W3D1 Tomorrow - -No April Fools & The Battle of Argine Kearney

Tomorrow is an awesome day.  I will nearly be complete of 1/3 of my first running program.  Taking a mental inventory it seems as if everything is up to the task - -knees: check, ankles: check, mental state - check.  I find myself anxious - not in a nervous sort of way; but just antsy - ready to get it on. 

Today was the type of day that forced you outside.  It was beautiful - -70 degrees - -a slight breeze - deep blue sky.  The perfect day to chuck mulch and chuck mulch we did.  My co-pilot, Jackson was by my side the entire time and we got our "mulch on".

Of course, before our "mulch adventure" Jackson had to "Carb-up" and nothing says "I'm just like Daddy" more than a chocolate doughnut.  The construction paper hat was just an accessory (FABULOUSSSS!!)  he came up with on the fly. 


Jackson is great company but is easily DISTRACTED:

Leaf Raking

Snow Shoveling

Posing for Pictures

and more pictures . . . .

But my little buddy came through for me today.  Two trips to the mulch place and all the shoveling & raking I could ask for.   He was a real trooper.  Jackson invested some real sweat equity into this project - - he attacked the mulch pile with a ferocity seldom seen in a 4 year old (other than at a Wiggles concert)

All was good - - like his coal mining forefathers he knew the value of a hard day's work and began to feel as if this debris . . . this mulch  . . . .was his . . . was part of him . . .

Jackson's face was etched, well - more SMEARED, as a by-product of his labor

He was - - KING OF THE PILE  - - - -

And then "SHE" showed up - -cresting the hill in full glory, a veritable Hun at the gate - - and she was feeling "bloody" today

Initially, they tried diplomacy and pursuing a common goal

But eventually, the "honeymoon" ended and negotiations stalled

And as often, too often, happens -  civility ended and hotter heads prevailed

For a moment, there was a pause, still a tinge of hope for peace in the air - opposing parties taking a moment of introspection

But it was not to be - -the horror of war was all too real this day

The chaos of the clash was excrutiating - -seasoned warriors in the pitch of mortal combat

Blow after blow rained down on Jackson; in desperation he cried towards the heavens for strength

Suddenly, as if by a miracle, the Horde was vanquished

The sole gladiator, the Defender, was again KING

After such an emotionally wrought & tense battle, the defeated hell-cat of a  foe, visibly injured, retreated as the beaten often do . . . . .

Into the arms of Mommy

Sleep the sleep of the Warrior, my son, sleep the sleep of the Victorious

I love you, little buddy . . . .