| Year | Runs | Miles | Average Run |
| 2004 | 149 | 668.535 | 4.48 |
| 2005 | 139 | 850.84 | 6.12 |
| 2006 | 122 | 635.57 | 5.35 |
| 2007 | 133 | 690.81 | 5.04 |
| 2008 | 136 | 684.38 | 5.03 |
| 2009 | 135 | 858.68 | 6.36 |
| Total | 410 | 4406.915 | 5.38 |
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Lifetime Running Totals
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
CNN's list of the 50 best jobs in America
In 2010, I'm going to try to go with a blog theme or series of themes. One thing I'd like to do is create a book of lists---of what, I'm not sure, but in keeping with that theme, here's a post from CNN that lists the 50 best jobs in America
http://bit.ly/6VxTO3
http://bit.ly/6VxTO3
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
The Blessed Mother's Dream
This came home with some class material from my daughter's Catholic Elementary School---and I'm repeating it here.
It's important to remember the true meaning of Christmas.
I'll be doing that on Christmas morning at Mass while my neighbors, exhausted from decorating, climbing roofs and trees to place lights, shopping and other festive activities, are sleeping in.
I had a dream Joesph.
I don't understand it, not really, but I think it was about a birthday celebration for our Son. I think that was what it was about.
The people had been preparing for it for about six weeks.
They had decorated the house and bought new clothes. They had gone shopping many times and bought elaborate gifts.
It was peculiar, though, because the presents weren't for our Son.
They wrapped them in beautiful paper and tied them with lovely bows and placed them under a tree.
Yes, a tree, Joseph, right in their house.
They had decorated the tree also. The branches were full of glowing balls and sparkling ornaments. There was a figure on top of the tree. It looked like an angel might look. Oh, it was beautiful.
Everyone was laughing and happy. They were all excited about the gifts.
They gave the gifts to each other, Joseph, not to our Son.
I don't even think they knew Him.
They never mentioned His name.
Doesn't it seem odd for people to celebrate someone's birthday if they don't know Him?
I had the strangest feeling that if our Son had gone to this celebration He would have been intruding.
Everything was so beautiful, Joseph, and everyone was so glad, but it made me want to cry.
How sad for Jesus---not to be wanted at His own birthday party.
I'm glad it was just a dream.
How terrible Joseph if it had been real.
It's important to remember the true meaning of Christmas.
I'll be doing that on Christmas morning at Mass while my neighbors, exhausted from decorating, climbing roofs and trees to place lights, shopping and other festive activities, are sleeping in.
The Blessed Mother's Dream
I had a dream Joesph.
I don't understand it, not really, but I think it was about a birthday celebration for our Son. I think that was what it was about.
The people had been preparing for it for about six weeks.
They had decorated the house and bought new clothes. They had gone shopping many times and bought elaborate gifts.
It was peculiar, though, because the presents weren't for our Son.
They wrapped them in beautiful paper and tied them with lovely bows and placed them under a tree.
Yes, a tree, Joseph, right in their house.
They had decorated the tree also. The branches were full of glowing balls and sparkling ornaments. There was a figure on top of the tree. It looked like an angel might look. Oh, it was beautiful.
Everyone was laughing and happy. They were all excited about the gifts.
They gave the gifts to each other, Joseph, not to our Son.
I don't even think they knew Him.
They never mentioned His name.
Doesn't it seem odd for people to celebrate someone's birthday if they don't know Him?
I had the strangest feeling that if our Son had gone to this celebration He would have been intruding.
Everything was so beautiful, Joseph, and everyone was so glad, but it made me want to cry.
How sad for Jesus---not to be wanted at His own birthday party.
I'm glad it was just a dream.
How terrible Joseph if it had been real.
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