Sunday´s long run

Lesson learned.  Don´t eat a hamburger for lunch if your going to run 12 miles the same day.  It was horrible!  Within the first 15 minutes I was suffering, (not exaggerating), and did what I promise myself I wouldn´t do, stop.  I  thought to myself that I should just go home and run early Monday morning.  After about five minutes of walking I started to jog lightly and when I arrived home I was feeling o.k. so I convinced myself to keep going because who knows, this might happen during the race.  It was an agonizing 7 more miles, but I did take advantage of the situation.  I stopped for a second to take pictures with my Itouch (apple you can send me a donation for the advertising, your stocks are looking pretty good these days...).  One of the pictures I took is of a statue that I think resembles the man on the cover of Ann Rands book, alas shrugged.  The photo's caption reads "Barak's worst enemy," and that's because my dog, Barak Obama, is scared to come near the damn statue.  One time when I wasn't paying much attention he almost knocked me over trying to run away from it.  My precious but temperamental perro is not what you would call a people person.  He's scared that everyone is out to get em'.  Not from how I have treated him of course, but from his unknown dark past in the doggy pound.  Who knows what they did to him......