Hey, she likes her mojito sweet To kill what little’s left of the modesty Hey, let’s get out of this second verse Be on our wicked way ’till daylight hurts. Not really sure why I included the lyrics to Mojito… Read More ›
Running
Week 7: Shaving and Cicadas
Every time I go to shave, I assume there’s someone else on the planet shaving. So I say, ‘I’m gonna go shave, too.’ Week 7 and things are finally starting to progress in a manner that will allow me to… Read More ›
Week 6: Heaven after Hell
If you’re going through hell Keep on going, don’t slow down If you’re scared, don’t show it You might get out Before the devil even knows you’re there Okay, you can call me a drama queen after that opening, yet… Read More ›
Week 5: Acceptance and a mojito
Show me the way to go home I’m tired and I want to go to bed I had a little drink about an hour ago And it’s gone right to my head I’m really exhausted from work, travel, and miles… Read More ›
Week 4: Rough…to say the least
I’m annoyed. I’m frustrated. I’m discouraged. I’m pissed. I’m questioning. Yup, that effectively sum up the running portion of training week 4. Coming out of week 3, I was amped up and ready to take on what, on paper, seemed to… Read More ›
Week 3: A fast 5K, a faster mile, and hedonistic Boston
This week was filled with high heat, humidity, and lots of distractions. Overall, that sounds pretty similar to week 2; however for as much as Week 2 was a pain in the ass, Week 3 was awesome. Besides containing one… Read More ›
Week 2: Newport, Fried Food and Le Tour
This past week was a taxing one, both with work and running. I don’t know if it’s because of this damn tropical plume that’s settled in over the east coast drenching us in humidity and rain, or because of the… Read More ›
Week 1: Yoga, Gnocchi and a PR
When I creating my marathon running plan I did not notice that Week 1 was about 10 miles under my weekly average. Logically, this would lead one to think this week would be a breeze. Oddly, I am writing this… Read More ›
Contemplating new kicks?
The word of the Ducks’ odd footwear got around…guys would say, oh weird, what are those? The Ducks would allow as how their shoes were lighter than the clodhoppers the other guys were wearing, pointing out that the work of… Read More ›
Treadmill…merp
I guess Mother Nature didn’t like being called a “bizzle” in my last post. To get back at me, she decided to rain on my morning run parade yet again, but this time I wasn’t having it. After the 1st… Read More ›
The Slant 