Me name is Hobble "The Gimp" McDodder...

AARRRRRR!!!

Why can't it be Talk Like a Pirate Day? I never feel like talking like a pirate when the day finally comes around. I'll bet me good friend Cutthroat Katie McKyle never has that problem. She's a REAL pirate. Not like me- I'm a pretend pirate.

Okay, cut me some slack folks, I ran SIX MILES today. So, I'm feelin a little woozy in de membrane.

So, I was a total pooz and slept through my alarm this morning, so I missed the group run (but I totally had a good excuse- I didn't get back from airport until late the night before, and that was after a day of missed connections due to stupid fog in Houston). But, I still ran the 6 miles later, with my own personal support vehicle (that'd be B on his bike of course) on the Springwater trail.

Gosh, it was hard.

I was really slow too- it took me an hour and fifteen, so I'm hoping to shave off a few minutes of that by the P'tree (also a 10K), but I'm not gonna cry if I can't, because I can run for longer than an hour! Absolutely blows my mind.

So now I'm really really sore (hence the title of this post)- will have to do yogurt tomorrow since I can't afford a massage, but yoga does the trick pretty good. And frozen peas. Can't forget the stupid peas.

In traveling news: I was in Montgomery Al for just one day, but I got to see the lovely and sparkely girls from Auburn (Diane and Laura) for an entertaining evening of margaritas and too many chips and salsa. Laura is graduating this week with a Masters degree in Landscape Architecture (and no, she said she won't do your backyard) and Diane is diligently (ahem) working on completing her PhD in Forestry- she's going to save our forests from nasty pollution (wave to everyone, girls). I'm so proud of them. I could just kick myself because they invited me to stay for one more day to accompany them to a Blues and BBQ fest the next day, which was really tempting, but I was concerned about not finding another flight out without having to pay too much in change fees, so I sadly declined...

...and then ended up stuck in a plane on the tarmac of the New Orleans airport for half the afternoon. And, yes I said New Orleans. That's because the flight from Montgomery couldn't land in Houston (my connecting city) due to fog, so the plane was diverted to New Orleans (sad flying over it by the way- still too many blue tarps) until the fog could clear up. By the time we were able to continue on, I'd missed my connecting flight, so had to hang out at the Houston airport for six hours. Doh! I could not stop thinking about how I could have been eating bbq and listening to excellent music sitting out in the grass on a beautiful southern spring day. Stupid!

Oh well. At least I had all of Season 2 of Grey's Anatomy on my computer (oh, I love me some pirates), so I settled in next to an outlet and watched 6 episodes back to back whilst fighting off other stranded passengers in the terminal who wanted to watch with me (not kidding).

So, it's good to finally be home, although I turn around in a few days and head to Baton Rouge. Should find some good eats there. Maybe I'll meet a Cajun pirate too! Maybe someone like Ragin Cajun Carville. Only not so creepy.

Orewar! (That's 'goodbye' in Creole, yo)