Sunday, March 06, 2011

Shamrock on Saturday

The Shamrock Shuffle is this Saturday. I'll never know why NASCAR and recreational 5K runners have their World Championship as the first race of the year. Physically I'm not 100%, but then I haven't been 100% in the last couple decades. My only concern is a left knee that aches a little. It doesn't hurt enough to stop or even slow down. It hurts just enough to be a little concerned. It could be fine on the big day, it could buckle. Stay tuned to find out.


MumblingSages has been focusing on longer distances. His times are a little slower than mine, but his runs are three times as long. I think he is faster than he claims. I know I am.

This will be year three of our saga at the Shamerock. I am 2-0. So far weather has not been an issue. That could change this year. Depending on whom u believe, we could get 0-12 inches of snow this week. Spies tell me it is snowing in Minneapolis and its headed this way.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

wh00ps

I lost 6 lbs in 24 hours. That can't be g00d.

Thursday, January 06, 2011

Countdown to Shamrock

I got called out. I didn't think it was going to happen, but it did. Life is like that sometimes. I'm getting ahead of myself. This story began last month. The Winter Solstice has always been a special time. For thousands of years pagans / druids / astrologers / sun worshipers / morons have cast mystical powers to this darkest of days. Not me. The Winter Solstice means one thing in my life... Time to start thinking about the most important sporting event of the year. That's right. The Shamrock Shuffle.

Yeah, I know it isn't until March. Its months away before the world turns its eye to the sleepy berg of Eau Claire, WI. But something primal happens when the sunlight returns. The timing is unfortunate. Christmas time is a time of celebration, of Comfort and Joy, Glad Tidings of Salvation to all mankind! With every c00kie I get a little slower. Eggnog expands the belly whilst dampening the fire within. In short God rested this merry gentleman but g00d.
As I went over the river I heard it. As I went through the w00ds I felt it. As I went back and forth to the refrigerator it gnawed at my gut. MumblingSages is out there. He plans. He trains. He puts fancy backgrounds and ads on his blog. He lurks. (more of a lurch than a lurk really). Then bammo!!! He called me out.

Yeah, ok technically I fired the first salvo with a "Fhatty" text that ruined his New Years Day breakfast, but texting and blogs are worlds apart in the chessgame that is Shamrock Smack Talk. A phone-phone text is black-ops behind enemy lines. A blog post is a diplomat "leaking" to foreign press that the Queen is not amused. His mistake was sending the Prime Minister down to read the post before the Faceb00k UN Security Council. He must realize, this means war.