Tuesday, March 25, 2008

lets get dirty.

Hey America, how are you?

Let me tell you something America, and please know that I'm talking directly to you, and only to you. Nobody else is included, not even England or Canada, or anybody else. You look good.

I'd like to talk about my running. Let's get dirty and let it all hang out. My motivation for running is a bit low at the moment. I go through some periods of enthusiasm, and I strung together a small (12 day) running streak that ended last week. I found a nice race called the Flying Monkey Marathon that I think I can get excited about, but it comes in fits and starts for now.

The point I want to make is that, life is difficult for a young and healthy white man. Who is there to feel my pain? Nobody cares what we do, since we're young and healthy. If we train like crazy and run a marathon, it doesn't mean that much because we're young and healthy, and that kind of thing should be no problem for us. And things are especially problematic for young and healthy men like me who are generally well below average in athletic endeavors. A couple years ago, I trained like crazy and even ran every single day for more than six months and I ran a marathon in 4:17, and a half marathon in 1:49. These times were great for me and I'm proud of them, but they're below average for someone my age.

But what people don't know about me, is that I've had a bone in my leg since the day I was born. I don't like to talk about it since I don't really want any pity. Please consider that when you see my race times. I'm doing all this with a bone the size of a full-grown ferret in my right leg.

Thanks for your time.
Love, Keith.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Texas Independence Relay - March 1-2, 2008

I don't need a very long race report since probably all my readers were there, on my team. I'm proud to have been a part of the Battling Bloggers of the Texas Republic. You guys ROCK!

I had a great time, running, resting, seeing the small towns, running again, rooting for my teammates, crashing on the floor and sleeping harder than ever before, and then running again.

I apologize for anything I may have said when I was itchy and jonesin' for some sweet sweet gummy bears. I think I yelled at Manny to "keep the water and just get me some f--k--g gummy bears!" I realize now that not having my gummy bears wasn't the end of the world. Sorry Manny.

I'll post the pictures I took soon. For posterity and clicking ease, here is an exhaustive list of the team members with their blogs.


Keith out!