Don’t You Wish Life Had A Rewind Button?

So in an effort to be proactive about finding out exactly what keeps causing this…

Oh.  It's YOU again...

Oh. It’s YOU again…

I decided to take myself off to the experts.  Seeing as I conveniently live within a reasonable distance of a major league football team, I figured why not avail myself of THEIR medical miracle workers?  BUT, of course, one must go to one’s own doctor first, because heaven forbid one just take oneself off to said experts without permission.  This lovely jump through the hoops excursion landed me in the exam room yesterday of a doctor I had never met.  An hour past my appointment time. After sharing the lobby with some germ-emanating woman who actually sneezed in her hand then used that same hand to write her name down on the sign in sheet.  E-GADS.

Say it isn't so!

Say it isn’t so!

Here’s where my aggravation factor multiplied exponentially.   I simply want to jump through the appropriate insurance company hoops to get a referral to see The MAN about my ITBS.  Next thing you know, I’m laid out on the table for an EKG (normal), and given forms to go get my blood supply sucked dry.  (Actually, more like just getting my iron level checked, but it sounds so much more dramatic when there’s a vampire connotation involved, doesn’t it?) Then, as if I wasn’t already aggravated enough, I have to explain to THEM (as in the office staff – you know the ones who deal with the insurance hoops EVERY DAY), what THEY need to do with the insurance company so I can go see The MAN.  Me.  The PATIENT.  Am I the only one seeing the horrible dark comedy of errors in this whole situation???

Be afwaid Black Dog. Be vewy, vewy afwaid.

Be afwaid Black Dog. Be vewy, vewy afwaid.

So instead of actually having a productive day, I will be spending it on the phone arguing with my, playing intermediary between my doctor’s office and insurance company, all in an effort, to – here’s a novel idea – TAKE CARE OF MYSELF.

So let me take this moment to apologize dear readers, for the momentary lapse in sanity and rant against all things medical.  Hopefully though, the light at the end of the tunnel will be that I DO actually end up getting to see The MAN, who will then proceed to tell me in the first five minutes of my visit that he knows exactly what is wrong with these blasted IT bands, and can fix them in 20 minutes or less.  Or even 30.  I’ll take 30.  Maybe there will even be some hot, retired football player waiting in the lobby when I get there.  Nothing wrong with a little bit of eye candy to brighten up the wait.

How you doin'?

How you doin’?

Enjoy the ride.

Do the hoops you have to jump through for insurance companies make you absolutely insane?  Have you ever just wanted to scream unintelligible curses at your doctor? Have you actually done it?  Did it get you anywhere?

Sheer Outrage

I know you guys typicaly stop by for a laugh, giggle, or somehwat skewed outlook on life.  If that’s what you’re looking for today, you ain’t gonna get it.  I’m pissed. REALLY PISSED. I’m not going to get up on my soapbox about this ass and a half, as that would end up in this little blogspot becoming a blog novel.  Suffice it to say, I’m pissed, thankfully alot of people in my neck of the woods are also, and hopefully this guy will get exactly what’s coming to him.

http://www.nbcmiami.com/news/local/Man-Arrested-After-Pet-Pit-Bull-Found-Badly-Burned-in-Hollywood-279140081.html

Take a moment, watch what this a-hole did, and if the mood strikes you, please, PLEASE, pick up the phone and make the call that could help save this poor animal’s life.  Then go find your dog, cat, whatever critter you may love, and give them a big loving hug and an extra biscuit.  Or a steak.  They deserve it.  Thank you.

Enjoy the ride.

Would somebody PLEASE explain to me why people find it so necessary to abuse a loving, helpless animal?  PLEASE?!?

Miles, Music, and Mayhem

Make sure you guys check out the Mickey Monday Linkup and check out some awesome-sauce blogs from some of my fellow Disney fanatics!!

If you spent any time stalking my adventures on social media this weekend, then it wasn’t very difficult to figure out what I was up to.

FINALLY!!!

FINALLY!!!

It came down to a last-minute decision as to whether or not we would make the trip or just wait until Wine and Dine Weekend.  But the lure of Sister Hazel, (for the third year running), and a generous offer of free passes, (who am I to say no?), sealed the deal.  So at approximately 1347 hours on Friday, the Hubs, Wonder Mutt, and me, jumped into our Interspacial Telekinetic Super Mouse Transporter Device – okay, okay, our truck – and headed north to the land of all things wonderful and glorious.  But first, we had some minor details to attend to.  You know, like getting me back on track for THIS.

Ooooooohhhh, pretty.....

Ooooooohhhh, pretty…..

And unless you haven’t been paying attention, (it’s okay, happens to me all the time.  ALL the time), then you know my favorite place to train – outside of you know where, of course – is right up the road.

WOTAfter my IT meltdown, a temporary vacay from pounding the pavement, and a week’s worth of laser and massage therapy, I gingerly laced up the shoes Saturday morning and headed out.  Oh wait, seeing as my hubs was in a sharing mood, he decided why by selfish and keep his cold germs to himself?  I love you honey, but that REALLY wasn’t necessary.

Thankfully, my superior bug-fighting skills kicked in and, after a decent night’s zzzzfest, I woke up ready to rock.  Never having been able to concentrate long enough to do the whole run/walk thing, (Oh look!  What a pretty flower!), I decided to give it another shot in the hopes of keeping the pain in check.  So off onto a 4-5 mile, 4:1 ratio I go.  Since I didn’t want to push either my immune system or my knees, I kept my pace well in check and happily, wound up feeling like this!

