“another good morning gone bad”

I won’t even begin to give credit to the author of todays title, but it was  fitting.

The new generation made their statement on Tuesday, who knows if we will ever see them again.  Like anyone would care anyway. But today’s run was a lot easier on the legs and body.

The old judicial kook was a little frisky this morning and decided that since the doctor and the city worker were running a little late, we needed to widen our gap from them.  This suited myself and the shop teacher just fine, because we knew that we could also inflict a little pain on the old guy.  I don’t know what’s funnier, watching the shop teacher ever so slowing increase his pace or listening to the judicial kooks breathing increase, it’s a toss-up.  I had to remind the judicial kook that we were running for “fun” and he wanted to pick up the pace.

I really wonder how many running groups around the country are as level headed and courteous as ours.  The kook runs are all business, and “fun”.

“Generation abcxyz”

Or whatever you call the new up and coming kooks.  My hat goes off to our newest members: the doc’s “kid 1”,  the “senior chauffeur”,  and  the “hard charging sophomore”.  These 3 young kooks are amazing!  Who ever came up the ridiculous notion that high school kids needed to sleep more and function better later in the morning.  We run at 5:30 a.m.!  They lead the way both out and back on our run. 

The doctor tried to test these youngsters on the way back, but “kid 1” wasn’t going to have any part of it and decided to react with another thought, CRUSHING the old guys.  The doc and I kept with “kid 1” and the “charging sophmore,” but it wasn’t pretty.  It was all pain!  As the good doctor once said  out on a run at 5:30a.m. regarding a couple of cyclist that pasted us on a “bike ride”, why bother if you are going to go easy at 5:30a.m. So we went hard!

The old judicial kook even showed for the event, I’m guessing the rest of his day consisted of going to the medicine cabinet and putting down a few ibuprofen.

Sonic boom was out early and left some sort of flashing fish detector laying in the bottom of Sheep Creek, that was interesting to see.  The judicial kook wasn’t impressed that he was littering in a salmon stream.

The quote of the run goes to the judicial kook when he finally conceded to an argument with the shop teacher and said, “why don’t you run for the legislature, then YOU can make the laws!”

 I’m sure the young kooks got an education today, I sure enjoyed the run even though my legs were sore all day.  The new generation is looking up!

No more, “mister nice guy”.

WOW!  Is all I can say about our returning kook!  I was so proud of the ole boy this morning I almost soiled myself.

The stealth city worker was lurking in the parking lot as I arrived, he didn’t want to be late today and risk having to chase us down.  As we left for our run I simply asked the ole boy, “how are the legs feeling?”

His response, “what do you think”.  A normal answer by a normal guy, but not the nicest guy in Douglas. 

Priceless! Our stealth runner has officially grown a pair.  He has never been so direct since I’ve known him, about 25 years.  It was so out of character I had to do a double take to see who I was running with.  No more “mister nice guy”.  No more judging between the lines.  He was straight forward.  Awesome! 

Glad he’s back! 

That tea party must be amazing for the judicial kook and sonic boom.

“mister nice guy returns”

A sincere welcome back to our over worked, under paid, stealth city worker.

We could almost sense the thunder as the ole boy came jaunting up on myself, the doc, and shop teacher. Of course, we had to listen to a little whining about how much weight he’s gained and fitness loss. We sure couldn’t tell.

Again the good doctor was up to his games, hard on the hills then hard back. It sure felt good! Nice way to break stealth boy back in.

Sonic boom?

“St. Valentine’s Kook run”

It was a pleasant morning. Birds chirping, sun rising, and 3 kooks out trying to make the best of it.  Think again if you’ve kept up on the  blog.  It was just a day and a half from the last run.  So even a kook can probably figure out that the road conditions probably haven’t improved.

The doctor did the usual, tried to entice me and the shop teacher in to a suffer fest on the hills.   I sat back and watched.  The shop teacher tried to give the old doc a run for his money, but the conditions limited the pure execution of a good suffer fest. 

With about two miles to go, Micheal Vick’s dog trainer came runnning around the corner with dog in tow.   Still only reports of the judicial kook, I guess he runs on Sundays now.

 No sight of the dentist, I was worried that maybe on Tuesdays run he bit the dust so I called his office to check in on him.  His secretary blew his cover; wife in charge was out of town.   We all know that the old dentist has never let this get in the way of his training.  Always a first!

On another note, walking back from lunch today I ran into the shop teacher walking his “wonder dog” Patty.  As we talked on the corner, two male elementary school teachers came “jogging” by.  The shop teacher looked at me and said, “if I ever run that slow, I’m going to kill myself.”  Only on Valentine’s day such compassion.

“three wise men”

Or a page out of the grand geezers play book, 3 dumb shits out running.

8 degrees Thursday to 40 degrees on Tuesday and two feet of snow over the weekend.

Rain, wind and ice! 

The old dentist still claims that two years ago the conditions were “MUCH” worse.

If you’ve ever ran on ice with water on top, that was the run.  It sucked.  But we did it. In the dark.  Myself, the shop teacher, and our old friend the dentist. 

