Saturday morning my brother Andy and I got up a little early to go for a run before the day’s festivities. I knew I had a lot of GOOD EATING ahead of me and I also knew I’d feel much better about the whole thing if I got in a run.
It was quiet out–the only sounds were our feet crunching and the roosters on the ranch. It was cool to be out there so early, with no one around, while we ran together. While we were out on the gravel road a truck came through. We stepped into the ditch and waited for them to pass, and for the dust to settle. I held my breath because the dust bothered my asthma.
Andy and I chatted and caught up on things. I wasn’t feeling fantastic on my run. My left knee hurt (which was new) and my right foot had been hurting for a few days for no reason. I had no idea what was going on with my body but I was glad nothing hurt too much to prevent me from running.
I have no idea how many miles we did. I’d guess 3 miles. It was cool to run with my bro. I showered and dressed and we all went up to the lodge to eat breakfast–eggs, bacon, coffee and toast. Before this weekend I had not eaten white bread since I was a little kid!
We checked out the Pecan House on the river where they were doing skeet shooting. I’ve never seen it done before. I’m not a gun person so I didn’t try it. Now I kinda wish I had tried. My cousin Di gave it a try. The cowboys were obviously experienced at it and showed us all how it was done. There was a puppy in the water was trying to get the skeet.
After the hayride it was time for lunch. It was Mexican– a taco buffet which was delicious. The rest of the afternoon was spent in the pool! Michael lounged and I swam with my brother, his wife, my cousin Anna and our uncle.
QUESTION: Have you ever tried skeet shooting? Were you good at it?