Letting mom take over

So i'm letting mom write this one today - i think she deserves it... woof woof


Picking up the pieces...
So this weekend I finished my second 13.1 mile half marathon. This time in cold brisk morning air of Tulsa, OK (I know, awesome location, huh?)
I go through phases as I run. Sometimes I sit back and reflect on what is going on in my life, currently and in the past and future, and sometimes I sit back and take in the scenario (whenever i'm not begging myself not to stop running and give up!) Lately the clarity of life is not there. I don't understand what is going on and I struggle to accept the things that I can't change. I'm happy yet I'm lost and alone. I know what I want, I just can't have it. This can make reflecting as painful as a blister on mile 12, so I thought more about happier things. Thought of things that I would like to accomplish in life, or even things that I would just like to do. The obvious being to run the 1/2 in a more respectable time, something under 2:15 at some point. Others like maybe I should try a full sometime, just to say I've tried it - and think how much short 13 will look after 26! Then there are things like I would love to dog sled, or see the start of the Iditarod race. I would love to go on a vacation to a cabin in Tahoe or Colorado and enjoy skiing, walking around in the snow, the fire place, the hot chocolate, the time with friends... I'm sure during the course of the race that many other thoughts came up, but they were lost on the road.
I guess the point of the post for me is accepting as we go. I use running as a means to clear my head, enlighten myself, and get my mind of the things that trouble and upset me. I need to learn that everything will work out. If I just keep "running" I will make it to the end - walking, slowing down, sprinting, hills - all combined together will make the race.
In the end, I set a PR of 2:27:05 - not great in running standards, but 15 minutes faster then my original attempt last April - definetly something to be proud of, for now!

The great escape

So I got bored in the backyard the other day...so boomer and I decided that we were going to dig underneath the fence and see what else there was to do outside. I'm not sure when i escaped, but I think i was gone for awhile because I was exhausted when I got home later that night. I didn't go very far when I was out cause I was a little scared, and hungry - if i went to far I might not get dinner! Mommies neighbor saw me out running around and when she yelled at me I came running to her and she put me in her backyard (no fun!). Boomer joined me a little later. I think mommy was somewhere between scared and mad at me... sorry mom! anyways, i don't think i'm going to do that again for awhile...It's just not as much fun as Houdini made it out to be!!!

Mommy hates texas

I just have to say that my mom is crazy! she and her friends were all gathered around the tv again on saturday and they started yelling and screaming and jumping up and down. They scared me big time! I went and hid behind the blinds at the back window so they couldn't see me anymore. And to make it all worse, they put a jersey on me and made me walk around in it all afternoon! I am so totally abused!!!! I hope that there aren't too many more of these crazy screaming matches, i just don't think i can take them!

Running

Hey there everyone, it's me again, Jenga. My mom and I went running yesterday. I'm not great at this sport yet, but she keeps telling me that I have big paws to fill when it comes to the running partner job. I am just so interested in everything that goes on around me, the kids playing, other dogs barking, trying to pick up pinecones that I just can't focus on running! I only can go about 2-3 miles right now but mom says as i get older and it gets colder that i will be able to do better...whatever! So anyways, that's what is new in my doggie world now...besides the fact that mom still won't let me chew on the sofa!!!!

My first howling

Hi, I'm Jenga - the Demon of Spades. I am an adorable black and white Siberian Husky that lives in a way to warm climate for all my fur. I'm in charge of this blog space, but since I am only 9 months old, I am going to let my mommy do most of the writing on this space. Anyways, I just wanted to jump on and say hi and hope you all enjoy the page! I'll try and put some cute pictures up every once in awhile to entertain you while you read.