The Loneliness Of Ultra Running

Because, the loneliness of the long distance runner was already taken.....Nice little piece of info came across the computer the other day. Andy Barrett, whom many know and all who know love, just ran his 10,000th mile. Wow! Way to go A2! And he ran them all looking so good (I wonder if he's ever had a run like I did on my B'day? The kind where well, er, well, let's just say farts aren't supposed to have lumps, I wish I'd have known that!)

Anyway, a name from the way far back, Ruben Rodriguez e-mailed Andy saying, you should have some buddies come out and run that 10,000 th with you.

Should he have? Gee, I don't know, we run so many miles alone, perhaps it's fitting we cross that line alone. In 2000 I decided I was going to run 2000 miles. I crossed that milestone on New Year's eve on 2000 running my regular route in my then neighborhood. That was really cool, and when I look back and read that log it was neat.

Yet on the other hand (there's my sex-life, but that's another story) we run many events, birthday runs, Croom and Que's with company. And Company is cool too.

Well, regardless, Andy, I was there with you. I mean I really was. Great Job, I am proud of you Brother! Way to Go! Way to Go!

So What's it Gonna Be?

So, what should I become for Halloween?

We get to dress up, I'm stoked. Ok, I can't be a cross-dressing runner, that was last week.

I'd like to be something that involves muscles, since I already have the suit.

Your thoughts.

Maybe You've Forgotten

Maybe you've forgotten, life is jolly rotten....

Hey, life got you down?

Job sucks?
Wife an RB?
Stock Market Down?
401K looking like a 200.5 F?
Foot Hurt?
Team losing the big game?

Well, it's not all bad, somebody loves ya..............................Give a whistle..............

Ha, It's A-Man 1, You Squids 0!

Yeah, oh yeah. You all owe me beers. The fierce Sasha Knowles post was vintage me baby. And you guys thought it was a Shammer.

Next time you see me, I'm drinking on your tab-tab-cola man.

What's happening now?

Is it a real dog if you can punt it more than 10 yards?

........... Rex and Ringo say, vote No on 2! I agree with that!........

I'm watching two yapping little dogs for some friends. I'm trying to good job, but I had them outside and one was yap, yap, yapping and I guess he upset nature's balance and a fly came out of nowhere and knocked one over. I cheered for the fly! Long hair isn't any better on a Chihuahua than it is on a teenage boy, go fly, fly.

Anyway this gig is ending tomorrow, along with it ends my ability to check Internet at all hours. The Internet guy hasn't come out yet, but it's ok, I'm not actually paying him yet. The longer I wait, the longer they wait. Ha!

Ok, the next post will either be me or a sham, if you want to pull the ole flim-flam sham let me know, and I'll hook you up.

Andy, aka, Sasha Fierce USA, 2008, you guys owe me!

No ESCAPE

I guess there's no escape from one's density, er, a make that destiny (couple of little letters in the wrong place that's what starts wars, "Hey didn't I see you going down on the dwarf? Er, a Wharf, I said Wharf.")

I reckon my bro, what a good guy, has roped me into doing this again, arg! But, I definitely encourage you to contact me, or my bro to set up a mock post. AndyManMathews@aol.com. If you wanna host and you get away it, you win a beer, not a glass of wine, no starbucks, but a beer, and ask Chase, when I lose a bet I won't cheat you out of it (Chase, really, I owe you, I haven't cheated you yet!)

Get aways with it? Well, I'll run a poll, AndyMan or Sham. The public will vote, early and often and will guess if it's me, or a sham. If they think it's me and it's you, you win. If they think it's you and it's you, well, if I see you and I have the money and if there is beer, then... buy your own damn beer!

What will I talk about?

Well, I'm definitely in the slam with this injury, not running, the only thing worse that not running, may be running! I strive for the innocence that one of my cross country runners, Mike has. As the boys team is lining up for the start of the 5K race, Mike's dad was giving him last minute motivation, "We want a PR Mike, You can do it, a PR, come on Mike, Time for a PR!" Mike, who had not run well last week said, "Ok, dad." He then turned to his teammates, "Guys, what's a PR?"

Yoikes! Well, he ran much better than he did last week, but like the definition itself, the PR plum alluded him!

3 weeks from today I hope to be running again (don't freak Candi, it's just a target date, not an absolute.) Until then I've got plans to do a full post on texting, Ali went to Homecoming and I have pictures from that. We have districts in two weeks for Cross Country, I'll keep you posted and you guys can keep me entertained!

Call Me Sasha Fierce.

Dammit, I'm tired of the charade. From now on, I shall be known as Sasha Fierce. Oh, sure, Beyonce' might try to claim this, but she's never run a hunnerd miles in a day like I have. So screw her.

Identity Thief in the House!

AndyMan, I am a space alien who has been following your blog. I will not allow you to shut down!