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Monday, November 29, 2010

The Results are in: I SUCK.

I knew eventually it would catch up with me. What is "it". Oh you know.
A little bit of this and a little bit of that. 

Y'get to point where you say to yourself, "Self, do I go grocery shopping or run or blog or work?"

Tough decision given that without groceries, the family gives me thatover the glasses look. 

Without running, then I have ONE GIGANTIC MARATHON FAIL in January.

Not that I haven't failed before. In fact, I do THAT quite well.

Let's be honest, without a paycheck really none of this could be possible. Fine, I could still run, but I wouldn't look nearly so damn CUTE.

That leaves me with a.) Ignoring the kids and Blog  b.) NOT ignoring the kids and NOT blogging.

could I flip a coin on that one? 

Nevermind--WHERE shall I start?

How 'bout here:




I GOT MY ASS HANDED TO ME AT THE TURKEY TROT.

Yep, that's how it was.

First the 16 year old beat me.

Then, the pilgrims beat me.

I did HOWEVER finish before the Turkey.

That's a positive, right? 

I'd loved to make up some excuse about the "altitude" or the "horrible hills" or that "it was just a training run". 

But they'd all be lies. I live here. altitude = non-issue.  Hills? Umm, not.so.much. Training?

I TRAINED MY FREAKING BUTT OFF TO BEAT THAT PUNK.

I even tried to tie his shoelaces together (you didn't hear that from me).

I tried to hide his timing chip. (No, really, I did).

WHAT MORE DO I HAVE TO DO????

I'm 43. He's 16. 

No fears, my dear friends. I have a plan. Everyone knows the body peaks at around 25.

I will simply play the waiting game. I'm a patient person.

Yessirreee. I will keep training. Knowing that in 10 years, when I am 53 and he is 26.  I WILL BEAT HIM as his cardio vascular performance begins to suffer. (Because, let's be honest: How many of YOU were running when you were 25? not many.)

In 10 years, It's SO ON!