ORN: 3 miles, all run.
Taper madness has set in, seriously. Going nuts with low mileage and off days. So, might as well pick up on the current Internet meme. Jenny tagged me, you know the drill…here are five facts about me.
1. I grew up on a cattle ranch in Nebraska. Most people I know have never met anyone from Nebraska much less actually know someone from Cornhusker land. Farms out there are laid out in very neat one mile squares. To this day, when I think about running one mile, I visualize going corner to corner past our farm; when I need to run four miles, it’s once around the section, at least in my mind.
2. From age 8 until college, I played baseball as much as possible. I actually tried out with Royals and Reds and got a second look from the latter. I gained a huge life-lesson sitting in the outfield grass late one night listening to a Cincinnati Reds scout talking to about 20 of us. I use that lesson regularly for myself and those I work with.
3. My mother-in-law’s cousin’s husband’s brother was married three times and, apparently, none of the unions went all that well. So bad, he opted for this on his tombstone.
4. I remember sport team uniforms and font styles on numbers and letters. This is a real waste of perfectly good brain cells but it continues. Boston College has very good uniforms. All sports have the same color theme and the same font for numbers and names. Ohio State has the worst basketball uniforms, even though the change every year…they are consistently bad.
5. When I travel in the South, I always eat at least once at Waffle House. Those of you who live in the South might find this odd/ disgusting/ disillusioning/ offputting. Those of you who don't will wonder what the deal might be. Well, I’m simply fascinated by these tiny diners at every intersection (it seems). The waffles are truly awesome; the hash browns (covered and smothered) are something you should have once and a while. Mostly, I like the people. Always an interesting conversation with the staff and the local regulars.
There…more than you wanted. If you’d like to play along, consider yourself tagged.
Persevere.
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6 comments:
blogger meet up will NOT be at Waffle House in Huntsville.
Not from the south...covered and smothered? I think one means gravy, but the other? And why would you ruin perfectly good hashbrowns with anything other than salt and pepper? I tell you, that's weird...
Nice tombstone - kinda sad that he went out feeling so negative!
LOL @ Michele! Yea, Waffle House people area colored bunch, and I don't mean skin color, for sure... I just try to find one with a good health score and stick with it.
Waffle House is the best. I have great times there. Can never decide on what to have. It's all good.
Ahhhh- Waffle House. The memories of late nights.
Thanks for sharing Joe. I grew up watching the Reds at Crosley field.
That tombstone....I'm not sure whether to laugh or be offended! ; ) : ) I lived in FL for two years and never went to a Waffle House. I do miss the grits though...
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