Her Day

Today is a big day. One of the people I love most in this world is getting married. As someone I care so much about, I am flooded with emotions for her. The joy in seeing her so happy, the hope for her future, and everything in between are playing out. I love her with all my heart and just want her to be happy. It's hard to step back and not interject my own life's experiences to compare. Last night, at the rehearsal I saw a woman on the verge of a very happy day. That helps a lot. 

Happy Friday to You

Taste

On the Denver Cruiser Ride last night I tucked in behind a bike with loud speakers and good music. That is the way I like to roll on those rides for certain. The music last night was a fantastic mix of mash-ups that started with a blend of War Pigs and a popular Ludacris song about asking a woman to move. I  enjoyed the mixes of rap, metal, and punk with a few pop rifts here and there I asked the guy afterwards before joining the Circle of Death what the mix was. He told me it was Girl Talk.

After a little searching I found it was a free download and got the whole album. Listening this morning I was so enjoying it that I felt like I had to share it with someone right away. A good tune will do that. Then I thought, who the hell do I know that would like this? It raised a curious idea on liking something in real life. I wondered if there are two types that encounter something they enjoy a lot. The types that like something and think everyone will and then the types like me that feel their taste is some particular or peculiar, others would not enjoy it. I know I have been bombarded by some people's affinity only to ponder why they thought I would enjoy it?

I have no idea what all that means, but I thought it curious and felt like posting something on it.

Hope you liked it.

Tossed Again

I was out walking my dogs this morning and decided to go past where my Jeep was street parked. I am glad I did as it has been tossed again. By this I mean someone had gone through it to see if there was anything worth their time.  I am glad to say they walked away empty handed but left it a mess. Ever since my first painful lesson back in LA, I know what I keep in the Jeep is not secure as it is a soft top so I leave very little. After the last toss, I emptied it to virtually nothing so as to not even seem worth the while.

So why am I writing about this? The reason is that I have become comfortable with knowing my property can and does get routinely pillaged. There are no real alternatives at present and thus I have adjusted (keep nothing in it) and tried to grapple with that zen concept of my things are transitory.

The feeling of violation still comes, but I try and keep it in perspective. Nothing was taken. Nothing was damaged. Everything is fine. It's just stuff. If the power that be decides I no longer need that stuff, I am a poor opposition to it. So perhaps I am writing as a way to purge the violated feeling. It's small in comparison to other transgressions I know, but if you had a splinter, it would bother you and no one else. This is my splinter this morning and I am talking about it to ease the irritation.

Happy National Dog Day

How the hell did we find out about these holidays before Facebook? :)

A Little Further

It's been a day already. Not too tough, but with the heat it felt more exhausting. I still think I'm enjoying the residuals of yesterday's heat run. None the less, I am suiting up and about to head off to yoga. It's part of my training plan now and I am ready for the challenge. Yoga is not an easy practice me at all, still, but I like the discipline to it takes to commit to it. It is also beneficial for my head on approach, to try the create and flow method of yoga.

Today, getting there though feels like to victory.

Home Run

I decided to try something I had thought about doing since moving downtown. I used my training run to literally run home. That is, my parent's home. My route combined some straightaway and some twisting trails. It was truly more fun to be running somewhere as opposed to a giant loop or an out-and-back. My entertainment was cut a little short as the heat jumped quickly past the upper 80's. It was a modest relief when I shuffled into my parents driveway and my Dad told mr the temperature on the back porch was 102! I was not as much a Tom Cruise as I was afraid I was. It truly was that hot.

None the less, it was a good run. Plus, despite an overwhelming fear my Camelbak was close to dry, my 14th mile (of 16) was my fastest. Score! I also got to sport my new Team PAWS singlet I will be wearing race day. There's still time to donate, click here.

Glad to be out of the heat though!