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I went to bed Sunday night with visions of a great week of running and getting to the gym in my head.  This would be the week I transitioned  to taking Monday as a rest day and slipping a short run in Sunday after church instead of my traditional nap.  
 

But Monday night this happened:

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And because I can’t just carve a plain ol’ jackolantern, I was up till 11:00 pm meticulously carving the first line of Bach’s Tocatta and Fugue in D minor into my pumpkin. Tuesday morning, I just couldn’t.  Blame it on the pumpkin, or the wine, or the late night.  What was I thinking?  
 

Tuesday this happened:  RS05-OUS-bSvPX8SpITIN2xGw2Syp-3hg1LUmQiy81sH5s-G2l77umJDgudtivXvUiwUM-zT1jhD0QvOtYWhg6hXBBDvbAVIEOU4AZ5XOaAMtqLKjfo7hfL52-JgrvPCyOOoq-wZfSG265_6YtNnC9Xh-9argjWfaNFJyannMx6cP6F8e9dkbergK0JpCN5bsSVgv55yLYgNmifpVPf7_JIM_H3YaB_4kpDkOTodLSwX8lgAhJdMgJRnTIyWR00flC9GkgM-4rkNSVC1rTGdPZP3Zp6ZSSFZ9cubtbzVYUEFODIe26w3EmUA5YLvCwvNq3xyWr3q42FKf5ly-rRqZBi4dpapj_NzB8bmm0CYj9tFq2KcJXsWZd9xsV-doNHPiBWfUD54toSkdI4WL_1K0ituypBE4gGZqBYV-PUC8GCwwAMrG_vbEtGoT_i5J3W6YF_aoEZkxtjDGt4A_aJc6ERPahCzzL40v8JvjcM0n5rEDc_YQOQpmzKKR7339-La0CF3mVB94OlStspUrwx8zEDb3ITx6jaLCAMrL6ZpsNNoprJScKYwnxgBgFaVcCIh8SrTCIkFxX_nIvGr6CQRna4a0Cq393IKYmarvgoM3Q=w1660-h934-no FKyH6k82Tm9LktdEaGOdtgrZAisAE-MEeYYmlSKfphHe_1R2vLtuZtL2-2JpZwOGhxveXxsLWbxckODTJkuZmLd16dDCLn9ETcJ00qQSietGFoygLdw682fBB7zG8jRoRjPqXmhPq8zo8wfjwox_SuYZPY1sNJmB6l_7doUTZAXAdO_tHUBPlsO_bk4TZayIvjxy8FIIsGzwWuuoBqq7RToQ2FrxCLHGSJKgIJElSdANeomWjXsgPFbHPz02Jh3en0aAYTU-RpAIvb0sfzpRXFunazV9Uab9oiM-8qThE_DGb1aFqazQb8H4fu3DS8ngkUlgCPWNMnac4yztowZWdAPPmSCapSN-Yg382T_5m0usP0mxACj_PcW6L5NbCNByH8QqFZxID3_PtqjDfzBtytWd_od2NhsaMkWpkElIb8GciakSqBToey3bEZfKf-ftXYJrT9iJD2jBW4NfCYWUxIR7LRsWxziJfQW5uRrLArtTNgWHrxbR7X6bO0H3IwZIE5uhC6gB6bV1QAtah5sSS1FTrrcTG6VPYNkDJ75SYG6SuzbHamqf5TkI3o8tkULWndrrcDzTUG9hMD0Gm7NSIE9fz9SbKs_Q4R39-HXA-A=w527-h934-k-no


When my alarm went off Wednesday morning, I seriously contemplated running after choir practice. I certainly didn’t want to get out of bed.  Why am I so tired? 
 

When BF came by with his boys and asked how my morning went, I told him “meh” and that no matter what, I had to run after choir or I wouldn’t be getting the runs (and mileage) in that I planned for the week.
 

On the way home after choir last night I spotted this: 

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This house was once the Presbyterian parsonage. More recently owned by the wife of the man who’s retirement made it possible for me to have my current job. I texted him a picture of the house and told him it missed them so much it decided to up and leave.  
Someone has purchased the house and a plot of land to move it to  in Coupeville. Last night, after weeks of prep work, the big move happened.  The guys told me it would begin its journey down to the water at 10:00pm. (why go through such an expense is beyond me, but it is a very cool house.)  

 

Snapped some pictures and continued my run.  Must have left my Garmin on after my last run because it was dead before I even left the house.  Mileage?  I’ll check later. I am reluctant to bring Beau for runs because with his less than stellar leash manners I’m sure will spell injury over time, (I know. I’m not the greatest dog owner) I brought him last night because night runs give me more hebejeebies than morning runs and I figured I’ve been at this for a few months and am probably strong enough to keep good form. Glad I brought him ‘cause he did great.  Maybe I’m able to run just fast enough that he doesn’t feel I’m slowing him down any more.  
 

Instead of heading straight home after seeing the house all ready to go, I jagged across Midway and ran down to Ely.  Tell me loop, how does one pronounce Ely?  The locals have an unexpected pronunciation which makes me feel a little nutty because I AM a local but apparently don’t say it right.  
 

