Monday, September 27, 2010


Wow. What a fucking AWESOME run tonight. I did my normal 3.5 miles. Felt good throughout it all. I am finishing up my last lap feeling a little tired. It is dark out. The track is misty and filled with fog. All of the sudden I am startled when this punk ass kid goes flying by me in the outer track. It is my nemesis!

Ever since I started running I have always felt inferior to the other runners. Hell I could barely out run the old women power walking. I trained. I ran. I was slow. The worst fucker that made me feel horrible was the youngin. This kid has to be in high school. He would come down. Do a few really fast laps passing by me. Do a dozen pullups on the high school football uprights. Train hard. Totally make me look like a pussy. The kid even took his shirt off once and my Ex wife was gawking at him.

I was just starting my final mile. I was at the starting line for it. When the kid blew past me I got indignant! That is the only word I can think of to describe my rush of emotions. How dare this kid show me up. How dare he blow past me like I was standing still. What the fuck was his problem.

I decided right there and then I was not going to allow it. I turned it up a notch. I did not think I had an extra notch after running a 5K. Apparently I do. I then turned it up another notch. Again. Faster. Faster and harder than I have ever run before. It was like going ludacris speed.

It was amazing. It felt so good. I let it all out. I was not even breathing too hard. I was breathing hard. You could hear it. It felt good though and I was keeping up with him! Know what the best part was. I am entering the final straight away and the kid hears me coming up behind me AND HE HAS TO SPEED UP! I made the little fucker take it up another notch. I would have beat him is he stayed at his normal speed. As it was I did not beat him but I was not very far behind. I will get you my nemesis! I will get you.


Blogger BamBam said...

FUCK the hatahs!

I'm proud of WAFFLES!

6:48 PM

Blogger The Poker Meister said...

You'll get him alright... or die of a heart attack...

6:46 AM

Blogger Mike G said...

The advantage of the running addiction over the poker addiction is - wait for it - even when you lose, you still feel good.

8:27 AM

Blogger Josie said...

Wow - you continue to impress and inspire me.

8:33 AM

Blogger PokahDave said...

You should run up behind him and say "This is your future catching up to you...I'm gonna get ya!"....he'll look back and be horrified then he'll dust you. Just sayin'....

9:54 AM


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