Weekend Update
I can't believe it has taken me this long to come up with a different title for these weekend post. This is how tired I am. Friday I had the best time Friday night. When I was on the way home from work I had no plans to do anything except to stay home and veg out in front of the TV. But instead Lonnie called and demanded that I come down to the Plaza Art Fair. So by 6:30 I had made plans to hit the Plaza Art fair with some old friends. I get a text from one of my old pals Abby (as in Lockheart from ER.*) telling me that she wanted to go to the Plaza Art Fair. I told her to come by the house and we can walk down together. She gets to my house and starts complaining that we have to walk a WHOLE half a mile. She wanted to call a cab I said that there was no way are we were going to wait an hour for a cab when we could be there in 20-25 minutes. So we walked and she complained. I even offered to carry her but I told her I was going to carry her like a Captain Caveman which would be over my shoulder. Then she stopped bitchin'. She actually didn't complain the WHOLE time just about 90% of it. Then she saw how far people had to park and walk. She was glad she walked. When we got close to the Art Fair I get a call from Lonnie saying that it was super packed and that they were back at her apartment building on the roof having some beers (she's pregnant so she wasn't drinking. Her husband Burt was.) So instead of even going to the art fair we just went to Burt and Lonnie's and drank some of their beer. After a few minutes my buddy Scooter and his wife show up and then Harley Dude* calls and comes up to meet us. Then it starts to rain so we vacate the roof and go hang out at the front of the building and congregate under the awning. After about 4-5 beers and the rain still coming down I yell at a couple of people that were running down the street. I yelled stuff like "Hey buddy it's raining, you should get out of the rain!" Or, "Hey! Run faster it raining!" Funny stuff right there but somehow I feel like it's not coming across here, guess you had to be there, because I was sure laughing! After it stopped raining we walked up to J.J. on 48th street right across from the big ass hole in the ground. As the five of us were there I notice this short fellow looks EXACTALY like Patton Oswald. What do you think? It's my first celebrity sighting in K.C. After Scooter, his wife, and Harley Dude call it a night Abby and I had a grand old time talking about the most random stuff. Like the fact that I used to have the belly of Chris Farley, but now after careful consideration and debate with Abby, we realized that I now have the belly of Britney Spears. I'm not quite sure if that's a good thing or not. It was also a great time catching up with Abby because I had not seen her for quite some time, like months I think, or maybe even a year or so. Those kind of evenings where you're in a semi quiet place where you can just sit at the bar or a table and have some good drinks and good conversations with some old friends are always the best times. Wouldn't you agree? We finally called it a night and I went home. Saturday, I pretty much just sleep in until about 8:30 then moved to the couch where I was in and out of coma until Sunday morning. Sunday morning I went for my first long distance run, which I am WAY behind in doing. And it totally kicked my ass! I went from my house down Stateline Road to Shawnee Mission Parkway and then up the hill on Ward Parkway then south on Ward Parkway to 83rd street. I should have stopped at 75th street because that's where the sidewalk ends. Why does the sidewalk end? I have no idea but I have a good idea that it's because of those dumb asses in KCMO city hall. Why would someone just end a sidewalk? It's just stupid. And the really fucked up part is that there are stretches of sidewalk past 75th street but they will go from one yard (residence) and continue for two or three more yards (residences) and then just stop. It's a really messed up design. I wanted to make it to my office which is 6.5 miles from home, but the whole time I was running in the median south of 75th street I kept thinking that I would step in a hole and have my leg smashed all to hell or stepping on a rock or a dirt clog and bust one of my ankles. Then what would I have done? Crawled to the curb and HOPE someone sees me, as I wave my hands frantically? I would probably still be there writhing in pain. So any way that's why I so tired. That run up the hills on Stateline (and the one at the beginning of Ward Parkway) just killed me. But I was still able to keep my 10 min mile average pace. How I just have to start building the endurance and I'll be set for the half marathon (which is only 26 days away). But 75th street is 4 miles from my house so round trip is 8 miles; I think I'll run that on Monday or Tuesday night if it's not too dark after work. That was my weekend how was yours? *All of my friends names are changed, because that is the way I want it.
First off I am so physically tired that I can't even explain it to you. So don't start complaining about the grammar and spelling errors because I probably won't even proof read this one, nor fix them.
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