- The two young men on the street corner who dropped a beat a when I ran past them, a perfect rhythm to my imperfect stride. The beat was in my head for the rest of my run.
- The fellow in the SUV who pulled alongside me when I approached an apartment driveway, stopped in the road, and waved me on when I looked at him. He gets the Good Motorist Award for communication and courtesy.
- The schmuck who pulled his junker sedan halfway into the bank driveway I was crossing and then looked at me as if his right of way was being violated. This clever move forced me to stop running before he completed his turn. This jackass motorist gets added my ever-growing list of grievances (previously stated here and here).
Payback is a bitch.
Sarah gives thanks to me (and a few others).
Apparently, I'm Ms. V's fountain of youth. Read on to find out what mine is.
Captain TL;DR (or GQ to most of you) thinks I'm a wounded soul and, for some reason, a red-head. It's not the first time, nor the last, that he's been wrong.
Vanilla doesn't think too highly of my snot-rocket technique. Fair enough, I never thought highly of him.
Marcy shares the struggle to run.
Mike at Running Is Funny didn't think I was funny this week. Coincidentally, neither was he.
Well, wouldn't you know it, one of you actually wrote something in the comments worth sharing. There's a first time for everything.
Ms. V shares some very important lab studies, which if successful will help the Viper live for 120 years. Some drunk geeks at MIT have been brewing "BioBeer," which contains a specially engineered yeast that produces resveratrol, the anti-aging chemical found in red wine. [Drunkard's note: Team BHI reported on these benefits of red wine and some additional health benefits of beer in February.]
Wherein I hurt your delicate feelings to make myself feel better about myself.
Joyrun tells me how I should have reacted to the Jackass in White Shorts: "I woulda passed him & tripped his sorry ass up on the way. But hey, I'm a vindictive b*tch like that."
Answer: Yes, you are.
Al is a little more compassionate about my fall: "I would have asked if you were ok, and seeing that you were, then laughed."
Answer: This seems to be a common sentiment among my
Turi is a little too fixated on cockles: "Warm cockles. Yeah, that's why I'm doing early morning runs on the treadmill. Too chilly out. Didn't think of trying cider. How do you apply that to the cockles?"
Answer: We'd have to use a bone saw to open up your chest plate and pour the cider directly on your heart to warm the cockles. Dr. Viper is willing to perform this back-alley surgery for a nominal fee.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. Enjoy your weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!