Me and You and a Dog Named Blue

Well, a bike named Blu.

Trying to upload an image in a hurry, and having no luck. So I'll just go ahead and paste in the latest adventures of our friend Geores as described by the man himself. His van is named Liah, and his bike is named Blu. Here's what he's been up to:

04/12, the last day of month one, 1:30PM; sitting in front of the closed, Kiowa, library, even though the sign reads "OPEN 9AM to 5PM." But that's kind of what the morning's been like.

Awake at 3:45 in a clearing off of 69 that was parked in after dark. Started runner's oatmeal and coffee at 4AM. Ate the oatmeal then took a nap afterward with coffee on low to slowly perk. woke up in morning light and discovered the driveway that Liah was parked in. In the ensuing rush to get things in order for travel, the hot, yes HOT, coffee came down in a shockingly painful gush on the bare right foot, scalding it red, and changing the color of a goodly portion of Liah's green carpet to brown. Applied cooking oil to the cooked part of the foot and three and a half of the toes and it felt better once it was through being touched. Then there appeared to be a truck coming from the inside of the gate, so immediately drove off before having secured things properly, causing more chaos inside Liah. A glance back with glasses on showed the truck to be a cow.

Now for the donning of running shoes and socks and a plan of attack. Decided to run one-mile segments as an experiment, and so the foot could be tended to often if need be - and it did. The first three treks weren't that bad, until the water blisters began to develop. Managed to finish the 6.9-mile AM run in 68 minutes in spite of more head wind, probably because the pain helped to run faster.

Locked Blu to a guard rail and drove Liah a mile north to visit the Kiowa library before the PM run. On the way there was this suspicious looking and acting vehicle, which had pulled alongside and then dropped back behind, right behind, Liah. Moved nervously over into the left lane to get ready for a left turn and so did the follower - a little unsettling. Saw the estimated desired street a little too late to spend much time in the turning median before turning and after the turn came the siren and multitudes of flashing blue, red, and yellow lights dancing about all over the place coming from hidden light bulbs hidden in the vehicle stalking Liah and not noticed during the cat and mouse maneuvers. It was a very exciting 5MPH ½ block chase. When the chase was finally over, officer Steve asked, "How are you today, sir?" Felt like showing him the right foot, but afraid he might see the half eaten can of mixed vegetables as well and make an arrest for eating while driving.

Well, after fidgeting around for license, registration, insurance, whereabouts, mostly unknown to a blank mind, he wanted to know more. So the stack of newspaper clippings about the run was brought to his attention. after perusing over a couple of them he makes a mysterious phone call on his little cell phone. Was he calling for a paddy wagon? No! He was calling the newspaper in McAlester to see if they were interested in doing a story about this 69 year-old guy he had pulled over to cite for an illegal left turn (or who knows what?) who was running the entire 1136 miles of Highway 69 and looked like Santa Claus. Finding out that the runner was headed that way, the reporter decided to do the story tomorrow. Officer Steve turned over the cell phone number of the newspaper reporter and said, "Have a safe trip, and be careful."

"Gitty-up reindeer!"

The librarian went to a funeral.

My running life will never be as interesting as the above, but I'm planning an update on it in this space sometime soon.