10-15-2011

Twelve miles along the towpath means we can eat as much of whatever we want. Speaking of eating, in a missing London moment, we got the American attempt at fish and chips and bangers and mash. I wouldn't say it's on par, but this is a lot cheaper than plane tickets.

10-14-2011

All we do is run. That's it. We run so much that all the restaurants are closed by the time we're done running after work every night. This is we-get-a-night-off dinner.

10-13-2011

Sometimes my computer at work makes more interesting "digital art" by accident than I do on purpose.

10-12-2011

Repainting looted goods like cars in a chop shop.

10-11-2011

Hey look, that tiny little bald guy on the TV is the owner of the restaurant I was having lunch at. Weird right? Even weirder, there's a commercial for that same show on my TV right now as I'm typing this post. Stop stalking me, Michael Symon.

10-10-2011

The books are now open. I've got 4:1 odds on Mushroom.

10-9-2011

I spent my day painting things and trying not to fall off of ladders.

The rest of the time I went shopping with Nicole in a strange and dark abandoned building supply store. The prices are great.

10-8-2011

I have fun with my friends and eat tacos.

10-7-2011

So Nicole's job gave her free tickets to our local hockey team's opening night. I don't really know anything about hockey, but I have a standing policy of going anywhere and doing pretty much anything. Especially if it's free. Even more so if it's on dollar dog night. I'll really go anywhere and do anything if it's combined with $1 hot dogs. I don't think it's really necessary to know about how they actually play hockey anyway, because I'm pretty sure 90% of the people are just there to see the players get mad and beat each other up. I wonder if the players feel like they're animals at the zoo when people bang on the glass when they get excited. In any case, this game definitely did not disappoint when it came to brawling on ice. The End.

10-6-2011

I probably have no business posting this on my stupid blog in the first place, and I tend to think it's gauche to talk about money anyway, but it's not often that things like this happen with someone else's signature on the front so I'm documenting it for its rarity.

10-5-2011

According to credible sources, pimpin' ain't easy. Neither is speedwork. Does that mean speedwork is the same as pimpin'?

10-4-2011

Scouting spots for speed workouts. This is going to hurt.

10-3-2011

I've been doing this post-a-picture-every-day blog for so long I don't even know what to do or what direction to go in.

10-2-2011

I posted on 8-25-11 about eating the ridiculously decadent and delicious combination of fried chicken and waffles. Well, with all the ridiculous amounts of running we've been doing, I feel like I have a pass to eat as much decadent and delicious food as I want. As much as I want = all you can eat chicken and waffle brunch buffet. Not just one buffet line, but two buffet lines full of gourmet soul food like three cheese macaroni and cheese, collard greens with smoked pork, and cheesy grits. They knew about my high blood sugar, so they were nice enough to seat us directly next to the dessert table so I could see every time they brought a cart full of fresh desserts for me to eat. I need to run another ten miles.

Today is a day off on our schedule though, so we went to the bookstore instead. I don't know why I think it's so funny that this is now a legitimate literary genre. Oh yeah, we got macaroons too since I clearly didn't just eat enough calories for breakfast (lunchanddinner all at once), and I've been missing cookie time since Paris. So yeah, day off from running means cookie time and reading books by the fireplace with Nicole and Sienna.