My daughter had to run in a 1/2marthon yesterday (for college credit) and I went along to watch. My son came home friday nite for a summer job interview and said he was going to go too and run in the 5k. There were over a thousand runners and I laughed at some of the old people there in their speedo's. My children proceded to tell me that those old people would kick my ass and theirs. I told them loud enough for others to hear that I go out west hunting at high attiude and NOBODY especially old people would kick my ass. hump. My wife and kids said I could walk it and the entry fee goes to a good cause. I let that stew for a while.
I also thought about being 51,drinking that half bottle of whiskey cutting french frys for the volunteer fireman the nite before,only having a sheetz coffee with extra cream and splenda for breakfast, gaining 20 lbs since I came back from Wyoming and the biggie. Last time I ran more that 220 yards was in 1970 when I was on the high school football team.
About 15 min before the race started I looked at the skinny old couple next to us and pulled a pawclaws in my mind. I'll kick their :BLEEP: ass!!! I asked my daughter,where do go you sign up?
Well I guess I'll give you a quick run down.
GOT MY :BLEEP: ASS KICKED!!!!!
I hate old people. don
I also thought about being 51,drinking that half bottle of whiskey cutting french frys for the volunteer fireman the nite before,only having a sheetz coffee with extra cream and splenda for breakfast, gaining 20 lbs since I came back from Wyoming and the biggie. Last time I ran more that 220 yards was in 1970 when I was on the high school football team.
About 15 min before the race started I looked at the skinny old couple next to us and pulled a pawclaws in my mind. I'll kick their :BLEEP: ass!!! I asked my daughter,where do go you sign up?
Well I guess I'll give you a quick run down.
GOT MY :BLEEP: ASS KICKED!!!!!
I hate old people. don