Happy knees make me smile!

Happy knees make me smile!

Now that’s not to say it was a pain-free run, and after all, it WAS only 4.5 miles, but at least I didn’t end up in tears like the last time.  And THAT, my dear BloggerWorld friends, is ALWAYS a reason to smile.  Even if my face does closely resemble a bowl of strawberry Jello-O.

With all this happy-happy-joy-joy juice a-flowin’, what better time than to head off to my favoritest (?) place on the planet to play at being the world’s greatest groupies and getting into all kinds of mayhem?

Meet Mayhem.  Parts 1, 2, and 3.

Meet Mayhem. Parts 1, 2, and 3.

"It's all for UUUUU!"

“It’s all for UUUUU!”

(They may be from that OTHER city, but the really DO love Miami!)

And my day got even better when one of my bros paid me a surprise visit!

Cheeeeese!

Do I have spinach in my teeth?

So as I sit here replaying all the awesome-sauce moments of the past 72 hours, all I can say is this.  You may not think there’s such a thing as Disney magic.  But when you can come back from what seemed to be a running disaster, to feeling like you just may be able to kick that asphalt once again, to fate dropping a brother and fellow Disney Dork directly into your path, all the while wreaking all kinds of havoc with a few of your best Disney buddies at the most Magical Place on Earth, well….then you JUST DON’T GET IT.  But keep trying anyway.  You just never know.

"When you wish upon a star..."

“When you wish upon a star…”

Enjoy the ride.

Ever have one of those days where everything just seemed to fall into place without you even trying?  Didn’t it feel great?  Was Disney involved?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Leaving On A….

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Okay, well maybe not one of THESE jet planes, but you get the idea.

For the next few wonderous, glorious, non-work filled weeks, this Black Dog is outta here!  Lovely, wonderful, beautiful, finally accrued enough friggin’ vacation time is here and I am HIS-TOR-EE.  At least until the end of the month.

So with a major blogger fail – no guest bloggerers  – we can operate on an absence makes the heart grow fonder theory.  And hopefully not the out of sight out of mind theory.  You can follow my West Coast adventures though, on IG, Twitter, and occasionally even Facebook.  I promise to inundate you with wondrous pictures of places you probably wish you could be, eating drool producing magnificent foods, and drinking copious amounts of libations.  Seriously.  Promise.  I’m good like that.

So until we meet again my dear, loyal friends, au revoir, adios, addio, and adeus.  That last one is Gaelic.  Yeah, I’m showing off.  Not really.  It’s Google Translate.  See ya on the flip side!

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Enjoy the ride.

Today We Honor

Today we honor those we’ve lost.

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Today we honor those we loved.

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Today we honor those who sacrificed.

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Today we honor the heroes we might not otherwise remember.

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But through all the tears, the sadness, and the heartache, we go on.  We heal as a nation, we heal together.  And we will never forget.

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Enjoy the ride.

I hope you take a moment today and remember the thousands who lost their lives on that horrible day.  We owe it to them to never forget their bravery, sacrifice, and amazing acts of unselfishness which allowed so many others to live.  We owe it to them to LIVE.

Sometimes You Just Need a Slap Upside the Head

Not that any of us ever WANT one, we just NEED IT.  Welcome to my day.  Actually my month. And here’s why.

Having never done a tempo run before last week, I wasn’t sure how to go about it.  Thanks to Coach Krissy’s Master Plan of Getting Black Dog to a 2:00 Wine and Dine Half Marathon, I knew I had to get 2 miles done at an 8:43 pace.  Pretty quick for my short, little, dumpy legs, but still doable.  OR SO I THOUGHT.

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After my second tempo run ever, all I wanted to do was bang my head against a wall and call it a day.  I’ve never been a fast runner – at least fast by my standards – and this latest mess just reinforced my quickly crashing 2 hour Wine and Dine dream.  And then I saw this.

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And did this.

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Whenever things look like they’re headed for the toilet bowl, all I need is to see is that furry little face.  She’s had a miserable couple of days, thanks to her pool jumping OCD.  She just can’t control her obsession with jumping in our BFF’s pool. Over and over and over and over and over again.  And over and over and over and over AGAIN.  She does it so much she ends up tearing up the skin on her pads and limps around the house for the next three days.  But given the chance, she’d still be over there jumping.  It’s that whole living in the moment thing that all dogs have.  How can you not appreciate that?

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Whoo hoo!!

So after seeing that face that was so happy to see my sweaty, nasty, worn out body back home again, it put everything back in perspective.  (Yup, there’s my favorite word again). I may not have hit the times I needed to on my run, and who knows if I ever will.  But I’m sure as hell going to keep trying. Over and over and over and over.  Call it my version of pool jumping OCD.  And if I hit it, great!  If not, at least I’m going to try and have fun getting there.  I guess it’s all just part of trusting the process.  And living in the moment.  Maybe the hubby will even give me a biscuit afterwards.

biscuit please

Please. No stupid pet tricks. Save me a shred of dignity.

Enjoy the ride.

Do you ever find yourself “stuck” in your training?  Do you let it bother you or do you keep getting out there and trust the training process?  Is there something you have OCD about?  It’s okay, you’re among friends.