Some days, nothing goes right.  Staying with it is determination and discipline.  No matter if the challenge is a run where everything is going wrong or struggles with life, keep moving.

 There are times hat I just want to give up when the depression and PTSD are doing their worst.  In the past I found that getting back into the race seems so much harder than keeping moving, no matter how difficult, painful, or frustrating it can be.  

Discipline and determination.

It remains to be seen if the marathon will go well… or not.

Long Run

A bad rehearsal is said

Should not fill one with cold dread

The concert will go just fine

The Planets will all align

I hope the same concept holds 

For marathons sevenfold 
The forecast called for bright sun
A warm balmy day for one

Fluffy cotton clouds above

Early spring; a day to love
But it rained with icy sleet

My clothes did not demand meet 

I froze my toes, feet and hands 

This was not what I had planned.
We stopped for rocks in our shoes

Then one had to number two

A shoelace came untied twice

A water flask did drop thrice
Walking by a person called

Into bushes I did fall

Woonnnk! A car’s horn was blasting

Balance was not long lasting 
I wasn’t hurt. Not really

Do I need stitches on knee?

I have scrapes and bruises too

But no blood on my new shoes!
Twenty two long miles of jinx

Now shaking out hamstrings kinks

It truly sucked but is done

The final long pre race run. 


Run intervals on the track I was told.
I head out in the snowy, foggy cold.

I toe the line to start the workout 
Two hundred meters to crank out.

The first 100 meters went well
Then the workout went to hell.

Where is the track? Where did it go?
It’s buried under a foot of snow.

I follow what I thought was the turn
My thighs starting already to burn.

The footing is rough; obstacles hidden 
My common sense was overridden 

I kept stumbling over uneven terrain
Until I landed on my ass-again.

It will do no good if I break an ankle
The recovery time will surely rankle.

I needed to finish the workout still
To the gym, dear runner, and the dreadmill.

Buried track

Getting There is Half the Fun

Running presents its own challenges in snowy, cold, and icy conditions.  You’d think the treadmill would be safe.  It isn’t.

My feet slid out from under

On my ass I fell asunder

coordination I clearly lacked

Like turtle flipped on its back

It’s too bad there wasn’t a video
It would go viral; this I know.

Not once, not twice, but it numbered three

That my feet slid out from under me

Help me I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!
I finally got traction; oh what luck!

I almost did my feet regain

But I slipped and fell again

Rising up from fall number four

I skated and slipped my way through the door

Inside makes a safe workout
No more falling without a doubt. 

Oh, now here comes the fun

It’s a Ten mile step up run

Ask me again and I’ll tell you still

I truly hate the dreadmill

Fartlek  Humor

Finding humor in difficult times makes it a bit easier to cope.  This may be about running but I hope it still brings a smile or at least a groan.  Groaning can be stress relieving as well.

A brief explanation of the word “fartlek.”   In Swedish, fartlek means “speed  play.” The idea is increase your cardio threshold and reduce recovery time.   A fartlek is an unstructured run with the pace alternating between easy to hard effort for varying distances/time.  The runner decides when to do the pickup and for how long. It’s a workout form that I enjoy.  

Fartleks on Ice

The ice on the ground glinting
Fartleks mean a bit of sprinting

It has become its own game
Scored by five; this is the aim:
A five is when you run without a hitch
While two is when you land in a ditch

With a four you slip once, without falling 
A one and you land flat and sprawling 

Somewhere in between is the three
More careful of score you must be

You really don’t want to score a zero
That will make your ortho a hero

You will be off the road to injury recover
It is such a pain, such a bother

A dreadmill is the wise choice to run

But the extra challenge makes the workout more fun.
A four I scored by golly
 I wasn’t hurt by my folly

One more time to score a five
Always a perfect score I’ll strive.

The Show Must Go On

I was a freelance musician many years ago.  I was hired by the Portland Opera Company to play in the enhanced brass section for the performances of Aida by Giuseppe Verdi. 

Aida is set in ancient Egypt. Its plot centers around Rhadames, a captain in the Egyptian guard, and two women; Aida and Amneris. Amneris is the daughter of the Pharaoh.  Aida is a slave.  However, unknown to the Egyptians, she is also the daughter of the King of Ethiopia.  The first act reveals that Rhadames and Aida are in love. Amneris also loves this captain. The countries of Egypt and Ethiopia go to war and Rhadames is chosen to lead the Egyptian army. He defeats the enemy and returns as a conquering hero. However, Aida secretly mourns for her native country and her father, who has been taken prisoner.

The second act opens with the Triumphal March as the Egyptians celebrate the defeat of the Ethiopian army with a grand parade.  The march had an extended brass ensemble to fill out the fanfares and the sound of the brass.   For this production, the opera company hired an elephant and her trainer.  In order to make the parade look larger, the elephant had two appearances, requiring a costume change.  It went fine in the run through prior to the performance.  

However, part of the costume came loose during the second entrance.  The elephant panicked with a loud trumpeting and the predictable defication and urination.  The smell permeated the stage and orchestra pit.  The elephant also danced about, trying to run, coming close to the edge of the stage, right above the orchestra pit. 

The extended brass was backstage right and left during our part.  I saw the debacle with the elephant unfold.  There was a closed circuit television aimed at the orchestra conductor in the pit so the backstage brass could see cues and tempi.  The conductor’s eyes were wide with shock and fear as the elephant came closer to the edge.  And the show went on.  He conducted, the orchestra and brass played, and the opera company continued the march with a slight delay as the elephant came back under control and exited the stage safely. 

During intermission, the conductor was back stage, “Did you see that fucking elephant?!”  He continued to repeat this phrase with a degree of shock and awe.  Letting out the stress, we all laughed and shook our heads, “Fucking elephant.”  “Damn that stinks.” The stage was cleaned from the elephant leavings although the special scent remained for the rest of the opra. Needless to say, there were no more elephant costume changes for the elephant during the remainder of the performances.  

It was both amusing and frightening.  The show went on without missing a beat.  Only in opera. 

The lesson: no matter what happens in life, the show must go on.  Keep going.

Rules With Ferrets

  1. I look sweet and innocent.  It is my secret weapon.
  2. Anything left on the floor is mine.
  3. If I can somehow reach it, it is mine
  4. My food dish shall ever be full
  5. I will poop right next to the litter box when out to play.  Close is good enough.  I have important ferret things to do
  6. If I can fit under it, I will
  7. Your underwear and socks are for my joy of stashing.  Especially when they are new
  8. Even if I am on the other side of the house, if you open the door to a forbidden room, I will be under your feet to charge the opening.
  9. Anything is a toy- except what you buy for me at the store
  10. I can get away with anything because I am adorable, sweet, and innocent.

our toy

I can reach it. it is mine