The Rush is Worth the Price I Pay

Wow, what a neglectful blogger I have been! This will be a post of epic proportions. So today will be a blog-update-a-rama-spectacular.

Where to start...where to start...Since it's been over a week, and a week of really exciting happenings, we'll start where we left off.

Last weekend, Goliath and I were bored and the spouse was sleeping in later than usual so we made the executive decision to run to the dog park. We routed out our trail, gave the hubs and ETA and set off. Neither of us were really ready to run in the heat, and by heat I mean like 70+ degrees. Which comparatively, that's HOT to us. There seemed to be like half a million people on the trail, and even more people at the dog park.

We met some friends there, and sorry followers, there were pictures but I can't upload them. You'll soon find out why. As per normal, the park was a giant mud pit and Goliath was all over it. He found a 4-month old Husky to play with, that is until the puppy's owner thought it was a good idea to KICK Goliath. To make a really interesting story, a not so interesting one: we got in a little altercation which ended in the opposite owner cussing me out. You read that correctly, he cussed me out because I was angry he kicked my dog. People are so stable.

Well considerably upset, I mistakenly put my phone in its case but didn't close it so it flew out and shattered. Peace out iPhone. What a great afternoon, right?

In the days to follow, I complained about that doucher and my phone enough to drive any sane person insane. We have since shipped off the phone to be repaired, and then the blog will be full operational once again.

Yesterday, I ran the Olathe Half Marathon with my friend Megan, while my friends Megan, Anna, and Colleen ran the 5k portion. AND all of us ran with Meagan in spirit, who's luck dealt her one too many flat tire cards.

Without spilling too many excuses and telling you some long drawn out story, it was a hilarious series of events which lead up to a fun race with good people. It also makes the second race for me to vomit. Let's not make that a ritual, please oh please. Unfortunately no PR for me, but my partner set one and that's all I can really ask for right?

Now, that a week's worth of training and doggie happenings have been meshed into a few paragraphs I'll leave you with a montage of last night's trip to the DP:

Week's Mileage: 35