Milestones! 10,000 Views! A Visit to the Baseball Hall of Fame.

I'm excited - at the time of writing this, I am ONE view away from having had a total of 10,000 page-views on this blog!    Thank you to everyone that has stopped by more than once! (well, those that stopped by once too - but those that come back make me feel a touch more interesting than those that don't!)

I have found out that being off of work seems to interfere with my blog postings.  It seems that since I run at different times, I don't get my posts scheduled.  On a good note, it means the notifications are being mailed out as soon as I write it!

So, yesterday I headed up to the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY.  Being a runner - baseball isn't exactly my "thing," its not my wife's "thing" nor my children's.  BUT spending time with family IS our "thing."  Since my brother-in-law's family does have a "thing" for baseball - this was one of the places they wanted to see - so off we went!  Now, even a runnernerd like myself, that is familiar with names like Ryan Hall, Abebe Bikila, Walter George, and Katherine Switzer knows SOME baseball names.  Babe Ruth, Ty Cobb, Jackie Robinson and even Shoeless Joe Jackson (thank you Field of Dreams) are names that mean something to me.  The "All-American Pastime" isn't lost completely on this American. 

Sometimes.. you are running slow when you think you are running fast.. and sometimes you are running fast when you think you are running slow. Sometimes, its the same run.

[caption id="attachment_1238" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="Hey! I'm like the postal service! through Rain.. Sleet.. Snow..."][/caption]Man, could I have made that blog posting title any longer?  But it is true - Sometimes you are running slow when you think you are running fast.. and sometimes you are running fast when you think you are running slow.  Sometimes, it's the same run.  Last night was apparently one of those nights for me. I was sure I started out at an unsustainable bat-out-of-hell pace.  My legs were flying, I was breathing like a woman in a lamaze class.  I was zooming along, and knew it was an unsustainable pace, but had NO problems with slowing down later.