It took 58.20 minutes Sunday, but I walked 3.1 miles. My first 5k. Felt great, too. Today it took a little less, 58.07. Still feels great, though odd bits of my feet and legs hurt off and on throughout. That’s normal, I think. Just kept going.
The first mile is all about raising my heart rate, the second is about maintaining it. And now that I have a third… well, it’s whatever I feel. Less of the heart rate raising stuff, the silly gyrating/hand and arm flinging that makes me look like an electrocuted chicken, but still… at 2.6 my right heel felt like someone stuck a knife in it and I just cranked up the incline and FF’d to Groove Is In the Heart.
Is it silly to train to walk a 5K? Because that would be cool.
The Honey Badger keeps a baby cache close, even while she sleeps…
I’m thoroughly in love with this cold weather. Well, 55 is cold for us!
Does anyone understand Google+? And why I would need to?
Did you see the USB drive designed to look like a tampon? What are they thinking, that nobody would dare steal it? What about a woman who needs a tampon desperately? And wouldn’t that be a hell of a surprise?
Foxy, 14 1/2 year old sweetheart, and her little buddy ‘Sprout’. He’s got her moving again, but he’s about to go to his forever home.
Did you know that the War on Terror is over? Yep, killed all the bad guys. Move along, nothing to see here…
“Now that we have killed most of al Qaida,” the source said, “now that people have come to see legitimate means of expression, people who once might have gone into al Qaida see an opportunity for a legitimate Islamism.”
I’d rather believe Congressman Allen West…
A twofer: Tomatoes and Dogs. Doesn’t get any better than that… unless the dogs were in focus, I guess.
Saw this on Facebook and couldn’t resist posting it here… One cartoon to rule them all…!
I love Allen West. I wish he’d be the VP.
I wish he’d be president.
The duck is the only dog toy that Bingo T. Pug ever plays with and he attacks it unmercifully. C. A. Princess, on the other hand, carries her little blue puppy or her Purplesausus Rex toy to bed with her.
I finally finished getting the mower repaired and hacked the eighteen inch tall jungle in my back yard down, plus the rest of the one acre of yard that my next door neighbor and I have. I got really spoiled when I found my neighbor’s late husband trying to mow his half acre with the little electric push mower and offered him the use of my garden tractor. He responded by mowing both our yards until he died and then his widow continued. Then she got sick. then the tractor quit working. It’s going now, though. A garden tractor with now power steering is wearying when the grass and weeds are too high to see the holes that the neighborhood dogs have dug. Anyhow, I’m plumb wore to the bone.
Thank goodness it’s all done… :clap:
Of course… in a few weeks it’ll be tall again…
At least twice a day I have to clean up after the furkids – more than once I’ve let them know they are as messy as toddlers. Squeekies, balls, chewies, tugs, and the occasional eviscerated stuffie.
And neither of my corgis ever ever ever sleep with their bellies vulnerable. I’d say the Badger is very comfortable in her new home.
Oh, hell… The only time I clean up after them is when I’m doing a load of their laundry!
I do that too…