What? Who’s This?

The time has come for change my dear blogaverse friends.

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No, not that kind.

As we all know, the only constant in the universe is change, and our lives right along with it.  I am and forever shall be in love with all things Disney.  That being said, upon deciding to revive my sad little corner of the internet, I decided I needed to expand my options and not just keep things centered on the Mouse.  Not that I didn’t do that before.  It’s just now I feel shaking things up a little bit, which is always a good thing in my book.

So as I get ready to jump on this blogging roller coaster – AGAIN – I would advise all you fine peeps to once again hang on for the ride.  Hopefully it will be entertaining, thought-provoking, and maybe even find you shedding a tear every so often.

Good tears.  That’s the only kind we like around here.

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As any blogger will tell you, audience participation is always encouraged.  If there is anything you’d like to get my thoughts on, feel free to leave them in the comments.  All I ask if we keep things positive.  You have to have been living under a rock to not know the negativity in this world has gotten out of control, so I like to keep things in a better light.  That’s not to say I won’t tackle controversial subjects head on, I just prefer to keep the somewhat mature conversation train rolling along the tracks.

Time to once again hang on and…..

Enjoy the ride.

The South Florida Edition of Run Where I Live!

Because where I live is AWESOME….

#heavysigh

#heavysigh

Okay, well not EXACTLY here, but you get the general idea.

When Danielle asked me to be a part of the cool kid’s club, I played it, well, cool.  “Yeah, well, let me think about it and I’ll get back to you.”  N-O-T.  It was actually more like this.

Whooooo hooooo!

Whooooo hooooo!

Along with a bunch of other equally cool kids, Danielle came up with the great idea of taking you on a virtual running tour where each of us live.  Cool, right?  Right? RIGHT???  Soooooo, I bet you’ll never guess where I’ll be taking you.  Go ahead.  Guess.  Guess again.  Nah really, guess.  No idea?  Heeeheeeheee, silly wabbits. Twicks are for the twopics.

Try saying THAT five times fast.

Uhhhh....

Uhhhh….

Once you untwist your tongue from your left ear, follow along with me as I take you on a short little journey NOT to the beach.  Sorry kids, I’m just keeping it real.  Real close.  Like across the street from my crib close.  Because the powers that be in my little corner of the universe were kind enough to provide us lowly residents with a dog-friendly, duck-friendly, dingo-friendly, well-marked running path.  (Actually I’m just guessing on the dingos.)

The dingos ARE the babies!

The dingos ARE the babies! HA!

So come along with me to a little cozy place called Coconut Creek, Florida.  More specifically, a lovely little spot known to the natives – well, everybody actually – as….cue drum roll here…..Sabal Pines Park.

See?  Sabal Pines Park.  The dingos are chillin' in the bushes.

See? Sabal Pines Park. The dingos are chillin’ in the bushes.

Coconut Creek – aka the Butterfly Capital the World – is doing it’s best to be a green city.  We get to reap the benefits by having numerous parks and walkways throughout our pretty little ‘burb, and Sabal Pines is no exception.  Located about five minutes from the north end of Fort Lauderdale, Sabal Pines has three baseball fields, one softball field, a couple of smaller ball fields for the smaller human units, and a couple of combination football/soccer fields.  ‘Cause, you know, us Americans are a little confused when it comes to what sport actually requires the use of feet.

Surrounding all this confusion, is a paved and concrete 1.15 mile path, marked approximately every 20-30 feet with…..wait for it…..PAW PRINTS.  Because we are JUST THAT AWESOME.

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Thought I was kidding about the paw prints, didn’tcha?

If you start at the conveniently marked start/finish line, and go toward the north end of the park and follow the path to the southwest, you’ll come out by the soccer fields.  Head south towards the water and guess what?  The locals will be only to happy to greet you with a flurry of feathers and quacking.  They often even get so excited, they just poop right on the spot!  So watch your step.  I like to consider it a stretch of a Spartan race.

Watch out for land mines.  They're not deadly, but tend to be bit slippery.  This is a public service announcement courtesy of Black Dog Productions.

Watch out for land mines. They’re not deadly, but tend to be a bit slippery. This is a public service announcement courtesy of Black Dog Productions.

