Dawg on the run!
Haven't been around much, I got 100% released on Tuesday and then took a three day business trip. And one of the places I went was to the area in which I almost got myself in trouble last summer. This time, the Dawg ordered food in, turned three circles in the bed and crashed. No problems that way. See, even a old dawg can learn new tricks.
Anyway, started back to running and it is killing me. I went for 3 miles on Saturday, or which I ran one mile, nearly puked, and then walked and ran the remaining two miles. I'm so damn sore in my legs and butt, but I'll head out again today.
Also I was cleared to fight crime again. First shift out was supposed to be from 9:00 to 2:00, but due to some wonderful folks I ended up staying until 6:00. I did score so good illegal drugs, so my post should be funnier. Just kidding, that stuff went into evidence to be destroyed. And I got called in on Saturday for another 11 hours. Whew, it is great to be back. I wish I could fully explain the rush of flying down the road,lights and sirens, responding to a call for help. And yet, I expeirenced a unique situation as I was called to find an fellow officer who was not responding after making a stop. This gentleman was 26 miles from town and in another agency, but I can't expess the feelings I had I went to find him. I kept hoping that I would get called off, and I had no fear in regards to that it may be a dangerous situation, all I could think about was what I could find and how horrible it could be. What a great relief it was to top a hill and see him with another car pulled over. He was just in a big valley, and had caught three people speeding in the same area. He couldn't hear or get out on his radio or cell, but was thankful for the response and I was relieved.
Ah, life is good!
You'll get your running legs back! I'm just trying to eek out the time now, which is becoming so difficult. So glad you're 100% and I can't help but wonder about the cops that take care of us here in little ol' Norman Rockwellian northeastern CT -- bet we don't have anything close to the caliber of you on the force. Maureen
Thanks for the compliment, but you would be surprised. The full time officers are dedicated individuals. Not all of them are the best, but for the most part the people who work LE full time are heros. I'm lucky in that I'm there by choice or if I called in like this past Saturday. Spring just seems to bring out the crazies, and the break in weather has made things interesting.
Maureen, not to nag but you can't afford not to workout. You have to find the time. I fighting the same battle, but the mindset has to be that working out is a must, just like other things. You can do it!
Goooo Dawg! I hope I recover as quickly as you so I can get back to working out.
Wise choice in ordering in and hitting the hay instead of taking a chance again this year.
I can't imagine the angst in having to go look for another officer. Hell, when I don't hear from The Man I'm worried sick.
Connie
Going to find the other officer was a real trip as it was so far. There I am, cruising along at speeds in excess of 120 mph, and hearing the continued calls from the dispatcher to the other officer, with no responses. Part of your training is that you imagine possible situations you may find when you get there so you can react. As I have said, my fears were for the other officer and coming upon him wounded out in the sticks of central Montana. While we are required to be First Aid certified, my skills are limited. As I said, I crested the hill, and saw his wig wags going as he wrote out a ticket, and I was so relieved. It was fun as hell driving that fast, but I was hoping people would see and hear me and the deer would stay away. I did have one guy who was reading as he was driving and didn't have a clue about me until I passed him. I waited to see if he came by after I found the other officer because he was going to receive a batch of tickets. It is one thing to not hear us, or see us, but a whole other thing if it happens due to reading while your driving. And I could tell it wasn't a map. He must have thought he might be in trouble and turned off for a bit because he didn't come by and I didn't see him as I headed back to town.
I always had a large amount of respect for law enforcement, but after being involved and seeing the dedicated men and women who work crappy shifts and moderate pay to insure our safety, I'm in awe. And that goes from dispatchers to officers in the field. It can be a thankless job most of the time, but most of them do it because they love it and feel like they are making a difference. It is more then just a job to 90% of them.
Thanks for all of your kind wishes, and thank for the venue.
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