Dogs Welcoming Home Soliders

OK, this is seriously the best thing I've ever seen in my life. A page with several videos of soldiers getting home and being greeted by their dogs after MONTHS away overseas. Best. Ever.

And then there's a video at the bottom of solider dads surprising their kids at school. Unbelievable. It's getting a little dusty in here I think.

Here's the link. It's awesome.

Thank you to all the soldiers who have ever, in any way, served our country and made it safe for us to live the lives we choose to live. We get to make that choice because of what you do. So thank you and Happy Veterans Day!

Sooo I did it.

As you probably know, last weekend I ran my first half-marathon. I started training on Aug. 10, and I worked all the way through the race day on Nov. 1.

The training guide said not to set a time goal for your first race, and that finishing should be enough. Yeah, right. I know me. I set a goal, albeit a modest goal -- two and a half hours. It's not really that fast a time -- it's an 11:30/mile pace. But I didn't want to push myself TOO hard. After all, the most I'd ever run in my life up to that point was about six miles, but I only did that once. Other than that, the most I ever did was three miles.

I woke up at 5 a.m., got to the starting line a little after 7 a.m., and I was off. My official time was 2:19:51, almost 10 minutes better than my goal (or 45 seconds faster per mile). It rained the whole time, and it was cold the whole time...haha. Frankly, it's a miracle I did not get sick. Running in shorts and a T-shirt in temperatures that did not rise above the low 50s and RAIN.

But hey, nothing in the world can compare to the surge and the rush when I turned the corner and saw the downhill road to the finish line. I sprinted the home stretch. Well, it felt like sprinting to me. Actually, I don't know what it felt like. I couldn't feel my legs at that point; I was just forcing them forward.

I stopped for a few seconds at two water stations to drink some water, and I tried to drink a cup of sports drink while running, but I think I ended up just pouring it down my shirt. Otherwise, it was a good race. The course was pretty difficult, I think. Lots of hills, so I'm glad my regular training route included a pretty big-ass hill. I felt prepared for it, and I experienced no pain until later in the day.

For the next few days, I seriously considered going up the stairs on all fours and sliding down the stairs on my ass like we did as kids. I made it though. The pain is gone now.

A former co-worker of mine ran her first half-marathon and marathon recently. She started a blog about it. But the theme of her training was "Pain is temporary; pride is forever." I can tell you right now, I'm addicted to the feeling of crossing the finish line. Three months of training, two-plus hours of running -- it's all worth it to feel the rush of crossing the finish line.

I will run another one. Probably not in the next 12 months, but we'll see how I feel when summer rolls around. I can already feel the change in one way: it feels funny taking the week off from running. I'm actually getting an itch to run. I never imagined that would ever happen.

So either this week or maybe next week, I'll get back out and run three or four miles four or five times a week, just to keep in shape. I feel like this is the best shape I've been in in several years, all thanks to the training -- running four days a week, weight training three days a week and I added 400 crunches per day. Let's just keep it going.

I'm also thinking about doing P90X. My roommate has the DVDs and said he'd allow me to borrow them. It would give me something to do as far as working out goes during the cold months when I probably wouldn't enjoy running around outside. If I do that and it works for me, I'll post some before and after pictures. They're pretty ridiculous, so I hope to have some news to report there. We'll see!

For now, I'm just so incredibly proud of myself for actually sticking to the training for three months and running the whole race. Oh yeah! I ran EVERY STEP of the race, which is significant because I could not complete a training run during the previous three months without walking some. But last week, I didn't stop to walk once. I just kept going. I surprised myself.

So yeah. I'm just really proud of myself for doing this. I never thought I'd ever run ONE half-marathon, and now I'm actually excited to run another one. You better believe I hung up the medal I got for finishing. I wore that thing the whole day afterward.

I'm rambling now. IMAGINE MY SURPRISE. I'll just stop now while I'm ahead. I'm just really happy with myself. :-)

LATER!
-BG

WIN

One more Yankee post because I still love everyone and everything:

YANKEES WIN...THEEEEEE YANKEES WIN!!

YES SIR!!

It's been a long nine years. I know it doesn't compare to the suffering of Cubs fans or Indians fans or anything like that, but I'm not a Cubs fan or an Indians fan. Still though, Yankee years are like dog years. Every year feels like it's much longer than a year.

This feels GOOD. After being one out away in 2001, I had "New York, New York" ready to go on my computer. Arizona came back, and I was put on hold. I couldn't play the song, and I blamed myself ever since.

I have literally not listened to that song by choice since then.

That all changed tonight. I got to play it loudly and proudly after the Yanks beat the Phillies in game 6 of the World Series tonight to win title No. 27.

After 2001, and then losing so painfully in 2004, and then missing the playoffs completely last year, wow. This, this just feels really, really good.

GO. YANKS.