Woud(sic)it be easier to take a cab, wherever u(sic) r (sic)going ?
As you well know, David, New York has several sports; football, baseball, basketball, hockey and taxicab racing, (NYCTaxi Cab Racing Association Motto: "Get Out Of my ******* Way, Asshole!") but I like
actually being on the streets and sidewalks of the city. (Yes, some taxis actually do travel on the sidewalks of New York , but, as far as I know, it's something that is that is not encouraged.
Besides, when I am running well, I don't need a cab. The last time we met (actually it happened to be the first time we met as well, we need to remedy that) I left the group while they were piling into cabs, I ran North to Bloomingdales, bought a shirt and then ran to the Frying Pan on the West Side before the group could order a second round.
In New York our shoes are our tires, someone once told me, so I pay as much for footwear as the average automobile owner pays for four radial tires. It's worth every penny.
So. Because I am a certifiable idiot, I have gained 13 pounds this past year and ten pounds the year before. (Ha ha, I said after the third marathon. I was ten pounds heavier and five minutes slower.) Last year's Marathon was a disaster. My right knee, accompanied by Mom and the Whiny Asshole, vigorously protested walking a
fter Mile 17, so I massaged it nicely and then would run about .7 miles and then massage it again. I did this every mile or every .7 miles to the finish, finishing a full 30 minutes slower than the previous year an d booking the my slowest marathon ever.
Well, pack it in, pilgrim, give it up, fatboy, roll it over and out if you have the strength, you miserable .... .
Hey, you know what just occurred to me? You know who hasn't shown up in a long time as a member of the Committee/Family of my mind???
Oh, you would like him. He's a hoot. He's the one inside me who is SO pissed off at every miss-step, every bad break, every hesitant moment that he EXPLODES in verbiage that is impossible to report in text, it would take a graphic artist to convey the heat of the hot rhetoric he spews.
I've missed him.
Today's race was a four mile. My first as a 65 year old man. (That meant a new age category) I did 40 minutes and 58 seconds which was 58 seconds slower than my goal which I had posted in my brain as kind of a joke because we had been trotting along at 11 minute miles for the past two weeks (and not very many miles of that)
So I ran a 10:15 average. I beat about twenty guys, forty six beat me. There were seven thousand runners out there this morning, most of them wearing ponytails and tights. (I do not know why more single men don't use the NYRR racing schedule as a pick-up scene. It is crawling with nubile women. I digress)
Did I do well? No.
Did I do better than I expected?
Am I back?
~Angerman and Coach both agree: My fatass needs to lose about 15 pounds. Then they will start talking about being back.
Joe(i was happy with the result but what do I know?)Nation