27 days?? WTF!!! I'm beginning to think I made a mistake, maybe my eyes are bigger than my tummy kind of thing... At 220lbs do I have any business running 26 mi., 385 yds at one time? Nevertheless, I'm committed, Jan 13th I'll be out there and I'll do it and no complaining... When I see these guys and gals who not only run the marathon but do it will all the grace and form of a ballet dancer, I turn green with envy. Its so impressive to see a body so well conditioned to not only run the distance but hold a constant pace and finish as strong as they started... I applaud all runners and especially those who lap me. Has anyone seen this?
Does anyone read this stupid blog of mine?? Too bad this movie wont be showing before the Houston Marathon, maybe it would motivate me to run/train harder for something I don't enjoy without swimming or running,
http://www.marathonmovie.com/home.html....
So along with Marathon Training and Daddy duties, I was able to tackle the mess we call a garage. Someone explain to me how it is possible to accumulate so much
cr@p in a short amount of time. A little over a year ago we were able to fit both cars comfortably in the garage, today one car.
A year from now at the rate were going we'll be lucky to walk thru the conglomerate of stuff known as a garage.
Anyway, I spent a cold morning sorting, organizing, and riding our garage of junk. I had a friend who showed up to help me out,
but he just sat there and watched me work, then I caught him digging thru the trash so I asked him to leave...
Now for the good news... Friday, we got out best Christmas gift for the the year... My wife had her 18 week ultrasound which made me the happiest man alive! ANOTHER BOY!!!
With all the technology today were told were having a healthy baby with a 4 chambered heart, a developed spine, and a growing body...
As we look forward to having 2 boys only 18 months different in age and double the dirty diapers we can also celebrate the gift of life this Christmas... We can also celebrate the over opinionated elders we have in our family that see entirely too much meaning in a name. I still like McLovin...
What's in a name? that which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet;
Romeo and Juliet Act II, Scene 2