Children of Fat Runner have both just turned one. While I still consider it patently absurd that I am responsible for not one but TWO lives aside from my own, it seems that Wife of Fat Runner and I have managed to keep them breathing for an entire year...except that time we threw them into a pool, but we can hardly be blamed for that.
Now, if we could just do something about their low arches. I'll be damed if I am paying for baby-sized motion control shoes.
It's been quite some time since I last imparted my nuggets of wisdom upon the populace. I do apologize for that. I would go with the standard excuses of children, work, spouse, etc...but in reality I am just lazy. I am currently posting this from Richmond, VA as I am on vacation. Having missed several training runs over the past week or so (including an 18 miler), I am feeling woefully unprepared for Chicago.
I have taken to telling people that I will be competing in one of the World Marathon Majors in October. This sounds a lot better than "I will be dragging my fat ass across the finish line in 5 + hours while the winner is already on his flight back to Kenya."
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