve had a few bad days along the way, but for the most part I think we’ve been able to give our efforts three out of four paws up!  Just knowing I’ll feel guilty if I go for the inevitable extra serving of that blasted tortellini the hubby insists on making every blessed week, (if only it wasn’t so friggin’ yummylicious!), helps keep this dog’s waistline from getting too out of control.  Just think girls, if we keep at it, we’ll end up looking like THIS!

Ok, maybe not.

Ok, maybe not.

I can honestly say I haven’t stepped on a scale for who knows how long, and to be honest, I really don’t care what the number says anyway.  My clothes fit pretty well – aside from a pair or two of pants that I wish fit just a LITTLE bit loser – but I’m living on the pavement and in the gym these days, so I’m good with it.  And we all have races to train for, so none of us will be spending much time sitting around on our dupas stuffing our yaps with crappy food.  I think our unofficial mantra has become, “eat like crap, feel like crap, train like crap.”  Pretty awe-inspiring, ain’t it?

Google awe-inspiring.  This is what you get.

Google awe-inspiring. This is what you get.

We’d love to have you join us our party train to happy bellies and happy training, so feel free to stalk us on our blogs, Instagram, or Twitter, using the hashtag #Chewsday.  You too can be one of the cool kids!  Maybe we’ll even get shirts made up.



Enjoy the ride.

Do you make better choices when you know someone has your back?

It’s Wonder Mutt’s Birthday!!

Guess what? I’m completely obsessed with my dog!  Not that you would have ever figured that out by:

1. The name of this blog

2. The majority of Instagram photos I post

3. My constant reference to said Wonder Mutt on said blog

4. Wonder Mutt has her own post every week

5. My never-ending mission to get the perfect picture of said Wonder Mutt which proves to be almost impossible as she’s camera-shy.

Are you ever gonna stop with that thing Ma?

Are you ever gonna stop with that thing Ma?

6. And the sheer insane number of Wonder Mutt photos on my phone, camera, and laptop

So to honor what I believe should be a national holiday, I’m going to be one of those oh-so-annoying puppy moms and take you on a run down Puppy Memory Lane.  So grab a handful of tennis balls, a pocketful of sticks, a bag full of biscuits, and hang on for a pictorial ride through life with Calypso. Ready?  Here we go!

I am the epitome of cuteness.  Just wait.

I am the epitome of cuteness. Which I will use to my future advantage.


I WILL conquer you medicine ball!

I WILL conquer you medicine ball!


I have no idea what this says, but Mommy seems pretty proud of it.

I have no idea what this says, but Mommy seems pretty proud of it.



No one’s looking right?





Pick up the pace hooman!

Pick up the pace hooman!


Sometimes you just gotta let it all hang out.

Sometimes you just gotta let it all hang out.


inner puppy

So there you have it - just a few of the numerous adventures of Calypso the Wonder Mutt.  Please feel free to share yours and your wonder mutt’s birthday wishes on our Facebook page at Black Dog Runs Disney.  (Like you would have NEVER figured that one out).  Happy Monday everyone and don’t forget – never disturb your pooch when she’s channeling her inner puppy.

Enjoy the ride.

Do you party for your pup’s birthdays?  What do you do to celebrate?

Summer Is Heating Up In The World

Who’s up for a little trip?

Come see us1

Come see us!

Being a Florida resident, and self-proclaimed lover of heat and humidity, it may seem a bit confusing to you that I stay as far away from Disney World as possible during the summer months.  My inner – and oftentimes not so inner-introvert- just does not do those kind of crowds.

I get that many peeps are subject to summer vacation restrictions, so that’s why they head to the World when they do.  So consider this my community service/good deed for the day and direct you to a couple of “cooler” things to do while battling the masses.


Aside from running from one air-conditioned attraction to the next, or end up gaining 10 pounds from sucking down every Mickey head ice cream bar in existence, I would highly suggest visiting at least one of the World’s two awesome-sauce water parks.  Up for surfing lessons or feel like body surfing some monster waves?  Then take your sweaty dupa on over to Typhoon Lagoon! Can I get a whoo hoo?!

