I have been good so far in my walk-a-marathon training, which has (perhaps only temporarily) supplanted my run-a-less-than-marathon training. I am in week two, and I have only missed one of the six scheduled walks thus far. (This does not include the walk today, which I will miss due to winds so velociful that they blew down some of the gutters on our new house -- gutters that made it through Hurricane Isabel fine, mind.) So. This is the pledge I make to you all. If I am successful keeping to the program through week 8 -- the week that ends on January 3rd, and the week in which I have my first 10-mile walk -- I am going to plunk down my $50 for registration in the Shamrock Marathon and book a Friday-night hotel room in Virginia Beach, as a major incentive for me to keep with the program. I legitimately feel that this is possible -- after all, I have 450 minutes to finish the race, and if I can't walk 17 minutes to the mile, well, I don't deserve the nickname "Edwin Moses." Fortunately, that is not my nickname, so it's all good.
---
Realization of the day, the day being yesterday.
You know, when I don't have to four-in-hand, I can be a pretty awesome bell-ringer.
---
A quarter, two dimes, and a penny.
There is a change coming to How Perfectly Swell. A quiet change. A gentle change. A straightforward and honest change to sit with me in a cottage somewhere in the state of Iowa.
Ahem. Sorry. Let us just say that it is for those more interested in us than in me.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
