Turkey day - the good-the bad-the ugly
Turkey day - started great.
I woke to hear the wimpering of my son's PitBull upstair. I let him out to take a shit. I think he was lonely, so I laid down with him. My son made his way home in about an hour at 12:30. So I went back to bed. Got up and had nice conversation with my wife. I walked my son's dog, since my son never does the resposible thing in my eyes.
Anyway, my headphones are trash, so I attempted to purchase some before the race, but it is Thanksgiving. I ended up deciding to do the run w/o headphones. So I am there about 30 minutes before the start. Just enough time to pick up shirt, check out the crowd and do a little warm up around the track. The runners are a great crowd. I am thinking that the hell with triathlon, I am thinking it is time to get back to running. The people are friendlier and nicer. Triathlon is filled with those type "a" personalities, which I am probably one as well. But that doesn't mean that I like em.
Well, I am still testing my body and legs and such. So I figuring the whole point of this run is to just somhow do the 5 miles at any speed. S I line up at the start and start oogling the hotties. There are a lot of hotties.
The star spangled Banner is sung live. Nice touch. It is always better live even though some people can't sing, but this girl could sing. The gun goes off and I am lined up way in the back. I am not caring because I just want to jog. I start to try to pass people without being rude. I am able to occasionally pass people and things start to open up 1/2 mile in. I end up doing about a 7:30 pace. I end up splitting right away after small talk, pissing. I head by the Porsche dealer before going home. I get some gas, walk the dog and shower up. My mother-in-law is there.
We leave to have our feast in Baton Rouge at my sis-in-law. I get to visit with people I rarely know and also with her family. I am awkward at these events but somehow always make it through.
We make through some of the best cooking that have ever tasted. My sis-in-law prides herself on entertaining. Everything is perfect.
We end up not staying too long.
IBefore I left, I ask the son to periodically check on the dog, which he does not. I find dog puke all over the carpet. Angry phone call to son. No apoligy from son, more angry words, now son is not staying with us. Me and wife - don't care.
So the good - the bad - and the ugly.
I woke to hear the wimpering of my son's PitBull upstair. I let him out to take a shit. I think he was lonely, so I laid down with him. My son made his way home in about an hour at 12:30. So I went back to bed. Got up and had nice conversation with my wife. I walked my son's dog, since my son never does the resposible thing in my eyes.
Anyway, my headphones are trash, so I attempted to purchase some before the race, but it is Thanksgiving. I ended up deciding to do the run w/o headphones. So I am there about 30 minutes before the start. Just enough time to pick up shirt, check out the crowd and do a little warm up around the track. The runners are a great crowd. I am thinking that the hell with triathlon, I am thinking it is time to get back to running. The people are friendlier and nicer. Triathlon is filled with those type "a" personalities, which I am probably one as well. But that doesn't mean that I like em.
Well, I am still testing my body and legs and such. So I figuring the whole point of this run is to just somhow do the 5 miles at any speed. S I line up at the start and start oogling the hotties. There are a lot of hotties.
The star spangled Banner is sung live. Nice touch. It is always better live even though some people can't sing, but this girl could sing. The gun goes off and I am lined up way in the back. I am not caring because I just want to jog. I start to try to pass people without being rude. I am able to occasionally pass people and things start to open up 1/2 mile in. I end up doing about a 7:30 pace. I end up splitting right away after small talk, pissing. I head by the Porsche dealer before going home. I get some gas, walk the dog and shower up. My mother-in-law is there.
We leave to have our feast in Baton Rouge at my sis-in-law. I get to visit with people I rarely know and also with her family. I am awkward at these events but somehow always make it through.
We make through some of the best cooking that have ever tasted. My sis-in-law prides herself on entertaining. Everything is perfect.
We end up not staying too long.
IBefore I left, I ask the son to periodically check on the dog, which he does not. I find dog puke all over the carpet. Angry phone call to son. No apoligy from son, more angry words, now son is not staying with us. Me and wife - don't care.
So the good - the bad - and the ugly.
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