- Since the virtual race on Saturday, I've ran 35 miles. The runs at the first part of the week went really well. The heavens parted
I released my man pressureand I hit all of the paces that I wanted. However, because of some scheduling issues I ran 7 days in a row. Just like the nice TV man on Sunday morning says "even God rested on the 7th day", I don't do well with that many days of constant running - which led to a horrible horrible Wednesday marathon pace run. The Daily Mile entry is here, but essentially just like that horrible night in the Mexican prisonI'm trying to forget the run. Which involved a little too much walking and trying not to crap myself.
- My wife loves me and knows me too well. Do you want to know why?
We're married so she is forced to!When I talked to my wife later in the day after my horrible run she said "I saw your 'poop shorts' in the hamper, is that why you had a bad run?". It wasn't, but I love her for thinking about that.
- There is a lady at work whose daughter works for a Panera Bread (Cafe / Bakery) type restaurant. About once a week she'll bring in the day old pastries that would normally be thrown away / donated to a food bank. Since I'm trying to eat healthier at work, I now hate this lady:
- Finally, my son is growing like he is on horse steroids
don't worry, he isn't - just HGH. It has been really fun to see him learn and start to become very aware of the world around him. But as I was kissing him goodbye one morning, I got to thinking. . . . . when will it no longer be appropriate to kiss him on the mouth and say "daddy loves you!"? I'm thinking middle school. Maybe like 9th grade tops.
Now, my funny foto friday. The Wimbledon finals are tomorrow and Saturday, so I thought this one was appropriate. The sad thing? I immediately noticed how ripped her quads looked. **sigh**, I'm such a runner. Happy Friday!
Who am I kidding? Anna Kournikova isn't any more of a tennis player than I am a singer