As you run the path, you can always zoom your way into the main park building for pit stops and water.  There’s also bathrooms and a water fountain on the east side of the park near the tennis courts.  Two paws up for this one as the water is always nice and COLD.  That’s a BIG score when you’re running in 95+ degree heat.  The park rangers are also usually buzzing around in golf carts in case you need any help.  There’s also ample parking next to the tennis courts and by the main building near the big playground.  Remember not to leave anything of value in your car.  There have been a few burglaries over the years, even with all the traffic in and out of the park, so just be smart about it and leave your bling back at the home base.  You look fabulous in just sweat dahling.

I’ve found this little slice of park paradise to be perfect for timing Mr. Galloway’s Magic Mile, as you don’t necessarily have to have a GPS with you to confirm the exact distance.  It’s also great if you want to do so some quarter-mile repeats, as the pavement is marked at each – you guessed it – quarter mile!  Nice stuff, ain’t it?!

Overall, even though there’s not a lot of shady spots on this path, it’s clearly marked, flat, and not usually too crowded if there’s not a sporting event taking place.  The bathrooms are clean, the water is cold, and the natives are friendly.  What else could one possibly want?  You can even motor across the road and meet me in the pool for a nice post-workout cool down!  Just have your people call my people and they’ll see if I’m available.

Come on in, the water's fine!

Come on in, the water’s fine!

So that’s about it for a quick little running journey through the tropics.  If you ever happen to hyperspace to the northern end of Broward County and you’re looking for an easily accessible, well-hydratable, slightly poopy decorated running path, check out the ‘burbs and Sabal Pines Park.  I’ll be waiting for you at the end with a margarita and bowl of Moose Tracks in hand.  Because that is HOW WE ROLL here in the Creek.

Make sure you follow along on Danielle’s virtual tour of running HERE!  Her blog will have links to all kinds of cool places to run written by those peeps who know them best.  We even get to blast over to Aussie Land for a bit o’mate time!

Ready for some more running in the Sunshine State?  Your next stop on the Run Where I Live party train will be near our favoritest place ever.  Yes, we are headed to Orlando!  Yes, THAT Orlando!  The one with MICKEY!! So jump on board ’cause the train is departing.  Next stop, See Jess Run!  ALL ABOARD!!

 

Enjoy the ride.

If you’d like to make your hometown another stop on the Run Where You Live Road Trip, submit your link to Danielle at Live, Run, Grow, and she’ll gladly add you to the list!

Ooh! Ooh! My Turn! My Turn!

Yup!  I lovelovelove this kind of stuff!

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Rae tagged me in the latest runner-bloggerer whaddyawannaknowaboutme craze storming the interwebs.  Always happy to oblige and share my most deeply held secret agent Black Dog Stuff – alright maybe not really all THAT secret agent-like – here goes.  Hang on, this is gonna get good.  Okay, maybe not so much.  Humor me.

Oh Black Dog, you "otter" make me laugh!

Oh Black Dog, you “otter” make me laugh!

1.  Trails, Roads, or Dreadmills?

I think you can pretty much figure out which of those I DON’T like.  Unless you have your snout buried in a bowl of Moose Tracks.  Then you’re excused.  I’m pretty much a 98% road girl, as there isn’t much in the way of trails in this particular corner of the hemisphere.  But the other 2% of the time…

If I'm running here, I'm ALMOST to Disney!!!

If I’m running here, I’m ALMOST to Disney!!!

2.  Fave time to run? 

I am ALL about the post work run.  ALL. ABOUT.  I’m already headed to work at the butt crack of dawn, so even if I could pull off the whole I-have-plenty-of-energy/oxygen-this-early-in-the-friggin-morning kind of excitement level, it won’t happen.  EVER.

Not happening.

         Yeah.  Not happening.

3. Sunshine, Mild, Hot?

Really?  SOUTH FLORIDA.  Like I have a choice.  But I DO have a kicking view.

Beat THAT.

                   Beat THAT.

4. Fuel – Before, After, During

Hmmm….depends.  If it’s a weekend run, typically brekkie of the best kind.  Which basically equates to a yummylicious egg and cheese sammie served in bed by the hubby.  Yes boys, he IS that guy.  It’s a high bar.  Work on it.

During – only on runs typically more than 7 miles.  Started with the Honey Stinger Chews, but as it’s a project getting them out of the bag, I’ve switched to Sport Beans.  Not really sold on either of them, but I think it’s just me.  I just don’t seem to get any kind of energy blast from anything.  And Gu?  Yeah….not so much.  Definitely not a fan of the whole gel thing.

