I Could Fight A Wolf...

...I think I could. Honestly, if you've ever gotten attacked by a big dog, you go for their snout; grab its jaw and fight like the Ultimate Warrior. If you couldn't tell already, the misses and I watched Frozen. It was good. Go see it.

Got alot done today. New e-mail. New twitter. New pictures.

My ugly ass mug.

I like this picture, more so for what my wife put when she tweeted it.

Took the Vibrams for a spin to the library to pick up some police officer study exams. That's right, I wanna be a pig.

Someone probably thinks there's some Skunk Ape runnin' around in the snow.

Pretty view of snow fallin' at the library.

EDIT: Oh yeah, rest day. No workout, plus my calves are pretty tight from running yesterday. Hittin' it up tomorrow though.

Keepin' It Goin'

Ran a new 3 mile PR of 29:02. Post-run picture on my new Iphone (wife's old phone). Yes, I know I have little chocolate chip nipples.

Picture of new Vibram Sport Trek shoes. Ran a bit farther in em, about 0.75 miles, before my flat arches started to act up. Then I ran my PR.

Super tired. G'night.

When it rains, it pours. In my experience though when you poop, you have diarrhea. Yesterday started off pretty shaky. I'm trying to be a bit of a personal trainer for my wife as she is trying to get in shape too now, but I got a bit carried away with the tough love/drill sargent approach. She let me know that I need to tone in down in the way only a wife knows how :) I felt extra bad about being a douche because when we went out today she surprised me and got me some Vibram running shoes.

I got the Vibram Sport Trek model. Here's the standard catalog image of 'em. I'll have more pictures later tonight because I went and got an iphone yesterday as well. Actually, we bought a new one off a friend and Dana is giving me her old iphone. It pretty much went down like this (click on the image to read how it went):

So I went to the gym yesterday and tried out the new Vibrams. I hadn't been to the gym since Friday when I ran a quick 5k because I wanted to have a date night with Dana. I ate soup in a bread bowl both Friday and Saturday. Is there anything more delicious than soup in edible containers? Between that and the chess pie and Reese's cheesecake I had for desert each night respectively, I was cheating on my diet like I was married to Sandra Bullock. So Sunday I ran with the Vibrams first.

I got about as far as 0.34 miles (~0.5K) before my arches (or lack thereof) where getting shredded and I had to put on my old running shoes (when I did it was cool because I went back out in the cold weather and I saw steam coming off my feet). After I switched out shoes I ran my fastest 3 miles since I started running again, 3 miles in 29.33 minutes. I hope to write more after I go to the gym tonight with Dana for the first time, so we'll see how it goes. Remember what I said about when it rains it pours? Yeah, I gotta poop again.

Screw This

I'm up at 3 am because I had a scary dream. About sharks, Great Whites specifically. Ever have a dream then think your surrounded by what was in you dream? Yeah, fuck that noise.

Haven't run in two days because I've been too tired with work this week, coupled with the fact that when I get home Dana has made dinner so I already eat and am in no condition to run very well. I know; excuses, excuses. I'm gonna bring workout clothes with me to work today, and go strait after instead of home.

Oh and its early, but I'm already calling Super Bowl XLV.

Patriots over Atlanta, 29-20.

Ride That Pony

Finally ringin' in the new year of runnin'. Got out late and ran a little 5k. Dunno my time, like 34:something. Probably could have broken 30:00 but I had to poop. Still, I ran so good my beard fell off.

Ohhhhh....now I remember why I have a beard: I look like a lesbian.

Man Titty Epidemic

I'm trying out entry titles now. So how did you reign (rain?) in the new year? I watched Devil Fish. I miss MST3K. Please check it out. Did I mention how much I love Netflix?

Damn, I can't get over my love for MST3K. I'm really considering having my next tattoo be something in this vein (vain?).

I also spent the whole day blowing my brains out. Not Hunter S. Thompson-style, just into kleenex thanks to this massive head cold I have. That didn't leave alot of time for a work out today. If I'm up to it I'm gonna try and at least get a 5k in tomorrow. I need to commit to a set of New Year's Resolutions, but I know one of them is going to be try and run 2,011 miles this year. It comes out to about 6 miles a day with an off-day each week for a year, so its kinda lofty but certainly attainable.

How come when you're sick, all the food that makes you feel better makes you a tubby fatass? If health food makes you feel so much better how come all I ate today was cold Pizza Hut pizza and banana pudding? I hate delicious setbacks.

I feel like I'm just creating a giant wall-o-text with this blog so far, so in the best interest of the illiterate I thought I'd post some questionably disturbing pictures of my progress so far. This first one was taken on December 3rd. I don't know my weight, I had been running for a few weeks and wasn't concerned with weight loss yet. I obviously don't care about making this picture public, case in point; the ugly sweatpants I ran out in public in.

I look like someone whose hit rock bottom on Behing the Music. I consider this my low point, which will be more positive as I get back into shape. Here's a picture I took today with my Dana's loathsome iphone. I can only breathe out of my mouth, hence the dumb face. You can't really notice a 25lb. difference in weight loss. I think it was all in my tits.

So I'm down to 250 lbs. Wish I weighed less considering the work I've put in, but I'm looking at it like this: I was way overboard, now I've reigned (rained?) it in to a manageable number I can work with. Headed to bed, which tonight is my quarantined living room coach as I try to get better. Being sick is dumb.

Me: I hate Medicaid. Damn doctors think they can do whatever they want.

Mother-in-law: They're just gonna do what they want. (paraphrasing)

Me: I hate 'em all. They can all burn in hell.

(Long pause)

Me: Well, Happy New Year.

Mother-in-law: Thank ya.