The Scampering Horse

I only ran 15 of those miles. I just want to get that out there right now. Nate was the runner I was supporting. He ran the whole thing. I'll tell you more about him later; I will tell you about Nate and Kelly, and a few things I observed, but first, what is an ultra marathon and why would anyone run one? There are races over marathon distance. A marathon is 26.2 miles, and any distance over that is known as an ultra marathon. This was my first experience with an ultra, besides reading about them in Runner's World. The race, Neverending Summer 100K, was in Colorado beginning in Gould, Colorado: population eight. Seriously, there are eight people who live there. The location was beautiful. Stunning. I saw a few moose, and a bear. My friend Kelly saw a couple of foxes, too. MY PEOPLE: The longer the distance, the more I feel that these are my kind of people, and this is my kind of race. Most of the runners I saw run and hike the race. The hills (aka mountains) were too steep

My booty is big and my pants don't fit. I am one of those people who have been blessed. Bless with thinness. Blessed with a moderate appetite and a love of exercise. I am just totally beyond blessed. If you want to unfollow or unfriend me because of my blessedness, please do. For the past year I have been attending cross-fit, and running like crazy. It helps keep my depression at bay, and I really love it. I love the people I have these adventures with. I love the feeling of doing something out of the ordinary. I love the simplicity of running and the way my breath matches the rhythm of my steps. I love having the goal of a race on the horizon while I face the mundane tasks of life. I love going to cross-fit in the mornings and doing crazy workouts I never think I can do. But my movement has consequences. It seems that all of this incessant movement of the glutes has developed them into larger than proportionate items on my backside. The look like the nubs on an acorn squash th

My cat is gone again. He goes to the neighbor across the street and two doors down. I don't know her, but she seems nice. I mean, as nice as someone who periodically keeps my cat for a few months can be.  And I let it happen. Mostly, because I hate conflict. Partly, because I respect the fact that my cat hates my other two cats. Finally, I let it happen because it is kind of funny.  Only a cat would go back and forth between two households like it is nothing. Because cats are finicky. My friend Cammie sent me an article about a cat who had been lost for two years, and then the cat showed up at the neighbors house. Then, the two families lawyered up and are fighting for custody of the cat. Is the cat old enough to choose? So my cat will take off for weeks to months at a time and then come waltzing back. We've had him since he was a kitten and he moved with us from New Mexico to Nebraska. When we catch him, we try to Stockholm syndrome him into relating to his cap