MEMOIRS OF A PENG

Coyotes in Area. Pets are at Risk.

My foot strikes the gravel powered by my matchless spirit and invincible attitude of overachievement. My stride is fast and confident. I feel great. I glance down at my watch. Mile one completed in six minutes, twenty seconds. Woo hoo! I continue my sprint rather pleased with oneself. I pass a sign that reads: Coyotes in area. Pets are risky. Really? Once, I had a staring competition with a coyote on this very trail. That was intense. Ah, just around the bend, the house that President George Bush grew up in. Isn’t that cute! A little further down the path I cross a bridge I like to call, Blueberry Bridge. The scene of an unfortunate and unwelcome re-visitation of my blueberry waffles on a previous morning run. And that’s how you know you are in Odessa… Then it hits me. One point four miles into the middle of the desert. You know, sometimes I just don’t know what goes on in this tiny little pea brain. Do not; I repeat DO NOT drink Triple X Vitamin water before participating in a cardio workout. Triple X Vitamin water is water fortified with antioxidants. No further explanation is needed. Hmm…short run.

In Other News.

Well kids, here’s the diddy. I failed. I failed. I failed. Apparently, I suck at this blogging regularly concept. Several indicators fed this failure into abundance. One, I overcommitted. Two, I have been in hiding. The truth is I spent the first month transitioning into life in Odessa in misery. Self inflicted of course. I now confess and own this failure on my part, but I am also very happy to announce that I have found acceptance and even happiness in this somewhat unpleasant alteration. I have found my groove at the present I am excited for what is to come in the next six months I am to spend here. Highlights/realizations of the past four weeks in consolidation are as follows:

• Chasing boys is a very stupid idea.
• There are lots of things I have to do in this life that I just don’t want to, but I do it anyway, and that will never change.
• Why can’t MY car be a Transformer?
• Training for my race has been challenging, but I have finally hit a sweet spot. Shaved a minute off my time last week! Boom.
• I miss Anna. If you were a lawn, I’d be a gnome. If you were a mortgage, I’d be a home.
• I would eat the cherry sauce at Dairy Queen used for cherry dipped cones by the spoonful if appropriate.
• I experienced my first body building show and liked it, although, it made me feel dirty.
• Compelling realities move us to action.
• Hebrews 5:7-10