Ultra Crazy

Today I rested again.  But the Best news of the day?  My calves aren't sore today!  The cold water bath must have helped.  *Glory*Glory*Hallelujah!*  I had a perfectly wonderful day filled with church, family and new friends.   But no running.

Though one of those new friends is a runner and her husband also runs... ah hem, is an "ultra runner."  For those of you who don't know, an ultra runner is someone who runs extreme distances, say oh, 100 miles.  Yes, 100 miles.  At one time.  *R*I*D*I*C*U*L*O*U*S*  In fact, he's coordinating an ultra run this weekend in Damascus, VA of 16 miles, 30 miles and 50 miles.  WOW folks, I can't decide if I'm impressed or feel sorry for these people for the pain they are inflicting on themselves.

Anyhow, I topped my day off with a lounge in the hammock....

But then I saw this guy:

It's not a very good picture, but trust me, he/she was waaaay creepy.  Starring at me, watching my every-hammock-move.  And you can't see his/her teensy green beady eyes in this picture, but trust me, creepy.  And since he/she was keeping an eye on me the entire time, I likewise kept an eye on it the entire time I was trying to expand my mind in a book of history's tales.  Thanks creepy green thing for disturbing my Sunday hammock rest and afternoon education!