Clean up to the elbow

 The running routes are limited here.  You have neighborhoods that are sealed off and do not go through.  The more popular roads are not super busy and you can generally get off into the sugar sand shoulders.  I found a decent lollipop loop that incorporates the bike trail.  That’s 8 miles.  Most runs will probably be out and backs of 6-7 miles during the week.  That’s my typical style no matter where I have lived.  I’ll keep working at it and exploring.  People are friendly here.  Some have no problem waving and only moving over 6”.  

 So much to accomplish yet on the move as our items arrive on Friday.  Also getting at the yard, looking for a job and vehicle and many other tasks.  No rush.  I’m here all week.  Try the veal.  We bought a cheap grill and I have grilled the past 4 evenings.  Hamburgers, hot dogs and chicken.  Pork ribs soon.  When Subway is $11 for a foot long it is time to reevaluate.  

 I’ll probably fly up for Ice Age.  Need to get that done.  I’m busy working remotely.  Only 23 work days remain on this job.  I believe I am a simple man.  In the future I want a job which keeps it simple.  The thing about aging is you’ve seen how stuff works.  What’s all this other stuff that gets mixed in?  One gets tired of saying this is a total waste of one’s time.  Wife wants to know about the TV placements in the house.  Honestly I could care less.  That’s another thing that went down the priority list.  Have a great day!

The Orange Blossom Special

 We arrived Friday afternoon to our permanent home in Inverness, Florida.  This is way different country and living arrangements from the 1984-1997 era.  That tour was Palm Beach County and I watched them build all the way out to the Everglades.  I went back once in 2004 for a job interview.  That was that.  We just did not have a taste for it.

 We bought a quarter acre in 1989 in Port St. Lucie with hopes of maybe building there.  That never came to fruition.  Now there is at least one gopher tortoise den on the property and they have more rights than I do.  Everybody twist, or better yet At the Hop by The Juniors.  Was that Danny Rapp?  That was my Mom’s era.  She graduated high school in the 60’s and I in the 70’s.  You read that correctly.

 I did my last big weekend of running last week, 4 weeks out from Ice Age.  Ran 17 Saturday and the 27.2 on Sunday.  I’m old and big, but I’m confident I will get number 20 in that day.  Hope to keep coming back, but one never knows.  I have turned the page.  This is my last Eddie the Eagle run at life.  There is much to do here, plus I want to get a job.  Inflation has made me rethink a few scenarios.  Such is life.  Been here before.  My favorite president of all time is Jimmy Carter.  You read that correctly.

The powers that be

 Running has been fine.  No inflammations or strains to report.  I have really been enjoying the solace of the 306 acre camp I run through several times a week.  For 5.5 years I lived here I often wondered how this would make for some great connector runs.  Nobody is out there.  Honestly the animals and birds are completely surprised by my presence at times.  Except the deer.  They always come across like you are there to finish the job.

 We pull out of here April 21st for Florida.  There is a 700 acre woods there called Fort Cooper State Park.  I’m sure I will pony up the $60 a year so I can breeze through there often.  But they don’t open until 8am.  Travesty.

 Ran Saturday’s of 26.3 and 25.4 the past two weeks.  Yesterday I pulled into a BK afterwards for a Double Whopper.  It was not meant to be.  One guy working.  Not wanting to add to the load I bolted.  Common occurrence these days.  There is not a bigger proponent of fast food than this guy.  Say what you want, but that stuff has powered me for many years.  Later I picked up a loaf of bread and baloney.  Something magical exists with those combined with mustard and a handful of green onions.

 So not much to report.  I’m slow and cover 50-60 a week at 5 miles an hour.  My blood juice is lower, but that is the goal for my condition.  Sometimes when my mind drifts off, I see myself taking over someone else’s body and running the hell out of it.  Putting it to the floorboards and see how she holds up.  Then I’m pulled back into reality as I watch the cashier get their mind blown because I handed them 16 cents with my cash payment.