The Week That Was...Running the Gamut

Starting Point:  Friday the 15th

In from work early...off to San Angelo to watch my friend's band play downtown...stay at his house...wake up early drive to San Antonio to visit a friend who was admitted to Brooke Army Medical Center...drive back home the next day.  Monday book passage on a bus to San Antonio so I can bring my friends car home and store it for her while she is on leave...my first ever bus trip here in the US.  Backed books to read...Plato's Symposium...Monday-Friday I spend with my friend trying to provide some comfort and aid when needed..my knowledge of the area around Brooke's Army Medical Center (namely fast food places, convenient stores and hotels) reaches the level of expert, I get a taste of true government bureaucratic, see wounded military members at every turn, little sleep, up for over 40 hours at one point...I fittingly read The Symposium and ponder its meaning.  Friday afternoon my friend is discharged and off on leave to get healthy...I worry and reflect on my week as I drive her car home.  Have to pull over to get some sleep in Paint Rock, TX.  Arrive home, pick up my fiddle and play it for the first time in a week...it smells good.  Rest and Sleep come easy.  Saturday I'm picked up by a friend and taken to San Angelo to get my pick up.  We bump into an ex-girlfriend at the mall with her husband...not as awkward as it seems like it should have been.  I check into the Inn at Sealy Flats downtown and wait for some friends of mine to arrive for a small party I organized a month prior.  Few show up but we have fun, good food, drinks, more drinks, and Blues music...I'm left wondering to myself Is the note "Facebook Me" with a name on a napkin the new equivalent of getting a girl's number?...10:30 we are all off to watch my friend's band play in Grape Creek, TX at a biker rally at the only bar in town...there till 12:30ish...off to a bar in San Angelo for a few drinks with a high school friend...we run into people we know...its a small world.  2am back to the Inn, we talk of the past, the future, growning anxiety and I'm advised on how to deal with a few of the curve balls life has thrown at me lately.  Bed at 5am.  Wake up at 11:30am...1 hour later...Home again.  "Color my life with the chaos of trouble" has gained meaning to me

Chafed Nipples

Chafed Nipples...I hate them!  Worst than a strained ankle or a sore muscle...because with those the pain will go away with a natural adrenaline rush or medication...not so with chafed nipples...

Anyone wondering what the hell I am talking about probably hasn't done a whole lot of long distance running.  Chafed Nipples, also called Jogger's Nipple, is caused by your nipple rubbing against your sweaty shirt (or clothing material) while you are working out...in most cases jogging or running longer distances.  IT IS ANNOYING AS HELL!!!

Well what got me on this subject is I have been working at trying to get back in to good shape.  Watching what I eat and drink, and doing various workouts at night and running longer distances (3-7 miles) several times a week.  I have thought about training for a half marathon lately (thanks in part to seeing my friend Craig running 17-20 mile runs and pushing the competitiveness in me up a little...thinking if he can do that I can too).  A good training tool is a runners journal or a runners blog to help keep track of what you are running and monitor your training easier...so I have decided to keep one...and I am naming it after the most irritating part about running for me and the one injury that no one really talks about...so if anyone is bored out of their skulls or is thinking about running and is curious to see what I do on a day to day basis feel free to check out my runners blog...Chafed Nipples

This is from my HS days