I won’t verbatim the post I just tossed up on Blogging.la. I’ll leave it at I’m better than this time yesterday, but still recovering from some odd repercussions my body’s experiencing. So while that continues (hopefully at a diminishing level), allow me to point you to the Flickr photoset of images from the day’s events.
As in six hours, thirty minutes and 36 seconds. That’s how long it took for me to walk the 26.2 miles from the start to the finish of the marathon today. Don’t do the math because I already did, and that time translates into a 14.9-minute mile, meaning I was finally wonderously able to rock …
It’s 2:10 a.m., and as planned I’m wide alive in the dead of night — and of course it’s now and too late when I figure out an option that would have grabbed me a couple hours or more of shuteye and made this long day’s journey a little less so. It’s simple really… instead …
Admittedly we were lax in getting Bink to the vets. It’s been a good couple weeks of lost appetite and weight along with excess shedding and general malaise that we’d been hoping would somehow automagically correct itself, but this week Susan and I finally agreed that an animal hospital visit was long overdue and we …
 On any given Sunday, a forecast of 80 degrees and sunnywarm would be something to enjoy and look forward to, but not for me on this one coming. Not this marathon Sunday. Susan gave me the “uh oh” heads-up last weekend when she checked the longer-range weather picture and it reported March 4 would see …
On my bike commute home last night, with everything feeling good, I was jolted back to reality in the form of a writing instrument. Just as the light turned green and I began to proceed across the intersection of Florence and La Cienega I felt the tap of something hit my back pack and when I looked over my right shoulder …