Anyone else hear Hawaii-Five=O music playing?

Anyone else hear Hawaii-Five-O music playing?

Along with riding some sweet waves, you can hop on a tube and float your way around the lazy river.  Looking for something a little more exciting?  How about a little Humunga Kowabunga or Keelhaul Falls action?  And my personal fave – even though you’ll freeze your dupas off – Shark Reef.  Yup, no typos there.  SHARK reef.  As in big, scary man-eating sharks.  No not really.  Can’t really count on repeat business if the customers become the entrees.  But you CAN pal around with your very own bonnethead and leopard sharks.  In other words, the not so scary kind of sharks.  Honest!

Typhoon Lagoon has a bunchload of other rides, along with shopping, and places to eat.  For a full description of all the awesomeness to be had, just surf on over here.

The other water park option in the World of all things Mouse, is Blizzard Beach.  Dollar Alert: how is it in my now too many trips to WDW to remember, that I’ve never been here?  There has GOT to be something missing from one of my Disney chromosomes.  Think I better get that looked at.  Anyone know a good doctor specializing in Disney Dorkness?  Anyone?  Anyone? Bueller?

Anywho, Blizzard Beach.  Disney’s answer to a ski slope.  Just a little warmer and whole lot more melty.  Yup, melty…

Brrrr! Um, okay, maybe not.

Brrrr! Um, okay, maybe not.

You can get your zippy side happyhappyhappy on any one of BB’s gushy slides from Mount Gushmore to Summit Plummet.  Feeling a little seasick?  No worries!  Just float on over to Cross Country Creek and soak in the chilllaxness. (Watch out, she’s on a roll.)  If it’s a ski-lift feeling you’ve got a hankering for, then hop on the chair lift, which will bring you to the top of the Green Slope.  Where you can then decide if you have cahonies the size of beach balls or lose your lunch once you look down at the drops.  Your choice!

Peaceful. Until you realize certain  death awaits you.  Or just one heckuva of a dupa pucker.

Peaceful. Until you realize certain death awaits you. Or just one heckuva of a dupa pucker.

Whichever water park you decide to grace with your presence, one thing is for sure.  You will have a blast.  Period.  Big one.  Unless you’re allergic to water.  And people.  And fish.  That would really suck.

So grab a bottle of sunscreen and an extra dose of courage and head on over to where all the cool people hang.  See what I did there?  Cool people?  I know, I know.  Sometimes I just can’t stand myself.

Enjoy the ride.

Have you ever visited either of Disney World’s water parks?  Do you have a favorite?

Black Dog Has Gone Facebook!

Can you believe it?!?  This super techno-challenged bloggeridiot finally figured out how to create a Facebook page for this wondrous little piece of literary geniusness!  Thanks to Kathryn over at From Dancing to Running - who seems to be doubling as my bloggerworld instructor (must be that whole teacher thing), I’ve figured out how to set up a blog FB page as well as assault you all with multiple Tweets about aforementioned published literary geniusness-ness (?).


It actually sat there for a while unbeknownst to everyone but my aunt and one faithful follower (thanks Lisa!).  Oh wait, what’s this cute little button over here?  Invite friends?!  Say it isn’t so! (said in overly-dramatic voice).  And overnight my little brain vomiting corner of the internet became an internet sensation!  Okay, maybe not, but it sure sounded good…

Since I can’t figure out how to post a picture of my page – ugly non techno-geek moment here – you’ll just have to sail the social media seas and float on over to check it out here.  I promise, you will be entertained with silly dog pics, Miami Heat pics, more silly dog pics, motivational fitness stuff, silly dog pics, and the best…links back here to my weekly works of literary geniusnesses(?!).  Excited aren’t ya?  It’s okay, you can be excited.  Calypso is!


So make like the Wonder Mutt when I open the gate to the lake and jump on over to our Facebook page.  Hit like if you want.  At the very least it’ll make us feel loved.  A little.  Go.  Now.  Go.  You can get free money once you get there.  Okay, maybe not but it sounded good didn’t it?


