Friday, December 4, 2009

Flashback Friday: Sit and Spin, Readers

Yeah, you heard me. Sit. And spin. And while you're at it, take a nice long walk off a short pier. All of you who gave me shit for delaying a run should take a look in the mirror. (Yes, that means you, you and you.) I read your blogs. I know you sometimes just don't feel like running, whether it's because the sky is pouring down rain or because you're crabby that you didn't get a lollipop at the doctor's office.

Sometimes we all say, fuck it. And that's OK.

Don't act all high and mighty on me when I cop to an excuse for putting off my run. Guess what? I ran last night, and I'm back on schedule for this week's mileage goal. Shove that in your collective pie hole.

Back Talk
Wherein one of you actually appreciates all the things I do for you.

Mr. Loser pays attention to all the exciting items along the right side of this blog: "Two thumbs up for the new blogs of woe sidebar. I'm hoping the Brownies don't lose the #1 pick by winning a couple games. We need to blow the draft like we always do: by picking the wrong player on draft day."

Answer: The Browns will most certainly blow the draft by picking a quarterback who will get destroyed because the offensive line can't block on the right side.

As for other items of interest on my blog, you may want to scroll down and see my PRs in the "Fastest Stumblings" section or read about my most recent races in "Latest Stumblings." Better yet, you might want to get the hell away from this blog by doing as Mr. Loser has done and explore my reading recommendations, such as "Blogging is Overrated," where most of my fellow BHI teammates are; "Share Cleveland's Sporting Woes," with local sports blogs on the Browns, Indians and Cavs (the only unwoeful team in Cleveland at present); and below that "When All Else Fails, Pick the Banjer," which is a listing of banjo-centric blogs and sites. And of course, I have some words of wisdom, but that's way down at the bottom.

Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and Drink well. Cheers!


Xenia said...

Mornin', Cranky Pants. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, did you? You know our mockery just fuels your cantankerous soul, so quit your excessive bitching. If we were nice to you, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself.

The Sean said...

let's go bowlin'

Sun Runner said...

There was a runner at the Toledo hash Wednesday night who was wearing a T-shirt which said, in huge letters, "TRIBE TIME IS NOW!" I said, "It hasn't been Tribe Time in years!"

Then we had a discussion about the 1997 World Series. He couldn't remember the name of the guy who fucking blew the save in the bottom of the 9th in Game 7.

But I did. The Name of He Who Will Not Be Named is burned on my soul forever.

Regarding turning tail because of inclement weather, when I emerged from my house this morning into the 27-degree air I shuddered and said, "Brrr..." and then realized that in a few weeks I won't have a choice, I will be running in much, much colder and most certainly worse weather. My training for the Boston Marathon launches on my birthday, December 28. Holy shit.


Jess said...

Happy hour must come faster!

Ms. V. said...

so...this means the love is gone?

i can't look up sit and spin in the urban dictionary, but i'll guess it's not pretty...

taking back my shirt then!

have a good weekend viper!

southofthecliff said...

Lollipops? Oooh, I think I need a checkup.

Ms. V. said...

ok. email sent.

Carolina John said...

i'm amazed that someone was actually paying attention to your right nav.

have a great weekend!

Roisin said...

The Cavs will be un-woeful once they actual make it to the finals. Right now, they're getting dangerously near Cubs territory. And no matter what sport you play, that's not a record you want to have.


Jess said...

We're all masochists here. We like your abuse.

BrianFlash said...

If I was you, I'd keep rooting for the Rams to keep losing so they get the top pick. That way, they pick some overrated non-football playing idiot, thereby saving the Browns from themselves.