Never enough time, or I am way too slow...

Watching the Women's 800 this morning, and sure enough if I had started with them they would have finished before I got to the 250 mark. Still I do love the women that do things fearlessly. Then I caught the Russian Pole Vaulter! Talk about fearless, after brushing the bar twice at a possible new World Record (5.05 m), she went for a third and Prayed (talking to herself and God, no one else could answer) as she applied sticky and did the vault flawlessly - at least in her mind. Then she flew down to the pit, placed the pole and sprang to the ceiling and cleared - and her smile came back as she relaxed on the way down to that cushion. Lovely thing being fearless, and Wyatt is on vacation or she would have been the Olympic Hottie of the day (I know she is above all that - but some men are so shallow) - and when she smiles I almost wish I were young and foolish and single - but I am only foolish. Inspired I went out for the morning jog - between rains squalls with lightning. It was a good morning and I was inspired and cranked on pumping my arms with the hand weights and dreaming, then I got by the Greyhound Rescue Ranch, and I had lots of running buddies - they would bark joyfully and start running along the fence with me and then look back when they realized my speed was stall, sputter and stall, sputter and stroll. Such a slug, but they are beautiful when they stretch out and leap into the distance and future, if I ever get a dog it isn't going to be a sight hunter - I would need a horse to keep up, and I don't do horses. Good day to be alive, isn't it? Wife recommends no motorcycle in the squalls, sigh, don't you just wish she weren't so often right? Nah, I remember when she was all the fearless I could handle, and I am not sure I ever did. Got to go, disconnect, turn off computer and join the taxpaying public...