Enjoy the ride. On Facebook!

(like what I did there? Did ya? Didyadidyadidyadidyadidya??)

Has your readership increased thanks to Facebook?  Any tips on growing your blog for this non techno-geek?

The Meaning of Life

Every once in a while, I stumble across a book that really hits home.  This is one of them.

Runners Guide

I don’t even remember where I first saw this book – more than likely thanks to one of you – but as soon as I saw the title, I knew I had to have it.  Kind of like some new, really cool running thingamabob.  So two minutes and a quick click onto Amazon later, this bad boy was ordered and on its way.

As I anxiously waited for its arrival from the book stork, (okay maybe not THAT anxiously – I actually forgot I had ordered it #Imadoofus) – I went about my training as usual.  Still not running yet, I was biding my time and letting all my various aches and pains heal before hitting the road again.  A couple of weeks went by when the book finally showed up and right into my trusty gym bag it went.  Little did I know, my literary – and running – psyches were about to be challenged.


Book in hand and thirty minutes on the recumbent bike went by before I even knew it, I was that caught up in Amby’s words.  Amby Burfoot, an editor-at-large for Runner’s World magazine, and a fellow native Connecticutian, (yup, made that one up too), won the Boston Marathon in 1968 and has run more miles than I can even count.  The Runner’s Guide to the Meaning of Life is his story of what all his years of running has meant to him.  And so much more to those of us who do.  SO much more.

Amby Burfoot

I have a sneaking suspicion that, aside from the differing points of view on listening to music while running, Amby and I are long-lost relatives.  This is based on no other assumption than this.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Amby considers this “greatest running song of all time” – at least according to this Black Dog – as one of his all-time favorites.  Anyone who knows me, or at least knows the three wild dogs who helped raise me, (aka my brothers), fully understand where I’m coming from here.  My heart may belong to Bon Jovi  - and let’s face it girls, who’s doesn’t? – and my dupa may move to Pitbull, but my ultimate move-it music belongs to the Boss.  See?  Cousins, at least.  Gotta be.


I don’t want to give anything away.  ANYTHING.  This book is just too darn good for that.  All I’m going to tell you is if you’re low on mantras, you’ll find plenty to refill your motivational tank.  Need to look at this crazy sport in a different way?  Check out pages 1-150.  Feel like meeting the man himself?  Attend the Manchester Thanksgiving Day Road Race on any given year.  He hasn’t missed a one since about 1963.

So if you’re still sitting here reading my senseless, dollar-flying drivel, then go to Amazon and order what should be required reading for every runner.  Go.  Now.  GO.  I’ll even make it easy for you.  You’re welcome.

Runners Guide

Click here. No here. Really. I wouldn’t kid you. Okay maybe I would, but not right now.

Enjoy the ride.

Have you ever had a book just “speak” to you?  What was it?







Notes From The Road

If you’ve been following the escapades of the two main characters of this little corner of the blogging world, then you know it’s been just over a month since I’ve returned to the road.  I am happy to report that so far, all is good.  Actually, all has been GREAT!

Whoo hoo!!!!

Whoo hoo!!!!

Here’s a quick rundown – no pun intended – of the main highlights:

Pace: has thankfully been decreasing each week.  My first couple runs were merely shakeout runs.  I had to get my body used to the actual motion of running again, after spending 4 months on a stationary bike, elliptical, or ARC trainer.  It’s comforting to know how well the body remembers!

Form: Fell right back into it.  I’m just letting my body move in a way that’s most familiar.  Why fight what it knows works best for it?

Breathing: This has never been an issue for me and one I’m entirely grateful for, especially knowing how many runners suffer from asthma or other breathing-related issues.  I still get the occasional stitch in my side, and fully expect to fight that little pain in the dupa once I start incorporating speed work again.

And the mother of them all…

ITBS: I can say with extreme cautious optimism – NOTHING YET!

Happydance, happy dance, happy dance!

Happy dance, happy dance, happy dance!

