Week 9

The week started off well but ended off poorly. Monday....out bright an early...sneaking away from the house so the cat doesn't follow me to the park.  Dogs excited but I am nervous because the river is on the rise and the dogs are not "river smart" or swim well.  I am thinking of getting doggy life jackets for them for the walks.  Tuesday...another early day but no time for a walk...took off to Missoula with a great friend...ended doing an epic shopping trip at Costco..three flat bed carts and two regular carts full---loaded into a small Toyota truck. Wednesday..too tired to get up to walk....dogs not impressed. Found a great old fashion push reel lawn mower....mowed the lawn...drank a beer ..took a nap/went to bed early, really early.  Thursday...forced my self to exercise/walk the dogs..river roaring, felt good to be outside. Friday..did not get up AGAIN to walk...the after effects of last night card game took its toll...getting too old to hang the big guys...need to learn moderation..there will be beer tomorrow..at least somewhere to drink. 

Week 8

So, not to bore my lack of readers I plan to only write once a week now.  I am still trying to be a runner...not sure when that will happen.  I am impressed with any athlete that runs with asthma. I think I should just hook myself up to an oxygen tank when I run.

I am changing up my little "running" program a bit.  Run/walk three times a week, and exercise/walk/run two days a week. I am going to use the exercise equipment around the dog park to do pull ups, back extensions, squats, dips, use park benches to do step ups plus numerous exercises with a resistance band....now I am looking really strange on my walks.

I love going to end of the island..the water rushing on either side..taking a deep breath...doing the "Warrior"..a small moment of mediation before the dogs jump on me because I am not moving...they haven't pushed me in the water yet. The other morning I startled a Great Blue Heron..what an amazing place I live.

Week 7-Friday

I think the dogs know which days we walk.  They are ready to go when I put my shoes on.  The weather is turning to Spring finally.  My walks are going well...still the running part evades me but just a little bit at a time.  I might have to start earlier in the morning...it is getting light out by the time I am home...someone might see me...YIKES.  Off to golf in the sunshine...no dogs and cats allowed at the golf course...should be relaxing.

Week 7-Wednesday

The knee is feeling better everyday.  Just going slow around the island.  Playing a little golf during the week, a few hikes to hot springs, and walks in the hills. 

Week 7-Monday

Feeling better each time I go out to run.  I am still unable to run a mile..but will keep trying.  I guess I need to learn how to run with asthma...it is sad when your legs tell you are able to run but your lungs decide not to help you.  I huff and I puff like the little engine that could...so i will keep huffing and puffing...and keep moving.

Week 6-Friday

The weather is turning warmer...only about 36 degrees in the morning now.  It is refreshing being outside.  Nothing too exciting other than the damn cat keeps trying to run with the dogs and me.

Week 6-Wednesday

Ghosts, did I see a ghost? While on the island I was remembering reading something about being a safe runner-run with your head up, don't use earphones to listen to music, be aware of your surroundings, etc.  Nothing was said about seeing ghosts!!  While on the island walking..I saw a flash, a ghostly flash among the trees.  Hell, I know there is not anyone else on the island this early...too cold, too early, the dogs would bark,..did I see a ghost?  Took a deep breath and headed towards the "ghost".  Turning the corner I decide all the ghost was the reflection of the moon off a large aspen tree.  The mind plays great tricks!

Week 6-Monday

Starting off to a slow start.  Attempting my early walk/run routine.  I have change my route down to our local island in town.  It is wonderful feeling being outside, listening to the river rushing by the walking trail,  hearing the flight of the Canada geese overhead,  enjoying the sunrise over the Great Divide.  I thought the dirt trail would be easier on the old knee that goes around the island.

Got the dogs on the leashes, started off in the dark.  My new cat started to walk with us...did think of it much but he walked five blocks...told him to go home...tried to chase him but without success, ended walking back to the house with the cat running beside us, locking him in the house so the dogs and I could continue...made us a bit late but still had a good walk.  Now I know to look for the evil cat and lock him in the house...would hate to have an owl swoop down on him for breakfast!