Six out of eight, and thats about a fourth of twenty-six
With the USMC Marathon day fast approaching, and Old Man Winter’s exit from DC now apparently a firm thing, I knew I’d need to step up the training to run 26-something miles.
Here’s the thing. Before today, I’ve probably never run more than three miles in my life. I’m horrible at running. I run a block and get stitches. The cold-water-in-the-face moment for me was when I was at the gym doing the treadmill and I look over at the guy next to me, who’s probably packing thirty pounds extra, mabye twenty years older than me, and he’s running at a pace much higher than I am, and for far longer than I ever did.
So I knew I’d need to get some serious mileage under my heels if I was going to have any hope to finish the marathon. This morning I joined up with my roomate and a few of his running buddies to do a morning run. We all arrived at the meeting point and Dan, my roomate told me that we’d be doing a 8 mile run, “in about a hour”. I was horrified. I’d been barely working up to a 6.5mph pace and I’d be able to keep it for about half-a-hour, max. Which might not be much, but it was a huge improvement over the last month. And now we’re talking about a eight-mile-hour pace for a hour? That was pratically sprinting for me…
I wanted to fake an ankle-sprain right there or something. Dan gives me a smack on the back and says “oh you’ll be fine!”
So we set out on the run. I went a lot further, a lot faster than I ever thought I’d do. I was able to stay with the group for six miles before my legs started to threaten to quit on me. I told the group to go ahead and I’d walk the rest of the way home. Dan said to me before parting, “Hey, that aint bad.. thats about a one-fourth of the marathon you just did.”
Lord have mercy on me.
STOP THE MADNESS!!
okay guys. can we all collectively take a breather and stop shooting each other? stop blowing each other up too? just like.. chill!
So what’s my problem with Ricky?
I’m often asked over the years what my problem is with Ricky. Why the bad blood? Why did I register all the domains he had posted in an online poll as a future website? Why the sniping back and forth? The main reason is because Ricky, at the very core of his being - does NOT care about anyone. He does not temper his actions with with respect and dignity for others - only how they will serve his purposes. I will let his words speak for himself.
In addition, any of the advertisers that continue to support ricky’s blog after this will not get my business nor will I recommend them to anyone. I hope the rest of you will send the same signal.
“When I heard of Virginia Tech Massacre, I was bit amused. You see, I’m a fan of Virginia Cavaliers — there is no love lost between Virginia Cavaliers and Virginia Tech Hokies. The rivalry between these two are quite difficult to explain.
Then I was baffled to learn that the shootings took place in West Ambler Johnston Hall and Norris Hall. I had to dig up the old letters that I had with my ex.
True biz, my ex, Todd, used to live in West Ambler Johnston Hall and studied engineering in Norris Hall. We split on very bad note.
Here is the brief story, I asked my sister to inform him that I was killed in an automobile accident. Later, they sent the sympathy card to my parents, much to my horrors. But they never figured out why they sent the card in the first place.
Why did I do that? Because I can’t stand Todd’s parents. Long story.
Today, Todd still resided somewhere in Roanoke. A place I rather to avoid for the rest of my lifetime. I was young, so was he. We were in the closet. Except that I’m out right now, and he is not. I pity him, though.
However, it was surreal to learn that the massacre took place in these buildings where Todd used to frequent. Ack.
It was such a tragedy for Virginia Tech.
But I bleed buff and blue as well as orange and blue. So I really can’t have a soft spot for Hokies. My laws does not permit me to.
On other hand, I’m concerned about what happened at Virginia Tech, the Department of Public Safety at Gallaudet would overreact on little things at Gallaudet.
I remember reading one book where I liked the quote, “Where we go, none return.� I decided to copy the quote and post it on my door for the world to read.
Suddenly, all hell broke loose. Resident Advisors and Peer Advisors (this was in 1992, mind you!) came to see me to make sure that I was not suicidal. Never mind the fact that I’m against suicide, they were certain that I was suicidal even when I showed them the quote from a book. They insisted that I seek counseling which was absurd. So off to the mental health clinic I went — and it was silly.
Gallaudet has a tendency of overreacting to little things rather than to be proactive. Let’s hope for the best, shall we?
Cheers,
R-”
The Vag
Frank snapped this pic of me attempting the brutal crossover from a pocket to a little crimp hold on The Vagina (V8) at Rocktown.
I later remarked to Leo about how i found it amusing that a gay man would be working over a vagina so hard. Uhmm, nevermind. Not that funny.
HP40 Debriefing
The weather was close to perfect. Sunny and clear, although a bit colder than I’d have liked, but compared to the last time out there when it was cold, rainy and soggy… this one definitely was a lot better.
Joe was on fire all weekend, demolishing projects left and right. I could only climb like crap, and take lots of crap pictures. As a result, the photo gallery of the weekend only has ten pictures. I had a great time anyway.
DC Cowboys
The DC Cowboys had performances over the weekend and they asked me to come along and shoot pictures of their day.
I had a fantastic time and loved how the pictures came out. Take a look here!
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I’m so glad my last winter in DC is over.
Hangover
Haven’t had a visit from an old accquaintance, Mr. Hangover in a good while - but this morning, he’s definitely sticking around, and eating the food out of my fridge.
Last night was fun though! Happy Birthday Jemmy!