5.  Accessories

I HATE carrying anything when I run.  The mandatory requirement is my ipod.  That’s it.  Probably a bonehead move, but I rarely take my phone.  I feel like it’s an invasion of Black Dog Time.  (And you don’t want no part of that!)  I also strap on an ancient Road ID ankle strap, and occasionally, the ever annoying water belt for anything over 8 miles or so.  I have enough parks in my general vicinity that I can usually hit up the semi-decent water fountains.  And as I have the world’s greatest hubs, and I always tell him my route, he’ll even show up out of nowhere with a cold Gatorade in hand on those days the temps – and mileage – start hitting the higher end of my tolerable range.  Like I said – THAT guy. ❤

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6.  Rewards

Really?  REALLY?

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7.  Type of run – tempo/intervals/LSD

Seeing as my knees haven’t tolerated speed in a LONG time, I’ve pretty much been confined to LSD runs.  I don’t mind them so much, and every so often I was able to throw in a couple of tempo days.  But boy, do I miss some interval work.  And if you tell that to my high school cross-country coach, I’ll say I had too many margaritas, made with really crappy tequila, cracked myself in the head with the empty bottle once I’d realized my fox paws, and had NO idea what I was talking about.  So let’s just not make me have to kick you, okay?  Good.

Don't.  Really. Just don't.

    Don’t. Really. Just don’t.

So there you have it.  Everything you always wanted to know about Black Dog Running but were afraid to ask.  I’ll bet your life is now all kinds of awesomeness, isn’t it?  I know.  We’re awesome like that.

Enjoy the ride.

Let’s hear it!  Tell me your deepest, darkest running secrets.  Everyone think that water bottle is filled with actual water?  Chocolate chip cookies your fave run snack?  Rock out to MC Hammer?  IT’S OKAY!  You’re among friends.  We won’t tell anyone.  Not even Coach Roberts.  Swear!

Too Big For The Britches?

This poser has popped into my dollar-machine driven cranium on more than a few occasions now.  Let me tell you why.  While it’s got to be pretty awesome-sauce to hit rock star status in blogoland, could it also sometimes be one big fat PITA???

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Owwww! Really, you little brat?!?

Bear with me a second.    The reason I ask is this – and PLEASE, feel free to chime in here with your own thoughts on the subject.  I probably have maybe 15-20 blogs I visit just about daily.  Some writers post something every day while others only once a week.  Sometimes I’ll skip it for a day if the subject doesn’t really catch my attention while other days I wish he/she had just kept it coming.  What’s prompted my query is purely personal in nature.  I LOVE when readers take the time to leave a comment on what they’ve read whether it be good, bad, or indifferent.  Actually, I’ve been pretty darn lucky and don’t think anyone has ever written anything rude.  So….thanks for that!

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Muah!

As many bloggerers have done, (I think), we started this literary trip to either hold ourselves accountable (food and/or fitness-wise), or in my case, to (temporarily at least), relieve some of the tornadic activity constantly flying around in my skull.  Every so often I need a break just long enough to tie my running shoes, ya know?

Crazy-Brain

Aaaaagggghhhhhh!

So here’s my question: does there come a time when your blog fandom gets TOO big?  Are you able keep up when you hit Bon Jovi status?  Do you even try to at that point?  My take from the little shallow end of the pool is this:  some of my absolute fave blogs typically have anywhere between 30-50 comments by the time I get to them after receiving an email that a new post has been published 30-50! Say what??!!  TOTAL WOWZA.  BUT…how do you respond to each and every one of those commenters (?)  Do you?  When I see that many previous comments, sadly, I don’t even bother.  Really now, who’s going to pay attention to what little ole Black Dog has to say?

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I dunno.

Now I have one blog that I occasionally visit which consistently has over 100 comments posted. Over 100.  Holy cow manure Bessie!  But seeing that many comments keeps me from bothering to add to the list.  And seeing the author has only responded to maybe five or six, really keeps me from, well, basically wasting my time.  And that is kind of sad if you think about it.

I'm so sad.

I’m so sad.

So I’m going to throw this out into the blogosphere and see what inevitably hits me in the back of the head.  Do you think they’re such a thing as a blog that’s “too big”?  Do you prefer interacting with bloggers who respond to you every time you comment on a post, or do you just say what you have to say and move on?  Who are some your favorite bloggers?  Are they very responsive or do you find yourself not commenting due to the amount of those who already have?

I could go on and on about this subject, but I will spare you the additional brainus vomitus, but I really am interested in hearing your thoughts on the subject.  And I promise to answer every one of you.  Unless you’re mean.  Then I’ll just go to my room, slam the door, and cry.  To my dog.

