[Hello Everybuddy and Everybunny! Today--once again and despite "The
Rapture That Wasn't"--is another all-happiness Positivity Wednesday; and I
need to acknowledge someone whom many or most of you probably won't know,
but she is awesome. During my own one-and-only successful trans-Tenn
crossing (called the Vol-State) in 2009, she was the women's overall
champion. And she beat me by, what, half-a-week? I felt, in her presence,
like Tweedledum or Tweedledee; so here's a paraphrase of one of 'em's most
famous quote: "'The time has come,' the walrus said, 'to speak of many
braves: of the fleet of foot and svelte of health, of footraces and Cyndi
Graves.'" Thus, Mrs. Graves is my choice today for TMIWITW.
You can read what you need here:
...where she's noted as THE overall female master's winner of last year's
She says she's a nurse, but archangel to humanity might be more accurate.
She's the only known nurse in any event ever who could administer CPR at a
distance. She often totally resuscitates a fallen victim simply by blowing
him a kiss.
She also does Ironman triathlons, where again the air is limited. In
coastal waters where these events take place, she has been known to also
resuscitate exhausted dolphins--who were only trying to keep up.
She might not win every footrace she enters, but before anyone ever passes,
out of reverence they ask for her permission.
During that 2009 footrace diagonally across the entire Volunteer State of
Tennessee, she ran so fast that her own husband--riding either a racing bike
or a Harley-Davidson--could hardly stay with her.
When she'd arrive first at the hotel, he would have to check at the desk for
any messages, the extra room key, and the time for her wake-up call.
Sometimes she'd be up and gone the next day before he could even get there.
Those runners who haplessly followed for days afterward would hear from all
the roadside convenience storekeepers about "that wondrous running lady in
pink" who "stopped in here for a sandwich" about "six hours before her hubby
She looked so honest and sweet that none of them ever charged her for the
food, but waited patiently for the hubby. And they were so impressed with
how lucky he was that they always gave him a discount.
He himself wrote up one amazing race report of her Vol-State triumph. You
could tell he was out of breath when he wrote it
She's been known to give live birth to full-grown daughters--even a
quadruped named Bridgette--who also cannot keep up with her.
Then, too, she has been known to run past Texas zoos and make every single
animal in the place sit up, take notice, and smile from cheek to jowl.
She is THE MOST INTERESTING WOMAN IN THE WORLD.
"I don't always shock, awe, and amaze; but when I do, I prefer to be passing
troubadours. Stay Middle Ages, my friends."
( 00 )
See (and hear) some originals:
[and thanks to UltraJohn Price--our latest Transcontinental champion who
himself did a DOUBLE Vol-State--for supplying this in place of that former
long and always-broken hyperlink].
("an 800-year-old name-dropper, lute-plucker, and French song-and-dance-man
whose first cross-state run was for mid-evil liquor").
Yankee Folly of the Day:
No folly. In the Juli Aistars' tradition, check out yours troubly's own
book review of something now to enlighten y'all about The Barkley:
[And another call for help goes out to UltraJohn, because we have every
reason to believe that this link, too, will end up broken. :-[