Days Fly...

I cannot believe how the days are flying by, seems like only yesterday that I was sitting at my blog writing and feeling that I would absolutely get back to writing in it on a regular basis.  But here I am weeks later and feeling like the last thing I want to do is sit and write on it.  Summer just seems to do that to me, it drains me of all the energy I have for the stuff I usually love to do.  And I cannot blame it on good weather because frankly, this summer has stunk to the high, we have had rain, rain, high humidity, cloudy skies, muggy air, and more rain.  At least today the sun seems to want to make a bit of an appearance. 

So before I go off to the road and another bug infested encounter while I run I thought I would sit and do some quick catch up.  Well perhaps not catch up but a little bit of actual writing stuff in random spurts until I run out of steam.  (Steam is something I have a whole lot of, thanks to warm wet weather. 

Yesterday I actually ran two kilometers...yay me.  The hound and I walked 6 and ran 2, it feels kind of nice, not having to expend a shit ton of time to the suffering part.  I am hoping by the time I do get my mileage up to a respectable point the weather will have cooled down enough to kill off all the flying critters that make life not so much fun in the bush.  The kidlet and I are planning on doing a five k on October 19th this year, which means I have a couple of months to ease into the five k distance.  I'm glad I didn't decide on a ten k, just looking at it from this side makes me tired...and feel my knees protesting too loud. 

Twenty years ago today my suddenly passed away.  Twenty years!  Wow, so hard to believe.  One second he was here, the next he wasn't, and now he's been gone for two decades.  Funny how in the beginning I didn't think much about him.  Every once in awhile I'd tell a story or two, but now, it seems like he is on my mind a lot.  Dad was quite a mix of good and bad, like most of us I guess.  He was a great story teller, but had the worst of the worst for health habits, drank too much, smoked too much, and ate pretty much everything he shouldn't.  And was proud of it.  His ashes are floating around his favourite hunting grounds now, at least I know he would have liked that.  Giving back to nature where he enjoyed being above all else.