Sunday: Blindsided. Again.

So he's done it again.

A little background. CS Fatboy and I have known each other since...well, Reagan was still in office. We were always bigger guys, but when we hit our 30's, things got outta control as we both neared the 300# mark (or even surpassed it...the shame). As he describes in his profile, a few years ago he gets on the horse, starts running every chance he gets, tells me he's going to run the Pike's Peak Ascent and wants me to do it with him. I agree, cause hell, it's like January when we're talking about it. August comes around, I've done little or nothing in preparation (including not registering), so I end up driving to the top to meet him on the Peak when he's done. He just about nails his goal time. I'm inspired, so I go home and start working hard. For about three weeks.

Next year, same story, though this time I actually tried to sign up. Seems the system used to register crashed, nobody got in, and I missed the deadline when the 'puters were fixed and everything went live again. Race day comes, and again I'm driving to the top to meet CS, and this time I'm feeling more than a little ashamed. I'm inspired, so I go home and start working hard. For about four weeks.

Brings us to Christmas '07. My "best friend" calls to tell me that as a Christmas gift, he's signed me up for a half-marathon. Though I suspect that he's trying to kill me (at that point, I'm probably 305 and haven't run more than 30 feet in three years), I suck it up. Joined a local Saturday morning running group that gets me out of bed, off the couch and moving. Finally. Race day comes, and I actually finish the half. My right calf cramps so bad I almost fall over and I get silver-dollar sized blisters on the balls of my feet, but I finished. I'm by no means setting any speed records (3:29 in the half), but I'm out there and I'm doing it. And I actually talk CS in to doing the Rock n Roll in San Antonio this November. Yeah, that's right, the whole 26.2 of it. So I've finally seized the initiative back from him. Right?

So this afternoon's an off day. Ran 8 miles with the running group yesterday , so I'm enjoying the off-day. I'm sitting down to watch the USA/Argentina soccer match, and CS calls to let me know about this little blog project. Tells me that, in order to mark our progress and encourage each other, we're going to catalog our training and what we've eaten each day. Tells me this as I'm sitting in my chair, beer in one hand, bowl of chips in the other, waiting to enjoy the game. I really hate that guy.

So I'm going to try and enjoy the rest of the game and my day. No training/food info today, CS will just have to deal. I'll be back tomorrow, with far fewer words and more real info. Ya basta.