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Yeah, that’d be me. Please don’t be mean.

 Enjoy the ride.

Okay my friends, let’s hear it.  Do you think a blog can get too big?

You Like Me! You Really Like Me! Again!

I received an awesome-sauce surprise a couple of weeks ago from a fellow I-live-in-inhuman-like-heat-and-I-almost-well-pretty-much-love-it blend named Helly.  She writes a great little blog aptly named Helly On The Run.  And much to my surprise, she found this particular little corner of the interweb….wait for it…..INSPIRING!  Now be assured, no exchange of cash, bribery, or promises of Princess Lisa’s Bailey’s Buttercream cupcakes, has taken place.  A common love of traveling – especially to Italy – may have been the beginning of a beautiful blendship.

Vaticano

Vaticano!

Whatever the reason may have been for dragging Helly kicking and screaming to Black Dog Runs Disney, (oh crap, did I say that out loud?), I’m sending her a big, wet, sloppy Calypso kiss for the nomination.  So here goes.

Muah!

Muah!

So let’s get to the good stuff.  First of all, the good part.

Whoo hoo!

Whoo hoo!

Now for the rules – ’cause we all know how much I LOVE rules (teeheehee…):

Rule One – thank and link to the person who nominated you – check!

Rule Two – list the rules and display award – checkcheck

Rule Three – share seven facts about yourself – oh boy, this could get ugly

Rule Four – nominate 15 other awesome-sauce bloggers and let them know they’ve been nominated.  I’m going to “adjust” this one just a little bit and nominate the blogs that make me laugh the most – because that’s the whole point of living isn’t it?  That and Moose Tracks Ice Cream. (like how I ALWAYS find some way to work that in?)

So here’s some little known facts about me…

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More than you ever wanted know huh?  Especially the Sponge Bobs.  There’s an image you won’t ever be able to get out of your head.

Now for just some of my fave blends! (There’s just so many, I can’t list them all…oh the humanity!)

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Back yet?  Didn’t I tell ya these bloggers rocked?  Black Dog would never steer you wrong, especially when it comes to blogs and ice cream.  Never.  I take that stuff seriously.

 

Enjoy the ride.

What are some of your favorite blogs?  Do they make you laugh?  Do I make you laugh?  If not, just think of the Sponge Bobs.  Or go get some for yourself.  I’ll even buy you a pair.  I’m nice like that.

#Chewsday Update – And Other Weird, Made-Up Words

What the heck is #Chewsday Black Dog? – you may be asking yourself.  Well, let me tell ya.  Whether you really want to know or not.  So there.

bbbbllllpppprrrrhhhhh!!!!!

bbbbllllpppprrrrhhhhh!!!!!

I’ve teamed up with my accountabilibuddies, (yup – somebody made that one up too) over at Princess Prairie Runners and Darlin’ Rae in an effort to keep each other on track with our eating.  We’ve been stalking each other on our blogs, Twitter, and Instagram, and just acting as a support system when the evil junk food minions come a-callin’.

Here.  Have a banana.

Here. Have a banana.

We’ve had a few bad days along the way, but for the most part I think we’ve been able to give our efforts three out of four paws up!  Just knowing I’ll feel guilty if I go for the inevitable extra serving of that blasted tortellini the hubby insists on making every blessed week, (if only it wasn’t so friggin’ yummylicious!), helps keep this dog’s waistline from getting too out of control.  Just think girls, if we keep at it, we’ll end up looking like THIS!

Ok, maybe not.

Ok, maybe not.

I can honestly say I haven’t stepped on a scale for who knows how long, and to be honest, I really don’t care what the number says anyway.  My clothes fit pretty well – aside from a pair or two of pants that I wish fit just a LITTLE bit loser – but I’m living on the pavement and in the gym these days, so I’m good with it.  And we all have races to train for, so none of us will be spending much time sitting around on our dupas stuffing our yaps with crappy food.  I think our unofficial mantra has become, “eat like crap, feel like crap, train like crap.”  Pretty awe-inspiring, ain’t it?

Google awe-inspiring.  This is what you get.

Google awe-inspiring. This is what you get.

We’d love to have you join us our party train to happy bellies and happy training, so feel free to stalk us on our blogs, Instagram, or Twitter, using the hashtag #Chewsday.  You too can be one of the cool kids!  Maybe we’ll even get shirts made up.

Awesome-sauce.

Awesome-sauce.

Enjoy the ride.

Do you make better choices when you know someone has your back?