All the killer leg workouts in the gym, all the painful foam rolling, and all the melted paper cups of ice just may be starting to pay off.  I’ve had a few twinges of knee pain, but I’m pretty sure it’s more related to my ever-decreasing cushion of whatever that crap is that the kneecap sits on.  And I can ENTIRELY deal with those #shenanigans.

Arthritis?  I don't need no stinkin' arthritis!

Arthritis? I don’t need no stinkin’ arthritis!

 The Plan: is to just keep on keepin’ on.  I’ll keep suffering the hormonal teenage onslaught at the gym, all in the name of keeping the ITBS at bay.  Mileage will continue to increase slowly, but this no more than 10% a week thing is for the birds.  Besides, if I stick to that, I won’t be hitting 13 miles until, oh, the WINE AND DINE HALF! Um, can you say “not gonna happen”?  I’m still going to be smart about it, but these gams gotta get it done.  And preferably BEFORE November 8th.

Well, hellooo gorgeous!

Well, helloooo gorgeous!

Until then, I’ll keep watching what I stuff in my yap, putting in the hard work to gain some much needed strength and flexibility, and challenging myself with a handful of both live and virtual races.

Show me the bling!

Show me the bling!

And of course, running with the best (canine) running partner around.

She's a bit hairy and easilt distracted by squirrels, but she's my buddy!

She’s a bit hairy and easily distracted by squirrels, but she’s my buddy!

Because it would totally suck if I blew this chance at being able to do what so many others can’t.  AND get to run in places like this.]!

Laissez les bon temps rouler!

Laissez les bon temps rouler!

Let me know your thoughts on my progress and if you have any ideas or advice on my continued training.  I’d love to hear from you! Hear that all you nurses in the family?  The RUNNING ones?!?

Enjoy the ride.

How long after an injury did it take you to feel good about your training again?

The Mickey Miles Podcast

Disclaimer thingie: This is a completely independent opinion about the Mickey Miles Podcast straight from my brain to your eyeballs.  Feel free to completely disagree with everything I say.  Even though that would be quite rude.  But feel free anyway.:)

Being the super techno-geek that I am (NOT!), up until a few months ago, I didn’t even know what a podcast was.  Right up until I was asked to do one here.  Since then I have fully embraced the world of podding (?) and have discovered a great way of wasting killing time at work as I go about my day, pounding away on my keyboard like the good little corporate minion that I am.

You want it WHEN?!?

You want it WHEN?!?

My fellow runners at Team runDisney came up with the great idea of creating a nice long list of their favorite podcasts.  You can only imagine how happyhappyhappy this Black Dog was when I discovered I could actually listen to podcasts on my NOT IPhone! (happydancehappydancehappydance)  Remember: I’m so NOT a technogeek.  And yes, I’m throwing myself on the techo-fire here – I didn’t know you didn’t have to have an iPhone in order to listen to podcasts.  You can stop laughing now. You. You. In the red and black LL Bean flannel shirt with the Grizzly Adams beard.  Yes, you.  Stop.  Now.  Thank you.

hippie guy

Laughing at you? No, not me.

Enter the Mickey Miles Podcast!  Okay, okay, I know you’re excited but let’s hold the applause until the end.  Since I’ve discovered this lovely little corner of the internet’s poddom (?),  I have been happily pounding away to my heart’s content since, content as a Black Dog with Moose Tracks ice cream, all the while listening to the vocal talents of hosts Michelle Scribner-Maclean, Mike Scopa, and their battery of guests.  Want info on an upcoming runDisney event?  This is the place to be.  Have a question about anything concerning running?  Send it in!  They’ll answer it on one of their Disney Runner Question episodes.  Want expert advice from Jeff Galloway or Tara Gidus?  Just hit the download button and you are good to go.


