December 4, 2011
So, I told you I was running a 10K today, didn't I? Well. I run most days, but this was my first racey thing. Sarge was going to run with me, but MS said otherwise. Unfortunately, he has very little say in the matter. He did, however, use his big, gigantic, special, cool-guy camera to take a shit ton of pics. Something on the order of 200, I believe? Don't worry, you won't have to shuffle through all of them. I've picked out a few that I think are the best representation of my pure fucking awesomeness to share with all of you wanderers who manage to wander here once in while. Because you know, not all who wander are lost.
This is me.
This is me being pure fucking awesome. Aren't I good at it? I know, right!
This is me passing a super old dude. Despite his precious sock holder-uppers, I'd never live with myself if I let him beat me.
Here is me having way too much fun for my own good.
Here's me at the point in every first-timer's life where they are supposed to think of every person who has ever fucked with them, and then tell them all to eat shit and die. But I did not do that. The train was too fucking loud. Fuck and damn.
Here's me again, with a ridiculous grin on my face. I have no excuse for this. None whatsoever. Sorry.