“Weather has never been an excuse not to run.”-Bill Bowerman

“protect your package”

STEPHENS PASSAGE-
344 PM AST THU FEB 7 2008

…HEAVY FREEZING SPRAY WARNING FRIDAY…
…SMALL CRAFT ADVISORY THROUGH FRIDAY..
.TONIGHT…N WIND 30 KT. GUSTS TO 45 KT OUT OF INTERIOR PASSES.
SEAS 6 FT. FREEZING SPRAY.
.FRI…N WIND 30 KT. SEAS 6 FT. HEAVY FREEZING SPRAY.
.FRI NIGHT…N WIND INCREASING TO 40 KT LATE. GUSTS TO 60 KT OUT OF
INTERIOR PASSES. SEAS 9 FT. HEAVY FREEZING SPRAY.
.SAT…N GALE TO 40 KT. GUSTS TO 60 KT OUT OF INTERIOR PASSES.
SEAS 8 FT. HEAVY FREEZING SPRAY. SNOW

This sums up what was going on out on Thane Road this morning. 

 8 degrees AND BLOWING SNOW.

Even the skipper of the “Towing vessel” tug boat Tongasell cancelled a revenue trip out of Juneau for the weekend, this NEVER happens.

Only a runner or x-country skier would understand “protecting your package,” but if you would have seen the good doctor, back from “cold” San Diego and the shop teacher you would fully understand.  It’s an interesting running form, but one that must happen if future kooks are in the cards from either of these kooks.  

The dentist pulled sonic boom way out past his comfort zone this morning.  There was no sign of these guys when we finished our run.  I’m hoping they made it back and sonic boom can still walk. 

One lone unidentified runner from Anchorage polluted our run.  He got a good taste of what happens when he is trying to  impersonating the judicial kook.  Running slow with a light.  The shop teacher decided to run right up in front of him, then stop.  Only to realize it was an impostor.  Oh well.  Word on the street is the judicial kook is in town.  Hiding.  Scared to run in the snow after his Caribbean cruise.

“eat carrots”

The old dentist showed his age this morning by stating he couldn’t see as well in the dark. That explains allot, two weeks ago I made the comment, “boy, it’s light out this morning,” and his reply was, “NO IT’S NOT, its a lens affect” whatever that meant. But now it comes to light. The shop teacher and myself figured it out, he’s old and needs to eat more carrots!

The run started off today with hopes of school being cancelled, no such luck. It’s been snowing for about 4 days straight with the temp just under 20 degrees. The snow is soft, sitting on glare ice! It basically was like running in the sand for 10 miles. Fun. Thinking of the boys in San Diego.

The shop teacher summed up the run today by saying, “this run was miserable and a blur.”

However, it’s definitely better than fighting traffic in sunny San Diego on a bicycle. Or keeping the anti-kook focused on training.

We keep hearing from Sonic Boom, but no word from the city worker. Both boys are laying pretty low.

Felt good to be back out on Thane.

“fake” Kook Run

In “honor” of the “judicial kook, the “good” doctor and myself decided to pretend we where cruising in the Caribbean and run on the “ship”.  Thus suffering through 10 miles of hill intervals on the treadmill.  I hope this is what the judicial kook was up to this morning.

I thought I’d be a nice guy and inform the shop teacher last night of the doctors and mine agenda.  He was less than impressed if you can imagine.  He did throw down a few well deserved “put downs” in his religious, mid-west way.  Oh well.

After I left the house this morning and started to walk to the health club, I realized that we had made the right choice.  It wasn’t that cold out, but dang, the roads were solid ice.  Enough said. 

The ole boy had to come into the club and poke us a little fun as he  headed out Thane.

The doctor was right on schedule, 10 minutes late.  But with good reason.  He was choosing his son’s high school for next year.   Well, lets see, a brand new school with no sports.   NOT.  The boys will be attending the old school that “works” well, sorta.

The doctor and I pushed through a couple of 8,9, and 10 degree intervals then turned the heat up for the last part of a ten mile run.  Ya, lots of fun.

The entertainment isn’t in running on the treadmill, but what takes place at a health club in the early a.m. hours.  

  The loudest person in Juneau and he’s not a kook.  Big smile for Sonic Boom.  He’s building the new high school.  He works out at the club in the morning.  Unfortunate for us, we know him and he had to come over to us and ask us if it were too “cold” outside to run.   Then he had to bring up the “anti-kook”, like they were old buddies.  “He’s probably out there right now”.     We informed him that he was already done and at work like he should be so leave us alone and go AWAY! 

As we finished our run, the shop teacher and the pit bull trainer came sauntering into the club.   The shop teacher in his sheepish voice explained how he went  “face” first into the pavement/ice running surface this morning.  He said he was well into a good ripping secession on the two wimps on the treadmills when he went down.  The only bummer of not witnessing the fall, is not being there to laugh out loud at him.  Oh well.  We will run “outside” on Tuesday.  Once every year on the treadmill is doable for a kook run.