Still kickin it

Boyos

I have kept at it, and will keep on keeping on.  And I’ll keep writing about it here.  For some reason, I’ve never really had that waning feeling.  I mean, I took some time with less running, but I always wanted it.  Honestly, I think I’m addicted.  I talked to Adam about it for a minute last week when I saw him, and I really do think I can’t stop without replacing the endorphins somehow, and running is way cheaper than anything else.

So, I sally forth.  I mean, it makes me sad that I don’t get to run with you guys, so make sure you run every once in a great while so when we get together for wedding and reunions we can go for a light jog.  And obviously we’ll chill whenever we see each other.  So make it happen.  Also, I just want to point out things like the fact that, maybe running interfered with a few girls, but it also got me pretty much every girl I ever did.  I mean, come on, Adam and I got knee deep in pussy when we were together, and that definitely did not happen without running.  And come on, without this body, who would do me?  No one.  So I’m more than happy to kick out one girl for the shot at 100 more.

Moving on.  Still been keeping up the running. Did the Philadelphia half marathon last sunday.  I signed up a long time ago because Christa asked me to come pace her through at 7 minute pace, and I figured that I could be out of shape and do that.  But she got hurt, so that was out.  But I’d already paid the entry fee, so I decided to do it anyway.  Plus I figured there’d be some holdover fitness from the marathon still.  So I did it.  1:22 or so.  Felt fine, but it was chilly and early in the morning, and there weren’t nearly as many fans as at Chicago.  It’s getting toward winter now, so I’ll probably run a little less, bike and lift more.  Like yesterday, 19 miles on the bike.  Probably won’t race until springtime comes, but lets face it, I have a weak will, so if anyone suggests I do one, I’ll probably hop in it.

Running rocks.  It’s my life, not my livelihood.  I can’t say I really like it, but I’m not happy when I don’t do it.  And it’s my only in with women, makes me sleep better, and I still have time to read Faust, so more time will be spent slowly removing rubber from the bottoms of my shoes.  And I’ll see you guys out there, I’m sure.