It's ok everyone, I'm okay. I'm back, the party can start! Brace yourselves... but not really, well, really I am back, but you don't need to brace anything or worry about a party.
Do you guys remember the time that the lowerest seed in the NFC ever to make it to the CrapperBowl defeated the most powerful team to ever play the game?!?
Or how bout the time that A guy on the Jazz set/tied a record for the most 3 pointers in a quarter (this has happened three times, but one was VERY recent (today)). P.S. it was Kyle Korver, man someone should have called that he was going to be the best addition since Hornecek right from the get go before Korver even put on the Jazz uniform... OH WAIT, I DID!!!! (p.s. Kristen thinks that I have a man-crush on Korver, mainly because I do... but it started before he ever took a shot for the Jazz... and that makes it better for some reason... ... k... soooo.... anywho.... remember when that OTHER Manning won the MVP in the CrapperBowl?!?)
Now, on to the training... yeah, I separated "on" and "to" WHAT! Last week was a shorter run at 5 miles, but I did want to touch on the primary battle of last week that I discovered that I have with my self. This battle is my brain and my legs fighting over whether I should run faster, so as to not run as long... or slower, so as not to destroy my legs. My brain usually wins this one, and my legs then remind me that I have splints... in my SHINS!
Surprisingly, this weekends run did not quite have the same conflict once I began running. The major conflict was WHEN to run. You see, I have one of those pesky "job" things, so the Saturday morning run was out of the question, and I have one of those even more pesky "calling" things, so Sunday morning was out too... Fortunately, Saturday afternoon was supposed to be pretty nice out... even more fortunately, My EQP (that's Mormon for EQP) called me and said that the Sunday morning meeting was cancelled, so then we could put off the run til then, but MOST fortunately..est, I think a snowflake fell out of the sky at about 6:04 in the morning, so clearly running at 8:00 was out of the question (too dangerous). It was beginning to look bleak, like I might actually miss a long run after a very weak week (sounds funny) of training. (I only ran 2ce instead of 3 times). But this is where a partner comes in handy, and in annoyingly, she had this "great" idea that we could run at the Olympic Oval after the CrapperBowl (you know, the one where the lowerest seed in the NFC ever to make it to the CrapperBowl defeated the most powerful team to ever play the game?!?)... so that became the plan, after a few soda's, a delicious serving of Pizza and Cheese filled bread from The Pie, 2 packs of Gushers and a Poptart, I was ready to run 9 miles at 9 o'clock on a Sunday night.
So there I was, heading out to the Olympic Oval, and on the way there I began to think, I thought the Olympics were in Salt Lake City... I was beginning to realize I was very wrong when I hit Bangerter, and still had a long ways to go yet. Then the vibrate from the phone caught my attention, and when I looked down, Kristen's adorable little face was lookin right back up at me. I thought, oh, how sweet, she's called to wish me luck again on my journey. So I answer with a smile on my face, when she delicately tells me I'm an idiot by saying... "you forgot your shoes." It didn't take the upbringing of a feminist to realize that the woman was right in this situation as I look down at the pitiful old skater shoes on my feet. "Luckily" I had a pair of basketball shoes in the car (at least 4 different voices in my head at this time remind me that basketball shoes and my running in them = my Shin Splinties to begin with) Then 2 voices remind me out loud. But I was all like, PSH... I'm a Man. And busted out those 9 miles like it was COOL! (It wasn't cool).
I gotta say, the Olympic Oval was a very nice facility, but I also dressed thinking, shoot, I'm a runnin indoors. I can finally not wear tights for my run, along with my awesome 6 year old basketball shoes, all the while thinking, didn't Apollo Anton O...something win a medal here for something, oh well, I'm sure it will come to me. It did, in the form of a Giant freaking Ice Rink. I was like... "oh" and was cold. But then I reminded my self that I'm a MAN, despite constant protest of that fact from my oh so encourging partner ( I wont name names, for now we will call her A Wolfe (hehe), no that's too obvious, so we'll stick with #@$@#$). In all reality, the run felt quite good (I can't walk today, but I'm still a MAN), I never really struggled to keep going, I even did a "cool" little kick thing to a kids soccer ball when it came bouncing out of their little indoor field. (it was impressive I promise, until the 9 year old slapped me and told me never to touch his soccer ball again).
So there you have it folk (no "s" on purpose). That is the update of the last couple of weeks. Man, somebody really should have called that Korver was going to be the difference on the Jazz, like, within hours of finding out we got him... if only that happened... that would have been cool, and that guy would have been a genius... and maybe later been inspired to run a marathon out of nowhere, and start a blog or something... yeah, he'd be cool. Now, for another poetic JEM to cap off this long update.
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Yeah, so okay, I may have a Man-Crush on Korver cuz I totally called his success right from the get go but I think it's pretty freakin justified since he 3 balls like it's cool (it is cool) and I'll give $5 dollars to anyone who can guess what correlation the way I spelled gem wrong above might have to me or my blogs or my passion for Korver and long poems that don't actually rhyme but just keep going on and on until people are all like " what the crap kind of poem is this, I mean honestly, first you throw out all this junk about Iambic Pantamowhatever, and then you drop this after your little lovenest story of some White Basketball player dude...
Violets are... Blue....
The End
