Running. And only God knows why.

Here we go again.

“Come on Dave. Sign up.”

It’s a Step Challenge at work.  Voluntary contributions, not tied to step count, benefit a Children’s hearing and seeing charity. The Challenge is two work weeks long, ending yesterday.

Normal humans enroll, walk with colleagues, kid each other on their position in the rankings, go home, kick back and go at it again. All good fun!

Well, there just ain’t anything normal here. Fun? Participation? Bah!

You’ve seen the carrot tied to a stick leading a stubborn mule…the mule plods forward, eyes locked on the prize…dragging one hoof in front of another, puffs of dust misting behind the sorry beast.

While the myth certainly is compelling, haunting even, studies have proven that while the animal is coaxed to move, it won’t move with elongated locomotion.

Well, once again, I’m here to prove that these scientific studies are garbage. (Think Butter was bad. Think Salt was bad.) Some mules will mindlessly chase a carrot, or less.  The prize? None, but for the potential of seeing one’s name on top of a steps leader board.

It’s Friday morning. I’m at least 10,000 to 20,000 steps behind, with 10 hours to go. [Read more…]

Repeat after me: “Plimpplampplettere”

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skip stones

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If all else fails. Resort to shame.

puppy, dog, cute,photography

July 1, 2013. First day of 2nd half of the year.

Add 200 pounds to that little puppy up there and that would be me. Head bowed in shame.  Or perhaps he’s trying to find his belly button.  In which case, I’m in huge trouble.

I hit a new low. Or a new high depending on your perspective. 30 pounds over collegiate playing weight.

Suit pants are now snug. Feeling “things” growing over my belt loop.   This discomfort plus increasing levels of humidity = a radiator that’s steamin’ and going to blow.

More in. Than out.  More in. Than out.  More in.  Than Out. [Read more…]

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