Brian~Big Baller

So the number of coyote sightings in Racine and Racine county have been on the rise…they’re always on the rise. A couple of weeks before Christmas one snatched a small dog right in front of the owner in their own back yard. These nasty critters are not afraid of people and they’ll come right to your back door. Now I live west of the city….thank god…but that also puts me in a more rural area. I know they’re around…in the summer you can often hear them at night and when I used to run in the mornings, I would see them occasionally. I run trails that are along the railroad tracks behind Vincent’s high school. There are also a few ponds back there…farmland…and some woods. It’s the only place I can take Brian and run him off the leash….as in…I run 6 miles…he probably runs closer to 8 with all the cruising around he does.



So today….I took the long way to the trails…around a mile. Once we got on it I took Brian off his leash as I always do. He’s usually pretty good about it…always comes back when I call him…and I’ve yet to ever see another soul back there although I’ve seen footprints so I know other runners use it. About a quarter mile down the trail there’s a bridge that runs over a stream. As we’re approaching it….Brian freakin BOLTS. A coyote had emerged from under the bridge right onto the path in front of us. Brian takes off like a bat outta hell after this thing. I start screaming and screaming because these things EAT little dogs. He doesn’t even turn his rotten little head and chases that coyote probably half a mile. All I can think is that he’s gone…my running buddy…my baby…is going to be taken at the throat…because that’s what coyotes do…and dragged off to be eaten alive….also what they do.


I call Skip..I am hysterical…still screaming for Brian..I can barely see them now. He chases the thing into the woods…turns around and runs back to me….all happy with himself. If he hadn’t scared me to death I would have booted him off the bridge.

Things I realized today-


~Running 5 miles after Jillian kicks my trash is a rough thing.
~Coyotes CAN be chased off….good to know.
~Watching something you love chase certain death does crazy things to your heart rate.
~By taking Brians balls…he grew an invisible set that are 14 times their original size.


Happy Thursday!

Cross Training and American Dad

So my little brother sent me a link to the article about the former sumo wrestler who finished the L.A. marathon last week. I guess that’s meant to inspire me that I too can run a marathon….thanks asshole…HA!



This week is a week of cross training. After my run on Saturday my foot was still a little tweeky. I almost couldn’t feel it…and it may all be in my head to keep the voices company…but either way…I made an executive decision to take a week off from running. I have my big ass base….that isn’t going anywhere…and this is a step back week anyways…so there we go. Skip made me promise not to run till he’s back from D.C. and I agreed. Sunday I did a 40 minute Jillian Michaels Yoga Meltdown and it was one of the hardest things I’ve done. And does anyone know if she is really a girl or is she some sort of cross gender transvestite thingy? She is seriously downright creepy….eeek. Tonight was Tae-bo and Yoga. I’m not sure what to do instead of my 6 mile run tomorrow. Blah…I’ll figure it out. Wednesday is my off day and I’ll substitute a 1.5 or 2 hours workout for my long run on Thursday.

So when Skip is out of town….and when he’s in town for that matter…the only things I ever watch on T.V. are King of the Hill, Family Guy, and American Dad…is that strange for a woman approaching 35 years old? I love those shows…I quote them at work and elsewhere and actually think about them occasionally when I am NOT watching them. It’s a good thing that these are the only shows I’m interested in watching because they’re on later at night and the TV in the bedroom is the only one in my house I know how to turn on. I think American Dad is my favorite….it took awhile for that one to squeek out past King of the Hill…but it did eventually happen. God I need a life.


So tomorrow I get off at noon and I can’t run. What the hell am I going to do with myself with an afternoon free and no running to do? Holy shit this taper is going to be a nightmare.


What do you do when you can’t/don’t run?