Damn this thing is dusty, cobwebs everywhere. Seems like I should splain. No that takes to long let me sum up. I failed, impressively.
I’m getting older. By way of proof I will tell you I am no longer in the most coveted demographic used by tv and radio rating services, I don’t have the slightest idea who the Jigga Man is (apparently he/she is very famous and was in my hometown last week. I also really fear the potential racial backlash from simply typing the words), I like music where I can understand the words (nice songs like Round & Round by Ratt and The Unskinny Bop by Poison) and I really liked that The Who played the Superbowl halftime show.
One thing I have noticed in my march towards irrelevance is a change in the language used by the younger generation. The other day I had a lengthy conversation as to exactly what Pwned meant and I have started to hear the word fail used in a new way. For example, in regard to my attempt to run the Houston Marathon, I would say that I failed. However the youth culture would say my attempt was an Epic Fail, not an epic failure but an Epic Fail. In either event it didn’t happen and I think here is why.
First I am a child of baby boomers so it’s really not my fault. Nothing ever is. It’s possible there was a deficiency in my upbringing or my babysitter (she was hot and a definite yes) accidently did or failed to do something for me. But more probable the blame lies with my good friend, sworn enemy and the only other survivor of our Jonestown-like suicide pact, THR.
You folks remember him don’t you. He’s the republican that loves God (judeo-christian version), hates health care reform (any version) and has a BMI that vacillates more than the interest rate on the Citibank Visa I signed up for on the beach at South Padre Island circa spring break 1992 because the there was a free t-shirt.
Shortly after my last entry THR let me know he was out on the bet. You remember the bet don’t you. He simply wasn’t going to run. He had a new kid, was looking for a new job, is an undiagnosed alcoholic and a cross dresser. All of these hampered his training. He made the decision that he was behind on his training and wasn’t going to gut out a 5 hour marathon just to have a finish that he was embarrassed by. I understand the idea but I hate the man for it.
Without my foil I lost some of my inspiration. I was a Mancusco without a Vonn, a Tupac without a Biggie Smalls, an Ahab without a Dick. That’s not reason enough to quit but and that wasn’t my intention but the workouts got fewer and farer betweener and it just slipped away. I still loved running but I had trouble getting out and doing it.
The real bitch of the deal is I was so close. The first weekend of November I ran the Dallas Running Club half marathon. That is 13.1 miles of stupidity. I thought I was nowhere near ready for it but managed it in under two hours. I was hurting but could have gone another 5-6 miles without real problem. Instead of inspiring me it ended my training. After that race I ran a few more 5 milers but could never get out there and do a long run. I really don’t know why and it bugs me.
As you can see it was and remains THR’s fault. As for my future of running I hope to pick it back up. In the end of January I was in a kinda bad car wreck. I hurt my neck and I’m still waiting to see how bad the damage is. It’s probably not paralyzed, pecker don’t work bad but its been bad enough that I can’t exercise at all until they figure out the extent of the damage to my C-3 , C-4 and C-5 discs (look it up) and that has made me want to run even more. The pro is I’ve gained about 8 pounds over the last month and that gives me a good place to re-start my blog.