Monday, April 20, 2009

Day 847 -- Fishing Bridge

The Fishing Bridge over the Yellowstone River. According to this blog, you can no longer fish from the Fishing Bridge, because the river was getting fished out. So, since 1973, it's been the Looking at Fish Bridge. Works for me. That way, I don't have to clean the things. (Isn't that a great euphemism? "Clean a fish." Much better than, "rip its guts out, peel off its skin, cut off its head and tail.")

I did take yesterday off. This morning, I felt great, and ran a peppy seven miles. I didn't feel at all bad after Saturday's 16 miles.

It's been a rough couple of days at the Jogger household. Mrs. J and two of the kids have been sick. The medium Little Jogger is never fun when he's sick. He is whiny and hard to live with. The first Little Jogger just kind of holed up in her room. But this evening, she tried to do her math homework, in order to go back to school tomorrow, and she just couldn't do it. It demanded more concentration than she had. To a normal 14-year-old, or an adult with perspective, that's just the way it is. Not gonna get this assignment done today. But the Little Jogger is a horrible perfectionist, and she's afraid of looming disaster. So she was upset.

Overall, it's just been a weekend to try to survive. I hope this next week goes better.