Ghost Writer

Amazing how much slack I've gotten for this blog. There's a direct relationship between running and the amount of posts on this blog. If you saw more posts that's when you should give me crap - that's when I wouldn't be running. But this lack of posts is a good thing since I can't manage a minute between work, runs, and that 50 minutes of free time I have to see "Man vs. Wild."

However, I'm flattered by an amigo who inquired as to if he could be my ghost writer. Here's his first attempt at a post for me:

"I haven't run since, uh, the last time George W. Bush had a thought more complicated than 'I need to take a dump, pronto." I considered running on Saturday, but then I saw this cloud on the horizon, and I thought it might rain. Past experience has taught me that I'll melt if I get wet, so this was obviously a chance I couldn't take. Instead, I spent the entirety of my day alphabetizing the contents of my pantry while singing along to my newly purchased Abba box set. Sadly, I don't have an iPod record of my heart rate to prove to you that it spiked when I was blasting 'Dancing Queen.' I'm hoping to run at least once on Thursday or Friday, but I'm deeply concerned that I won't be able to train this weekend, as the annual My Little Pony Convention is coming to town."

Just for the record, I'm not a fan of My Little Pony - so I'd never go to a convention of theirs! I think there's some promise to his post, and this is another time saving opportunity (I recently stopped doing laundry - but still have clean clothes. How you ask? Wash & Fold service at the laundry mat. I save 2 hours of my life, which I think is worht $25). We'll have to begin fee negotiations now...

Six consecutive days of running. I feel pretty good too! Last night was a 4.5 miler after I dropped my car off for service. It was down along the Charles river, which has some great views of downtown Boston from the Harvard side. Tonight is an 8 miler which should be fun. One of the hardest things is finding new and exciting routes around Boston. Plus, trying to stay off the concrete sidewalks.