I realize I am late for this week, and nonexistent for a few weeks now.  I apologize things have been hectic of late so I haven't had a chance to post anything of merit.  I have several posts on the go though, so as soon as I get some time I'll pop a bunch of stuff up for the world to see.  I'm sure you had better things to do than read my useless blog anyway.

For most people the idea of running 10.5km is scary, and I’ll admit these days it is far scarier than it used to be for me. There was a time where someone could come to me and say “hey we need a runner for our relay, you’d have to run 10km” and I would say “sure, where do I have to be”. Now, after ignoring all things athletic for some time, I am far more reluctant to enter into that sort of event with enthusiasm and self confidence. Regardless after little thought I agreed that running 10km would be a good idea and as some of you recall I began training for this event some time ago. Before we get to the outcome of said race I’d like to let you in on my final two weekends of training. Not because they show how dedicated to training I was, but because they show how much of an idiot I truly am.

I was on the road for a total of seventeen hours this weekend, alone, on my way to a wedding. I think it’s plain to see that giving my twisted skull seventeen hours to spin its wheels is an incredibly bad idea. But, before we get to what I came up with I’d like to ask something of my readers – and to the hundred visitors that now visit here daily I am flattered by your patronage. I have yet to do this to this point, and those that know me in real life would agree it is not often that I am struck to support a cause. It’s not that I don’t care, but I am always skeptical that the effort and funds are actually getting used properly. In this case I know for a fact that people that truly need help are getting it.