I've been running for a few years now, maybe 5 or 6 years. I can't remember for sure. Maybe closer to 7 years. I know I ramped it up at the start when I stopped walking for exercise and started the "Couch to 5K" program with my wife. That led to me running more and more until I could go 3 miles per run. I don't like to stop and walk when I run, that's always been my way. I pushed myself for the first few years until I got to the 3 mile mark and then I was satisfied I had a respectable distance. I have tried to go faster but never really tried to mark much progress with that. Late last year I got inspired by my step daughter (who ran a half marathon) to see if I could go farther so I clocked in an hour run and went 6 miles. I tracked that using the Nike+ phone ap. This last xmas my wife gave me this year at a glance poster so I decided I'd make an entry for every time I ran. I put in the mileage and then added "O" for outside runs and...
I been sick. So when I was young it seemed that whenever I got sick stupid persistent thoughts got in my head and stayed there until I got better. Now it's a little different. Now whenever I'm sick I remember being hung over and I get this knee-jerk response of feeling guilty. That was how hangovers used to go for me, beating up on myself for the duration of the hangover followed by a lot of drinking to quiet the voices. Anyway, this song is another by They Might Be Giants and it's been in my head all morning: Bee Of The Bird Of The Moth By: They Might Be Giants Everyone is crying at the dread hypnotic flying Of the bee of the bird of the moth You can't walk, you can't ramble 'cause you're gonna have to scramble From the bee of the bird of the moth Catbug is a cat, but he's got bugness in his veins Manhouse lives within himself with thoughtful human brains Neither one is equal to the challenge of the freak we'll call The bee of the bird of the m...
Well I wanted to get down here the true story about how I came to make a certain youtube video. A couple weeks back my brother in law and his son came up to see us from North Cacalacky. (I love saying that and I know it's probably lame to say, like I always thought folks from SF hated it when people said "Frisco"). Anyway, we had us a great time and they stayed overnight in our basement. We went out for dinner to a BBQ joint called Urban BBQ which is pretty good. I've made better ribs though, true fact. As it happened we ended up eating quite late into the evening. Later on I gave my nephew Nick a Seiko I've been wanting to get rid of but not doing because it's only going to raise ~$80 or so and the hassle is too great. Here's a photo of that: Yeah, that is one orange mother but it's also got the oem bracelet to swap on which tones it down and I think Nick was pretty jazzed, specially when he saw the display back and stuff. So in the end ...
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