2000 miles of spasmodic fucktardts 20200013

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So...a cold, huh? (Read 279 times)

    And my race is just a few days away.  What's the remedy?  Drink more beer?

    There was a point in my life when I ran. Now, I just run.

     

    Back beat, the word was on the street
    That the fire in your heart is out
    I'm sure you've heard it all before
    But you never really had a doubt

     

    The Diary of a Once-ran.

      And my race is just a few days away.  What's the remedy?  Drink more beer?

       I feel your pain.  It is becoming a trend that I develop sinus infections, ear infections, or both days before a goal race.  (At Chicago last year I topped it off with a sinus infection and double ear infection).  

       

      The good news is, I've set new PRs even with dealing with stupid germs.  I hear the yeast in beer (home brew/micro brew) helps the immune system, and I am a believer.  Either way, go kick some ass!!

      2013 Goals:
      Run  trails.

        Abraham: 

         

        By way of background, when someone does something stupid my father asks, "Ahr you sickin za head?" The fact that you are running a marathon, something stupid, already demonstrates that you are sickin za head.  

         

        On the way to my first marathon stuck in traffic, I received a call from my father:

         

        Me: Hello

        Dad: Hi, Nader.  Where are you going?

        Me: Long Island.

        Dad: Why?

        Me: A race.

        Dad: Oh, oh. How long?

        Me: It’s a marathon.

        Dad: Yes, yes, I know.  But how long?  4 miles?  6 miles?

        Me: 26

        Dad: What-what-what? Ohmygod.  Nader, listen.  If you feel tired, don’t be afraid to stop.  Don’t be a hero! You remember what happened in high school, when they had to call the ambulance?

        Me: Yes, dad.  Thanks.

        Dad: Ok, here’s your mother…

         

         

        Telling us you have a head cold provides no new information. Your efforts to pull Illene's heart strings, cleverly presented on a separate thread, are, ummm, suspect.  She will decide the 8-ball with cold sobriety.  See you on the red carpet! 

         

        Regards,

         

        NaderAlfie

          That said, Poirot has learned of your admiration and sends a message: 

           

          Bonne chance, mon ami!

           



          Fast is better than long

            And my race is just a few days away.  What's the remedy?  Drink more beer?

             

            Alcohol kills germs

            2013 Goals: 2500 miles / 2:45 marathon? / sub 2 800m / 4:30 mile / sub 16 5K / sub hour 10 miles


            Give a man a fire and he'll be warm the rest of the night;
            Set a man afire and he'll be warm the rest of his life.

            What in the Jehu?

              She will decide the 8-ball with cold sobriety.  

               

              That hardly seems fair.


              Milktruck say relentless

                I know, right?!  Sad

                 

                Abe_mend, my heartstrings are puling.  Drink lots of fluids, get lots of viatmin C,... I even swear by that snake oil: Airborne. 

                 

                Proofread carefully to see if you any words out.

                " ..that corner has narrowed to a half-nekkid egyptian wandering about in the cold new jersey nighttime."
                ~ R2E


                You'll ruin your knees!

                  What?  So, Abe is on drugs and Ilene is on the wagon? 

                  ""...the truth that someday, you will go for your last run. But not today—today you got to run." - Matt Crownover (after Western States)