Not to be confused with "Magnum Fallus" or "Magnum Phallus" or even Magnum condoms. This blog title is not a reference to our dear friend Biggus Dickus, but rather an indication about my big failure, which--OK fine--should actually be something like "Magnum Deficio," but my high school Latin classes were too long ago for such accuracy.
Bless me, runners, for I have slacked. My last run was 10 days ago. Instead, I have gift shopped, played my new banjo, holiday partied, indulged in liquid indulgence, lounged in front of a faux fireplace with the special ladyfriend, eaten too many cookies, eaten too many candies, eaten too many everything, opened a generous amount of gifts, felt somewhat guilty when some of those gifts were running related, felt less guilty after cracking open a booze related gift and looked upon a fine day for a run and opted to let this mileless streak ride. It appears that 1,000 miles will not happen this year.
Moving right along.
What'd I say up there? Oh, right, running related gifts. I got a RoadID, some reflective tape to make some of my running gear more night-worthy, Echo Kit sunglasses with interchangeable lenses (dark, yellow and clear) and Christopher McDougall's Born to Run.
That booze related gift? A fifth of Johnnie Walker Red Label. Tasty!
I hope the holiday gift-giving fairy was kind to all of you. Cheers!