My wife and I have already done the Dirty Dash and we've both already competed in our first 5K. I've also done it many times in my workouts and have now exceeded that quite a bit. But I've decided to go back and help my wife train the same way I did so she can … Continue reading Day 162… C25K again??
What a busy weekend that gets ruined by the Denver Broncos first loss. Okay, it didn't really ruin anything, but it wasn't how I wanted to spend my Sunday evening. But I'm orange and blue for life, so I certainly am not going to jump to another team like many do. They didn't play well … Continue reading Day 159, 160 & 161… Noooo!
Well, a personal record. But isn't that what records are? Yeah, someone can juggle longer than I can, someone can swallow more glass than I can, but does it really matter in the end? Maybe. They are all in record books to be immortalized while I'm just me. But anyway... I made it 5 miles … Continue reading Day 158… Another Record!
Luckily I didn't need any myself. I don't expect gyms and rec centers or any other place that has exercise equipment to spend time and money making sure that every piece of equipment is kept in pristine condition. It does make one wonder how much they really care about the quality of their equipment. Do … Continue reading Day 157… Snitches Get Stitches
The time of year when coughing, sniffles and staying home from school starts happening. The time of year when I have to worry about everything I touch because I might be next. The time of year when an innocent good night smooch from your daughter might lead to copious amounts of vomiting. In other words, … Continue reading Day 156… It’s That Time of Year!
It's been a while since I pounded some pounds, pressed some limits and sweated in the underground weight room at my gym. My back pretty much made me afraid of the place. When I was at the doctor, he had told me that I could continue to lift but that I shouldn't increase the weight. … Continue reading Day 155… Da Gym Is Dat Way
Ah, the glorious weekend. The last day of work followed by the first day of freedom. Freedom that comes and goes as swiftly as the summer breeze. Freedom that is fleeting like childhood yet yearned after like the homecoming queen. Freedom from the daily ho-hum of life which is traded for the daily routine of … Continue reading Days 152, 153 & 154… Up a Creek