I hope you sang that first half of the title as per the song all twangy like and that it’s stuck in your head all day, otherwise, you did it wrong.
I’ve been away from this blog for several weeks other than to use it to harass all of you for votes for the Blogger-Idol contest, so now that I’ve been dumped from that contest for good, I feel good to be back among the blogger living, so to speak, so let’s do some catchin’ up.
First of all, thank you again to everyone who voted for my posts during my brief Blogger-Idol run. There are some really great writers competing in that contest, some of whom (some of who? which is it?) write for a living, so I’m not ashamed to have lost to any of them. That doesn’t mean that I think my post was the worst by any stretch, it just wasn’t a good fit for that week’s group of judges and I was in the hole a little bit that you great supporters of mine couldn’t dig me out of. Ha, supporters…like a bunch of jock straps! Pffft, no, YOU shut up! Moving on, damn, this coffee is strong.
Some of you may recall that I was stunned a bit in May by Cool’s honest question that only a four year old could get away with asking:
His innocent suggestion that I was becoming a fat ass, coupled with the infamous fat guy on a little bike photo (you’ll have to click the link to the post to see it, as I’m not making you laugh and feel better about yourself without some effort on your part), prodded me into wanting to lose some weight.
While it went ok for a little while, I lost interest in the whole eating better and drinking less plan and actually gained weight instead.
Probably because she noticed that I was becoming a total fatass, old friend and neighbor Margo suggested that I run another half marathon with her. While I’m sure she’d suggest that she had only my best interests in mind when she asked me, what I heard was, “hey fatass, I bet you can’t finish a half marathon again you fat fuck loser!” So of course, I accepted her challenge.
For twelve weeks, I ran every single Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday. A couple of times I ran in a light rain, and once it was a torrential downpour, but I did it. From three miles to eleven miles, I didn’t miss a day. I ate a lot smarter and I’ve lost some weight and a little bit around the old waistline.
This past Saturday was the big day, race day. I’d hoped to beat my previous time and crack the two hour mark, but the course was against me. I hadn’t ever paid much attention to Kansas City, but this is pretty much what it looks like while running:
See how skinny I’ve gotten?
So the run basically sucked balls, but I did finish it and I beat my 2011 time by four minutes. I’m sad to report that I didn’t break the two hour time so I think I’ll have to keep trying until I do.
Aside from the hills, Wife and I enjoyed our time in Kansas City.
We were so blessed that my Uncle Dude and Aunty N watched the kids for us so we could venture to KC by ourselves. I don’t recall missing the kids one single time this weekend, which is rare! Shhhh, don’t tell Wife or kids I said that though.
They were in capable, non grandparent hands, so I had no cause for concern I guess.
Although you didn’t ask, the kids are doing great as well.
G$ is going through some phase where he likes to wear whatever he wants to wear, which has included snow and cowboy boots with shorts, as well as capes and funny hats. He made me dress him all gangsta last week.
Ace and Cool are doing great as well. Todd was nice enough to invite them and I to the game five playoff series clincher against the Pirates and we had a hellofagood time!
I’ll cut myself off here so I have more goodies to share later on, but suffice to say, life’s been good and I’m glad to be back in a routine that will include being able to read your posts as well as update my own with better content than “please go vote for me!” Oh, speaking of that, here’s my obligatory farewell post for them. I wrote it while I was way drunk last night.
I had a really good time in the contest and I’m sad to be out of it, if nothing else because of the camaraderie with the other contestants. The judges all made good points, outside of the police report comparison, but that’s sour grapes on my part.
Hey, look what I saw in a ghettoriffic KC Walgreens!
Princess froggy drawers here was buying a shit-ton of energy drinks and flavored teas which I hope will give her the energy she needs to put on some fucking real pants next time she leaves the house.
Thanks all!! Talk soon.