Wonderings and Wanderings-- Part 2

Clown Catastrophe 

I woke up to find all the clownfish in the tank dead.  I was completely freaked out. It shouldn't have come as a big surprise as I had not properly prepared the tanks for them and the aquarium store expert had told me that they probably wouldn't make it.  Skye had kept them "quarantined" for several days in a tiny temporary aquarium that also was "new" and an unlikely place for them to survive.

But survive they did, so I thought they would flourish in the tank upstairs that was almost ready.

I was wrong.
Dead wrong.
Pardon the pun.

Aquarium Status
Tank in Skye's room is empty expect of course for snails and live rock.
"Clownfish" tank in our bedroom; also empty besides snails and live rock.
Jellyfish tank downstairs; jellies are thriving.
Seahorse tank;we lost one starfish and one seahorse; otherwise starfish and seahorse are doing well

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Imelda and Me
My trail name that I earned on one of our hikes on the Appalachian Trail is Imelda. I unfortunately came up with it myself and it stuck; even though you aren't technically supposed to come up with your own trail name. But this one was a keeper and my hiking buddies weren't going to let it go. 

I had brought boots and a couple of other shoes to test out and decide which ones I would end up wearing. Ironically, I wore the same shoes the entire time. 
My running shoes with very little cushioning or support.
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Their time has finally and unfortunately come to an end. 
Of course when I went to reorder them, I found out they no longer make that model and try as I might on eBay and Amazon, I could not find the shoe anywhere. So I finally gave up and ordered a different model in the same size from the same company. 
And it didn't fit.
So now I'm trying out a new shoe.
Only time will tell. 

Speaking About Reorders
I had sworn off running. I never really loved running. I did it to keep in shape. I liked having the capacity to be able to finish a marathon. I did enjoy running on the beach, not so practical in Atlanta. I also enjoyed trail running which is great in Atlanta, but it's at least a 30 minute drive to get to my favorite spots;not always possible or convenient.
But when my "burner" friend and organizer of the Burning Man 50K, Cherie posted about race entries for the next Ultra at Burning Man, who was I to refuse. 

​Then, I figured as long as I was going to start training again, I might as well try to qualify for the Boston Marathon this year and went ahead and signed up for a couple of "easy" marathons that might earn me a spot.