So, I’m 30, now what? Naked dance party!
I think I have a bit of a post-birthday hangover. And it has NOTHING to do with the present I received from my bother in law (picture at left). Yesterday was an attention getter’s wet dream: Facebook posts, twitter messages, blog comments all about ME. All congratulating me for not dying. I didn’t die today, but no one is congratulating me!? What a rip off. I’m going to give it another day and see if today was just a fluke. I assumed that every day in your 30s, people congratulated you for making it this far. Until then, all that I know is that I need to find a race – fast. See if my newfound age group stacks up to the EPO doping, HGH taking, college track stars that I had in the 25-29 group. Not that I am bitter. Not bitter at ALL
I’m going to talk a lot about it over the next few weeks, but I did decide to dive in head first to the Pfitz 18/70 running plan. . . . and it is HARD. Today was a rest day. Rest day = 5 mile run. Seriously. Although, I guess I must be good at rest, it is the only run that I’ve ran the expected distance:
- Monday: 11 miles on plan, 10 miles ran
- Tuesday: 13 miles on plan, 8 miles ran
- Wednesday: 5 miles on plan, 5 miles ran – WIN!!!!
But, hard is good (that’s what she said). I can tell that it is going to stretch me to my limits – which is exactly what I need to run the kind of aggressive goals I’m targeting. 3:10 is the goal, but 3:05 would make me pee my pants. (Because it is NO way possible)
The Internet is Viral And it kind of itches
I can admit it – I’m a bit of a social media whore.
I charge $40/hour, unless you want “extras”, then it is $50. I can’t get enough of it. Hell, I’m even on Google+ which to this point seems pretty useless. But, being the social media whore I am, I love to see when things go viral. Give me a dude in an Orange Crush shirt dancing the polka and I’m hooked.
Imagine my surprise when I saw Chris K perpetuating a little virus of his own! He started a Q and A round of bloggy posts that asked his readers to ask him questions and he’ll post the answers. Just like all good ideas, I immediately thought to myself
didn’t the sham wow guy go to jail for beating a hooker? why didn’t I think of that! Everyone loves that game, right? 20 questions? You get together in a dark basement, start asking questions, and before you know it, everyone is naked.
So, ask away! You ask, I’ll answer. Easy street. Topics might include: My training, why I use strikethrough so much, how often I poop, what my wife thinks about all of this blogging. . . .the list goes on and on!