What really sold me on this podcast – beyond the obvious Mouse reference – was the episode they taped here right after last year’s Boston Marathon bombings.  Touching and heartfelt, honest and human, Scribner-Maclean and Scopa made you almost feel as though you had been there.  Can’t ask for more than that. Another great aspect of the Mickey Miles Podcast is how they incorporate everyday runners like you and me into their broadcasts.  Fellow bloggers, like Kimberley from Maker Mother Marathon Runner, Megan from Running Toward the Prize, and Krissy from Shiawase Life, have all made appearances on various episodes.  Firsthand accounts from people who have participated in numerous runDisney events give their opinions and provide information on each and every race.  Anything you want to know from corral placement, to the courses, to where spectators should spectate is all covered.  Without a doubt, the Mickey Miles Podcast is your one-stop shopping for all things runDisney!

The next time you find yourself staring off into space in your little cubicle of corporate madness, or you’re just looking to listen to something other than mindless, numbing, radio blahblahblahblahblah, jog on over to the Mickey Miles Podcast and try on a few episodes for size.  I guarantee you’ll be happy you did.  If not, well, too bad.  You won’t get any money back.  Seriously.  You won’t.  Not a dime.

Nope. Not a one.

Nope. Not a one.

You may applaud now.

Enjoy the ride.

Have you ever listened to the Mickey Miles Podcast?  How do you like it?

Accountabilibuddies…And No, I Didn’t Just Make That One Up

Food challenges.  The story of my life.  Let me tell you, it can totally SUCK being, shall we say, “vertically challenged”?  What I wouldn’t give to have just a few more inches in the height department so these pounds I carry were just a smitch more spread out.  But thanks to genetics – aka short parents – there’s not a whole lot I can do about it.  Short of taking out a circus stilt walker and making a run for it.

Maybe not THIS particular stilt walker.

Maybe not THIS particular stilt walker.

Seeing as Mother Nature and I have to agree to disagree on the whole “wish I was taller” thing, I have to wave the white flag on it and move on.  To what I stuff down my yap.  Just like the lovelies at Prairie Princess Runners and Rae at Darlin’ Rae.  We’ve all come to the not-so-surprising conclusion that in order to fight our ever tightening waistbands, we need to be accountable to someone other than ourselves.  Now I’m pretty good at keeping my eating under control.  I don’t eat oversized portions and I don’t fill up on a lot of crap.  One or two mini peanut butter cups at the end of the day are just enough to satisfy my sweet cravings.  I may or may not sneak in one or two Kisses after lunch if they’re around, but I don’t HAVE to have them or face possible chocolate meltdown.



My culinary hangup? PASTA.  Any shape, any size, served with anything on it, over it, under it.  In a bowl, on a plate, off the ground, or out of the Wonder Mutt’s dog bowl - I DON’T CARE. Give it to me.  GIVE IT ALL TO ME.  NOW.

MINE! nomnomnom...

MINE! nomnomnom…

This pasta obsession of mine has to be brought under control.  I have no idea where it’s even coming from, except I’m starting to think there’s a hidden pasta gene in my makeup somewhere that someone has conveniently forgotten to inform me of.  I’m convinced more than ever I was adopted.  Probably from a family with a lot of i’s and o’s in their last name.

Since it’s always easier to drag someone else kicking and screaming on your trip to make-me-stop-eating-all-the-food-everywhere-land, (because why go it alone?), I’m stringing together some linguini and reigning in this insanity with Lisa and Rae; my…wait for it…….ACOUNTABILIBUDDIES!   Together we shall overcome!  What, I don’t really know.  But we’ll do it.  Together. One for all and all for noodles. Oh damn.


Feel free to join us on our journey as we navigate canyons of cookies, sinkholes of sugar, and oodles of noodles.  Post your smart food choices on Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook using #Chewsday.  Who knows?  Maybe you guys can be our mouth monitors and guilt us into not stuffing that insane serving spoon-sized pile of pasta down our yaps.  Or at least make us feel supremely guilty about it if we do.

Check out our progress at,, and of course right here, at  Or hook up with us on Twitter at @PrincessRunners, @RaeisaDarlin or @Vixen1267.  I know, I know.  I haven’t figured out yet how to switch everything over to a blog-appropriate Twitter thingie yet.  I’m a numbnuts like that.

Enjoy the ride.

Do you find being accountable to someone else helps you meet your food/fitness goals!