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Mail Rage

I was at the post office today putting stamps on envelopes, not exciting in itself.  It was just after noon, closing time for the service counter.  They were finishing up the last of the customers that were in line before noon when a man came in carrying a package.  The manager told him that they closed at noon, but he could use the automated service counter.  He did not move.  She told him again to move to the automated service counter.  He did not move, and he pointed out, “They are still helping people.”  She explained that they were in line before noon.  He still did not move.  She directed him to the automated counter again and said she would call the police if he did not move.  He stayed put; she called the police.  I nervously licked the envelopes,  trying to get my mail done so that I could get the heck out of there.  I mean, what if he…do I dare say it…went postal?!   I guess he saw the police arrive, because he moved to the automated service counter.  The police came in and talked with the manager.  I finished my mail and left.  I did not see anything in the news, so I guess it ended peacefully.

Think Halloween is scary with its vampires, ghosts, spiders, witches, and ghouls?  Not nearly as scary as the next two months of candy, pies, cookies, pumpkin rolls, pitch-ins, and monstrous calorie packages disguised as gifts.  This afternoon I have eaten two handfuls of candy corn and peanuts.  There is a bag of opened trick or treat candy in the kitchen, but I will resist the evil temptation.  I did not lose 50 pounds to gain some back over two months!  Ugh!

I am training for a trail marathon on December 5.  I haven’t gotten serious about training until recently, mostly due to a hamstring strain.  I finally got a long trail run/walk in last weekend at Brown County State Park.  I was running alone, because Terry is way faster than I am.  I got lost, because I couldn’t see the trail at times through the leaves.  I finally climbed out of a ravine through thorny bushes saying to myself, “I don’t think I am on the trail anymore.”  Duh…what was my first clue, the fallen logs I had to climb over or the thorny underbrush catching on my pant legs and scratching my arms?  People with ADD probably shouldn’t run on barely visible trails – one distraction (look, a squirrel!), and you are done.  Anyway, I came out of the ravine at someone’s campsite; imagine his surprise, as he is relaxing in his camp chair, at seeing a middle-aged, gray-haired woman climbing out of the woods where there is no trail.  I told him that somehow I got off of Trail 9, and he pointed me in the direction of the trailhead.  I eventually got back on the path, Terry and I passed each other, and I almost lost the trail again.  I love a challenge!  It was so much fun, I am going to do it again!

Something New

I am stepping out into the blogging world.  It is a little scary, but I hope soon that it will be as fun as completing a sprint triathlon.   Seriously.