Posters

No, G, this is a killer poster:

Ch...Ch....Ch....Ch.......

Dear Gawd, Friends!

Has anyone been attacked by CHIGGERS?

Oh, the humanity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gettin Time To Rock Yo Muddy Shit, Yo

dismiss-AL

Wherein Al explains why he deleted Fred's brilliant post.

Fred's genius is, indeed, unparalleled in the blog universe. This much is clear. His latest (and perhaps greatest) achievement was the insertion of a "Fuck This Shit" button in our blog. Forget that this button appeared all over the net and blogdom latterly. What made it brilliant was Fred's deft placement in our stream of content and his witty commentary ("Al's Anthem") that accompanied the button. Unfortunately, the button opened Pandora's box and F'ed our nice little blog up. (Something in the code, I assume.) At any rate, after consulting with the boys on this, I deleted the post. However, I refuse to leave a vacuum (though I know you will all feel the absence, the emptiness anyway). In its place, I've tried to bring you something that might be a suitable replacement.





A Dick Joke:

A professor gives his physiology class a spot quiz. One question he asks is, "What part of the human anatomy expands to ten times its normal size during periods of intense emotion and excitement?" He picks a rather overdressed girl in the front row to answer it. "Miss Callahan!" The indicated girl, who heard the question, stammers with some embarrassment: "Professor, I'd rather not answer that question." The professor says, "That's all right, Miss Callahan, you don't need to answer it. Is there anyone present who can answer it?" He notes an interested face in the back of the classroom. "Mr. Hawkins!" Hawkins says, "Yes, Professor, it is the pupil of the eye that expands to ten times its normal size during periods of emotion and excitement." The professor says, "That is correct, Mr. Hawkins." Then he turns to Miss Callahan. He says, "Young lady, two things are obvious from your reaction to this question. One, you haven't studied this week's assignment; and Two, I'm afraid marriage is going to be a tremendous disappointment to you."

perpetu-FUCKING-AL

In which Al yells, "FUCK!"


Ok, enough of this shit. I am injured again.

It started with a minor calf muscle strain in my left leg about 10 days ago. This happened during a run of the mill 5 miler at a very comfy pace. It seems odd to me that it would happen during a non-challenging, recovery sort of workout, but maybe it was a while in the making. I felt a pull low down in the calf (thought it was the achilles first). I tried to coninue to run a bit more to see if it was a spasm that would sort itself. But it got worse. I stopped and hobbled home.



But I was thinking, then, that it was minor. No real swelling or discoloration, and only a modicum of pain. With some R.I.C.E., I was expecting to be good as new in 2 weeks. And that would not have put a crimp in my triathlon on 9/16 nor in my plans to start off the cross season guns ablazin' shortly thereafter. But then shit happened...

I was dealing with a "this fucking car!" moment on Wednesday of last week. The piece of shit car I commute in decided to quit on me, mid commute, so I had to push the pig off the road.



I stepped out of the fucker and was not even thinking about my leg. It had been feeling great. I was spinning with no resistance and swimming all week and it seemed to be responding. I started to push (not even thinking what I was doing). BANG! A lightening bolt shot up my leg and I hit the pavement with a loud, "FUCK!"

Here I am, 6 days later. I'm rehabbing but the leg is definitely going to be a much slower mend now. My end of season Tri is out. The 1/2 marathon for the end of September is fucked, and I don't know when I'll start cross work. FUCK!

I guess I must expect, as I close in on 40, that injury prevention must be much more a part of my routine. And I could use advice on this. (And fuck you Fred. I'm not coming to yoga with you.) I'm thinking that the calf area will need attention. More focus when I lift on calves. Much more attention to stretching before and after. I'm even thinking of getting one of those massage sticks. (No, Heywood, not like the one you jam in your ass to massage your kidneys.) Maybe this will help. I'm all ears endurance Gurus...

Gay Bars?

Moveitfred's wife just picked up about two dozen Luna Bars at the grocery store.

They were on sale.

Moveitfred loves Luna Bars.

They are his favorite.

Does that mean he's, uh, y'know?