HEY EVERYBODY. I am at 99% of my fundraising with only $80 to go. If you would like to donate, you might want to donate to Dan Good now. Dan is Jeff's son and my trainer for the marathon (even though he can't stand to run with me!). He is in university and has put up $1000 of his own money so far. It would be great if he can get that back so he can afford to eat! (or drink - after all, he IS in University). Notice how I got cropped out of the picture!!!!!
His web link is www.arthritis.ca/joints/ontario/dangood
I got up on Sunday morning to the sounds of rain, not a gently misting kind of rain. This was teeming rain. The type of rain that floods canyons and washes out small villages. It was a monsoon rain!
Despite the rain, I waited until it abated a bit and out I went for a long run. I settled on 30K and ran out to the far side of Burlington. On the way I dodged cars wanting to share the road and missed being sprayed by a few that went straight through the puddles and threw up a wall of water for the unsuspecting jogger. There was tons of roadkill! It must be the municipal sport of Burlington. There were more squirrels with tire tracks across their backs than there were stop signs.
Fall is a beautiful time of year. I could smell the leaves. That particular fall smell of the leaves on the ground. Even in the rain it was nice. The rain was warm but between the sweat and the water I was soaked. I stashed some water and still went through almost 3 litres over the course of the run.
As I approached the house I see Dan Good coming down the road, leaning out his car window and cheering me on. At this point I am pretty tired. We chatted for a while. He was on his way to get a haircut and was going to do his run when it wasn't raining. Funny, isn't it, that they get smarter when they go for a Masters degree.
When I got back in I was sodden, soaked, drowned, saturated, soggy, sopping, waterlogged, drenched, doused, submerged, moist, sliced, wet... You get the idea but here a picture just to drive it home.My clothes are dripping and my feet were white and wrinkly just like when you stay in the pool for 4-5 hours. The awkward looking position is a stretch for my Gleuteus Maximus.
The whole family at this point is looking at me because I look like I have been rode hard and put away wet. (Horse analogy). I spend the rest of the day (the next two hours) soaking in a tub full of Epsom Salts. The I get to go for Turkey dinner. As you can guess I slept well that night.
Even Grant (my youngest son) took pity on me and wanted to help stretch me out so here is a picture of Grant helping with the stretching . Notice that he is hiding his cigarette behind his back.
Today, I golfed. Not too strenuous but I needed some down time. I, of course, came in last.
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