Well it’s Monday alright….
I’m beginning to get sleepier and sleepier from the miles logged on the weekend
when Monday hits J
Last week got away from me a little bit with the blogging,
so again I’ll criticize myself to stay more on top of it (again).
Friday night’s highlight should be on the start of Football
Season! (Oh and for a scheduled day off
of running but I suppose that’s not important right now) J
Dad could have been found every Friday night in high school
on the football field with his #10 Sherman Tide high school football
jersey. As rumors and stories have it
touchdown after touchdown being thrown (I suppose I will believe a few of those
stories he told us, since I’ve heard them from a few others as well) J
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| Dad is on the Far Right #10 |
This past Saturday I got to spend with dad…Mom had the first
Cross Country Meet of the Season; Autumn Classic, so we went to stay with dad. I could almost feel nervous at the anticipation
of getting another season of Cross Country started for them. Dad had the marathon of “Swamp People” on
when we got there so him and Brock were set for the day regarding entertainment. When mom got back from the meet she got to
highlight dad on how all the runners did.
I know he still looks forward to those updates and keeping up with
everyone.
In the earlier evening I set off to run my scheduled 2 hours
and 15 minute long run of the week.
Brock stated if I had just started when I initially debated starting I
would have been done by then, point proven, I laced up my shoes and decided to
try to stay a little close because the weather looked "iffy". Staying close for over 2 hours was a bit
more difficult than I anticipated….Kelly was getting a run in too so I joined
her when I was coming back from one of the back roads and looped around a
little bit with her to have some company J
I routed back through and ran some roads
I hadn’t ran on since high school so it was a nice reminder of things, the WV
Country Roads sure make it enjoyable, and I of course noted where all the deer
were to report back to dad and Brock. I
debate with myself many things during these long runs; I assume it’s normal to
have several conversations with yourself in your head to fill up the time span
of 2 hours. It’s also really random what
crossing your mind at times.
There is nothing like coming back exhausted, with the soreness
already start to creep in on your legs to a room full of Dad, Brock, and mom
stuffing their face with Ice Cream Cones.
They all were laughing too waiting to tell me of the fishing tales that
took place while I was gone too.
See.. dad had a little pond put in on our property a little
behind our house. It’s been there for
several years now and when he could…you could always find dad fishing up there
when he’d get a few minutes break.
Smokes (the dog) discovered the pond this weekend and thoroughly enjoyed swimming
a few laps in it. Brock decided he’d go
for a bit of fishing and quickly caught a little catfish. He brought it down to the house to show dad,
as dad before has asked Brock if the catfish he put in there are still there
and how big they were. We hadn’t had
much luck on the catfish side of things there so Brock brought the smaller one
to show dad this time. He went back to
fishing and low and behold got another one….this one a bit more “story worth”… I suppose the one dad put in that should be
bigger by now has been discovered.
(Also..you can imagine the dramatic emphasis of detail and lavish fish exaggeration
of story details I was told upon the final proof of the picture of the
fish) So I think dad was pretty tickled
to see this being brought to the window for him to see that had been in his
pond. (Don’t worry Brock says the
picture makes the fish look smaller than it really is…of course…it’s a
fisherman’s tale) J
