Running - Pure and simple

I'm just getting right into it.  No build up.  No babbling from the start.  I'm just getting right to the point. I have some stuff on my mind and I'm just going to delve right into it.  Dive in with both feet.  I see no reason to add a bunch of pre-prep nonsense.  Shoot from the hip, is what I'm going to do.  This is about running.  Pure and simple.  Not about history or biology or other nonsense I have spewed in the past.  It is about running.  This is a running blog and I'm going to tell you my thoughts about running.  My running in particular, but also about others running.  Not any of the other bull crap that is meaningless.  Just running.  However, it may be pertinent to give a little background of events leading up to the running, before we get into the running talk.  I used to have a fleet of vehicles.  They were not all nice vehicles, but a mini fleet they were.  A fleet of five.  Not an armada, but a fleet.  Is a fleet bigger than an armada, or vice versa?  Or is a fleet an armada, just in Spanish?  When I read of the Spanish Armada it seems more intimidating that a fleet.  The English had a fleet.  And it was good.  Very strong and powerful, but the Spanish Armada just sounds scarier and cooler.  The two had many battles.  They both won some and they both lost some.  That is documented in history books and stories are told around fires for centuries before and after.  Canons, pistols, fires, shots across the bows and other war like references of the sea.  The thing about wars at sea, unlike war on the land, is that boats sink when they take on water.  That adds an element of danger that we don't have on land.  I don't like any kind of war, but if I can get shot and drown, that is a double whammy that I just don't like.  At any rate, I think that I may have been a pirate back in the early days, because I like the way they dressed and I like rum pretty much.  I don't drink much, but if I do, it usually has rum in it.  One time, a customer took me out to dinner with some of his friends.  I ordered a martini because I thought it would be cool and I like them.  As aforementioned, I do not drink much and have only had a martini on a few occasions.  I had a martini at the bar and then ordered another when we got to the table.  One of the customer's friends and I were having a nice conversation until I realized I could barely see him anymore.  The second martini hit me like a ton of bricks and I could hardly talk and the dude was a fuzzy.  I think for the next half hour I just looked at him and nodded.  I may have grunted.  Quite embarrassing.  What I learned that day is either martinis have a ton of alcohol in them or I am a real lightweight.  I  do remember eating oysters til I was full, though.  I love oysters. The customer had money to burn and I ate lots of oysters.  I couldn't see or talk, but I could down the oysters.  I hope they were oysters, now that I mention it.  I couldn't see.  I'm sure they were.  I ran seven miles today.  It is the most I have run in a long time.  It felt great.  I had no pain and I still have no pain.  I am very happy about that.