Decided to run up hwy 20 till it meets Midway again. Then a disturbing feeling told me that…. O.o

Who thought zippers on sports bras were a good idea?  I desperately need some new gear. My initial attempt to rescue the southbound zipper was too late.  It continued down as I stopped running… and a feeling of sudden freedom told me it had come entirely undone. Ack! Night time but sporadic traffic on a well lit road. I told Beau it looked like we were walking from there. Bummer ‘cause I knew I was about a mile from home and really didn’t intend to be out longer than 40 minutes. I started to cut through the dark patch of trees where the farmers market is held every summer and decided I had enough “privacy” to fix my wardrobe malfunction. Why do I even have this stupid bra?  Oh, right. Because without leaving the island the options at Big5 are:

 

A:  no fasteners at all, so you have to wrestle yourself in and out of the darn thing and nearly dislocate a shoulder post workout not to mention the time I nearly had to call for help from the fitting room because I thought I was stuck.
B: Zipper fronted idiocity. 

Maybe I should just go on Amazon or visit the Enell website and order something better ‘cause having to stop mid-run to re-secure the girls is beyond ridiculous.  
 

Wardrobe *ahem* fixed, I picked up the pace again and ran the rest of the way including ALL THE WAY UP THE HILL FROM MIDWAY TO O’LEARY LIKE IT WAS ALMOST NOTHING! :big-dancing-banana-smiley-emoticon:

The night run was actually pretty nice. Beau appreciated the outing. I hope to wake up and run Friday, but  maybe my body has decided it just doesn’t want to get up in the morning.  I’m turning into a night owl?  Who knows.  As I drank my water and video-chatted with BF, I told him about the house moving at 10:00. Looked at the time 9:50.  Heard the kids still awake because they didn’t have to get up in the morning for parent teacher conferences. Told them to load up in the car. I wouldn’t tell them what we were doing. They wanted a hint.  “How did my favorite house get here?”  

“It came on a boat”  Mookie replied.  

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This house was moved here from Seattle by Mr. Patton when they were putting in I-5. Slotted for demolition, he bought it and a few others super cheap and had them shipped to Whidbey on barges.  If I won the lottery, this would be my forever after home.

They were all confused.  Why was my house being moved again?  

“It’s not.”  

We arrived at the playhouse parking lot just in time to catch this:  

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Mookie said it was just like the movie "UP" minus the balloons.  
 

Night runs aren’t so  bad.

 

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I'm with you on the dog debate.  I can't run with our dog.  He loves it, but I always feel like it leads to an injury and irritation for me.  My DH won't run with me without the dog though (I think he likes the potty and sniffing breaks more than the dog does- Ha!).  I used to just feel guilty for not bringing him when I went alone. Now with the gym running, I don't have that guilt... He would hate the treadmill.  Plus this way he gets walks with more sniffing at night!

I think I'd say Ely aas E- LIE, long E and long I, but my Philly accent probably says a lot of things wrong. 

Cute "Up" story and great job on getting UP the hill!!!!

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when mo, my beloved wife, moved to texas, she had a hard time pronouncing things. I told her that when in doubt, just mispronounce the name as much as possible and you'll get it. Manchaca is Manshack and Pedernales is Purdddnalus. Even if it's wrong, people will think you're on to something.

I drew a mustache on my pumpkin and called it a day. you are an overachiever.

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Sometimes i beat myself up for doing things that could maybe be done easier some other way or cheaper.  And then I see folks moving houses like this and realize that sometimes your heart will tell you that inefficient and expensive are just plain right.

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25 minutes ago, SandiBeach said:

I'm with you on the dog debate.  I can't run with our dog.  He loves it, but I always feel like it leads to an injury and irritation for me.  My DH won't run with me without the dog though (I think he likes the potty and sniffing breaks more than the dog does- Ha!).  I used to just feel guilty for not bringing him when I went alone. Now with the gym running, I don't have that guilt... He would hate the treadmill.  Plus this way he gets walks with more sniffing at night!

I think I'd say Ely aas E- LIE, long E and long I, but my Philly accent probably says a lot of things wrong. 

Cute "Up" story and great job on getting UP the hill!!!!

This is how I pronounce it, but everyone who lives on Ely street pronounces it Ee-lee.  
Weirdo's.  

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3 minutes ago, Running Nutz said:

Sometimes i beat myself up for doing things that could maybe be done easier some other way or cheaper.  And then I see folks moving houses like this and realize that sometimes your heart will tell you that inefficient and expensive are just plain right.

On the plus side, this home was hidden in it's old location.  The result of being one of the originals of the town and selling off the land around it for residential development. I haven't seen the new location, but imagine, it will do more justice to the beauty of a by-gone era.

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Where's the picture of your finished pumpkin?? You should show off that hard work! It sounds like it was awesome! WOW on the moving of houses!

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1 hour ago, NCAthlete said:

Where's the picture of your finished pumpkin?? You should show off that hard work! It sounds like it was awesome! WOW on the moving of houses!

Doing finishing touches tonight when BF's boys carve their pumpkins (we were late with all of that this year)  Will post the final picture.  

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Ely, Nevada is pronounced E-LEE, too. It's whatever the locals decide. Beatrice, Nebraska is Be-AAA-trice. Hurricane, Utah is Hurrr-i-cun.

Amazon.

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You need to Amazon your way to better support for the girls! Having to stop to fix the dang thing is not good--throw it in the trash now!

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