Well...
where do I begin? so much has happened since I was here last.
I have to admit, I'm not real good at this...Blogging... I keep a journal and have for years, and
getting in the habit to Blog is still new. And to top it off, my typing skills are, well uh, they suck. But hey, I'm making the effort.
The training is going well. We're on a three week run so we have some time to get in to a routine.
I think the hardest part of training out here especially during the summer is trying to get to bed early enough to be able to wake up early enough to beat the heat. Yesterday in Phoenix the high was 114 degrees. Fortunately I was done by then. John Boy, our bass player tried to fry an egg on a rock, not quite hot enough. But if it's hot enough to make someone find an egg and a suitable rock on which to fry it on... you know it's hot.
Today we're in Vegas. I was up and out by 7:00am. I got 5 and other than feeling like I swallowed a sweater,
it was great!
If this worked, I attached a map of the run I ran. I found this Map My Run web site that's been real fun and helpful in locating areas to run. Check it out!
I had a very special Father's Day this year. Although I really wished I could have been home with Cindy and the boys we were in Washington D.C. this year and some of the guys in the band, the Warren Brothers, Lance Miller, and Tim's cousin, Cathy Rainey and I all went to Walter Reed Army Medical Center to visit with some soldiers and play some music. It was the most amazing show of the awesome spirit these young men and women of the military have. I met some real Heros... HEROS.
Mike, Curtis, Brian, Steve, are just a few of the guys I met and the impression they left on me will never be forgotten. We actually visited the Mologne House, kind of a Ronald McDonald House for the families of soldiers who have just recently been released from Walter Reed. Many with serious injuries they sustained while in battle, and all were in their twenties... just kids.
And when I would ask them what do they wanted to do when they got better they all said, " go back!"
I left the Mologne House a different person. Forever affected by total strangers that put their lives on the line to insure our freedom and safety.
I know it's not hardly enough but, Thank You!
Hi Deano!
First of all, your doing a great job of blogging and who really cares if your typing sucks, it's the content that counts. And I don't really know if there is any "blogging" etiquette to follow? So, just keep on writing and sharing. I also have kept a journal since college, so this blogging is new to me too!
Glad your running is going well and your keeping up with it. The desert southwest is definitely like an oven, especially in the summer. I spent a summer there once in 1994, and on the day I arrived in June, it was a record breaking 121 degrees! As I recall reading in the newspaper, people did fry an egg on the sidewalk that day, and it came out sunny side up! So, tell John boy it needs to be a least 121 degrees to fry an egg!
Glad you had a memorable experience visiting with our service men. Yes, they are all heroes in my book too. Anyone who goes and serves in our military is totally brave and admirable. I agree, words of thank you just don't seem enough for the service and sacrifice they make for our freedom and safety. But what I think we can do though as civilians, is to show our support to them by visiting, writing, sending supplies, and praying for them. And you already did that the other day with the other band members and singers. So, good job Deano!
Thank you,
Christine