December 4, 2011


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.


  1. Excuses not needed. You did yourself proud.

  2. Great job!! You motivate me! Well, not really. Now I just feel like a great, big failure at life. I need to put down the cookies and buy some running shoes. :(

  3. Blogger won't let me sign in on the other one (hate you Blogger..) so posting it here.

    I haven't commented or done the II challenge in a while, so have missed you.

    I checked the post, way to go! And, so much smiling! I hate running so much. I like bread.

    You are truly pure fucking awesomeness.

  4. Yay! That's awesome!!! I HATE running and the times I do it, the last thing I want to do is smile! Good for you!!!

  5. Congrats!!!! I've always wanted to run in a marathon, but I suck at running and always have. Stupid asthma! You are definitely awesome for having accomplished this!

  6. Well, it certainly wasn't a marathon, just 6.5 miles or so. Add 20 miles to that, bloody nipples, and a little permanent joint damage, and then you have a marathon. Right now, I am just grateful for every day that my knee cap doesn't slip out of place. And curse the bitch who ran over my leg with her bike when I was 12. Yes, I still curse that stupid little whore. But seriously, thanks for the grats. It would be a bit of an understatement to say that I was over the moon when I crossed the finish line, especially knowing I was one of the few that didn't stop and walk. Lazy ass mofos.

  7. I'll hate the bitch for ya, too.

    Great job-I wouldn't have lasted the first mile.


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