Travel day, man. Started at 7:30AM, ended at 10:30 after a stop in Nashville(!). But today is a new day. I really missed this humidity.
50 miles this week, already...
WE FIGHT IN SOVIET UNION OR WE FIGHT NOWHERE!
Are you nuts?
Well, they call me "Nads."
HAHAHAH
But, I don't refer to myself by that name.
So, no, I am not.
Are you, Mr. Poopy Pants?
MTA: comma
It is a matter of size. Evolution. Isn't it, gentlemen? Nader is the most perfectly trained athlete ever. This other man has not the size, the strength, the *genetics* to win. It is physically impossible for this little man to win. Nader is a look at the future!
I see what you're doing. Don't make me out to be the bad guy. I came here to talk about a friendly exhibition bout 'til Comrade Bigmouth started up.
Just lowering the bar for myself, really.
Which bar?
1. Walt. RB 2. L Train 3. EGH3 4. NaderAlfie
1. Walt. RB
2. L Train
3. EGH3
4. NaderAlfie
Speaking of setting the bar. It's only August but if I were to throw out some over/unders without research, looking at PRs or McMillan, here's what I'd come up with:
Not in Chicago
After much soul searching I have settled on which boxer I would like to represent me.
(and George, that 3:13 amuses me).
You suck. You should just quit. Jackass. Welcome back.
11.6? Really?
Yeah, you know the 0.4 just wasn't in me.
I'm obsessed with not obsessing and it's tough being me.
(I might be going out later though).
But I'm not obsessing about it. I mean, it's just a running log.
I'm obsessed with not obsessing
I've stopped a couple runs at .9 just to prove that point to myself. Yes, it's odd.
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