Marathon Training Log...week 3

Alright as Nick just mentioned in the post below here I am in the process for training for the Cape Cod Marathon October 25. I know all 8 readers we have right now are laughing at this...and keep laughing, because I need you to motivate me. I figured I would at least discuss how my training is going since I know you all care very much about my well being....pictured below is a photo from my run yesterday...



As you can see I have already lost quite a bit of weight (reference the picture of me at the Celtics game being a fat drunk tahd). Week 3 training has consisted of 25 minute interval running which I will complete 4 times this week. Things haven't been that bad yet....but I am still fat. I think I need to cut back on my diet which currently consists of beer and pizza. As nick talked about a couple of days ago we really have no chance but to live like this during the greatest sport stretch of the year....

So if you see me out, please call me out on running a marathon. Tell me I can't do it, tell me I'm fat, tell me all the things I need to hear to get this thing done. I will update you on a somewhat weekly basis so you know how I'm doing / can make fun of me.


-J "Steve Prefontaine" Perk

Sometimes the Bear Gets You

Remember when I told you all about 2 of the Blogfathers and a Blogfollowers attempt to hit up the Celts-Bruins double-home playoff games on one Saturday, followed by a Sox matinee and Marathon Monday expedition on that Patriots' Day?

Well, I wanted to make a photo diary. What were the chances of that actually happening? 10 percent? 20 percent? Zero?? I'm the same guy who brings a camera on vacation and leaves it in the hotel the whole time. I'm not good with these things. Plus the times I really want to remember are the times were I usually am too impaired to make it happen. Damn. What follows is a super piss-poor example of a photo journal, with jusssst enough to make it funny that I even tried. Woo, Sorry for Partying.

10:35 AM: Gotta take the T on a day like this. The goal of this pic was to justbarely get us all in the corners of it. That way ppl on the T wouldn't think we were trying to take a self-pic. Nice.


12:15 PM: Celtssss brooooo. Let me innnnn.


DX was there:

They gave out Boston is a Brotherhood T-Shirt. I've since warn it twice more. The Celts have lost 3 three times. Needless to say, that shirt is retired for awhile.

We were upgraded to 10th row Loge from balcony for free. Good seats...

...you know, cept for the hoop..

Came down to the wire...

Met up with some ill Boston bros at the Greatest Bar, maybe the best place to go if you're around the Garden. If you're at Fenway, then it's obviously the Tavern. Notice my uniform change and the vintage B's jersey. Thing's a men's medium I've had since I was 12 years old. Look at that Bear on the sleeve. Just don't make em like that anymore...or with the fat mustard and shit all over it.

7:59 PM: Back to the timestamp for effect. I had 3 pictures total from the Bruins. Here, I set the camera setting to "My Vision" and this is what I got.

11:59 PM: Over 12 hours later, back home. Good looks to Jules on the picture.

Marathon Monday: My seats at the Sox were too tight to reach in and get my camera out. I'm only joking 10 percent. So squished. Jake thinks he is going to run one of these:

This sums it all up:

Sorry for wasting some of your life.

--Nick

The Kid Is Back

Sorry for the 3-day absence. I had a crazy past couple of days that included a visit from my best dude from college, a double-dip playoff day on Saturday and Sox game/Marathon fest yesterday. Basically, I’m spending the next 2-3 weeks in a local rehab facility.

The Saturday B’s and C’s games were unreal. To be at the Garden area for 12-13 hours with some of the illest partiers around during two playoff games is absurd. Three of us went in to the games (barely), and I’m glad to say, three of us went out. It ended pretty much as expected, with a broken phone, an all-out legit header down two rows of seats and a Chris Farley-esque, beer, flying, ass skidding slip down the balcony stairs. A little something for all of us. But because I haven’t worked for the past 3 business days and because I’m deathly tired, I’ll save the stories/comments and a lame attempt at a photo journal (what there the real chances of that happening?) for another post.

For now, here are some random thoughts:

-Picture you care zero who wins the Boston Marathon, but it remains an unreal fixture in your life regardless. The day off, the craziness, the early Sox game and the overall drunken stupor make it an event worthwhile. People have been getting hammered and high-fiving tired-ass runners for years.

-I love the online ads for the celebrity IQ tests. Oh yea, I’m sure Oprah took your little online quiz. Who the hell is this tricking? “Oh, looks like Mylie Cyrus scored a 118 on this IQ test, I bet I can beat her!!” C’mon now. Either the people making these ads are clueless or the public is a lot dumber than I’m giving them credit for.

-Why do you have to pay more for iced coffee when you get less coffee and more water than regular coffee?

-The waffle shirt/thermal or white long sleeve under your T-shirt is really the best way to go during the springtime. It allows you to get away with not wearing a jacket, which will just hinder your movement all night and give you something to leave behind, and also provides a fresh look and the ability to roll up the sleeves to cool off.

-Like it or not, you can’t stop Ron Brownz. Peep that song in this week’s Music Monday. Oh man.

-I can never go without the internet on my phone again. Not knowing everything and anything whenever I want is unacceptable to me now. Kinda like how I love watching TV with a laptop. Never know when I need sports stats, IMDB or Wikipedia. Chances are strong I’ll need all three. How the hell did people go about their lives 30 years ago? You just didn’t know much I guess. And if you wanted to find something out, you had to go to the library, ask an elder or call like a radio station or something. Haha. Must have saccckkked.

-My favorite jokes when I’m out drinking now are ‘bro-ing’ people and calling myself “the kid” to be obnoxious. Both make me dece giggle.

--Nick