JT Says "Bag it"

My previous post talked about going back to my roots and so I have been doing a bit more running on trails than in the past. I have written before about how much I love North Chagrin Reservation. The Bridle Paths. The Trails. So many ways to run. So little time.

Squires Castle might be the signature place in the Park, but its just a great place to explore. My love of the place goes back to days when I was about 5, and our family came here sometimes to skate on Strawberry Pond.

I have been hitting the Towpath more and more. Have to thank the Cavaliers for that. They built a state of the art training center on Route 21, about a half mile from my drop in point to the Towpath. The Trailhead near Lock 39. Until this season, the Cavs trained downtown at the "Q". My most recent run on the Towpath was an 8 mile, out and back. Averaged 9:00 per. Good workout. Have a Half Marathon in a month.

My first Triathlon this year will likely be the Edinboro Triathlon, (LINK) May 31st. Done it about 7 times...Just shy of a Olympic Distance. The run is a bugger. First 3 miles are uphill. You don't get your stride til your about to loop back. Its been touted in past years as one of the best Triathlons around. The water is usually pretty snappy. To think I did it 3 times before I got a wetsuit!!! Brrrrrr!!!!

HELP HELP HELP HELP!!!!!!!!!!

Its me....yeah...the bag that you see. Heres a photo of me and J.T. when he was doing some work at the ballpark. I'm almost 15 years old. I'm tough. I'm made of leather. I was raised by the Tumi's. Anyway, I'm crushed. J.T. was telling his colleagues he's thinking of trading me in for a newer bag.. What an ungrateful lout he is. I have been with J.T. through thick and thin ever since the Bride gave me to J.T. for his 40th birthday. I mean, I lug around his notes, his laptop, credentials, cellphone, makeup. (Yeah, the goofball wears makeup for his job.) We have been like Batman and Robin all these years. I mean, sometimes he leaves me alone by the camera...... Sometimes he just puts me in the dugout, while he's out on the field yapping away with the players...or even the guys he works with...

Theres Photographer Dough Herrmann trying to save me from certain death... But no one cares about my plight.

Ohh the places we've been.,NBA playoffs, NBA finals...Lots of major league playoff games...2 World Series. The Dominican Republic where J.T. spent 2 weeks traveling the country to do baseball stories. A crooked Domincan cop pulled J.T. over and hit him with a bogus violation!!! The cop wanted ME as a bribe. J.T. said no!!! I don't know how he talked his way out of that one!!!!! We've been to BCS title games, OSU-Michigan tussles, Browns-Steelers games..High school football. High school basketball..even when that LeBron guy was a sophomore. JT left me out in the rain a few times!! Once he left me on the ground outside the press room at Firestone Country Club and some guy named Tiger almost tripped over me.!!!! Could you imagine the headlines. "Tiger Trips over Tumi, Breaks Ankle. Oh, its been a blast but J.T. obviously could care less. I hear my replacement is not even leather. Some canvas thing he got at the NBA Finals... Some Damn Bag with...get this...Wheels!!!! Can you believe it??!!! Sheeeesh!!! This is killing me.. Help!!! I don't want to go to the Goodwill Store!!!