Yeah, sure, I'd love to play 36, shoot a game of eight ball, down a picture of brew, and scarf down a platter of wings at a gentleman's club (talk about your misnomers. It's kind of like when I went to the Adult Book Store and asked for a copy of Grapes of Wrath, I thought a very adult book, and they tried to hustle me out of there with some swanky magazine instead!)." That's the men's tour.
Turns out that isn't what they were talking about. A couple of people with whom I work are just starting their training for a 1/2 marathon and I am taking them for a run tonight. Another associate called me a mentor. Turns out that means someone that kind of guides some one along, makes suggestions, has maybe done it before.
Aw, shucks! Two nice ladies, I'm glad to help.
Kind of cool though to think I may know something about something that someone somewhere don't know. I get to take them on a neighborhood tour tonight and I have tidbits to share on tempo, stride, and the mental game. Sadly, I think after that I'm out of material that isn't common knowledge. Still, it's nice to think that at one point I was a mentor.
Still want to go on that men tour though, sounds fun!
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Here's a real men's tour for you, Soda at the ice cream shop, crazy eight with the kids, dinner and games with Chucky C, and a marathon of Little House!
-Dean Karnazes (too cool to care!)
Hey Dean, I think that's the men who are light in the loafers tour. Not that there is anything wrong with that!
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