I have also discovered that I should live in NJ (false), visit mid century New York (sure), and drink Guinness (though it didn't mention in excess, I guess that is left up to my interpretation). Moral of the story, I need to get back in shape. Why, might you ask? Because, if I don't get back into shape, I am just sad fat dude who sits around taking facebook quiz's. If I'm in shape, then whatever, at least I'm in shape, right?
I was going to talk a bit about some of my thoughts on the death of Michael Jackson, but I realized I didn't have anything nice to say. So, onto my running for the last few weeks. I haven't been doing much, I'll be honest. I have run for the last half a week pretty consistently, but I was right in my last post when I said I would be supper busy and most likely miss a step in my training. Anyways, I had a ton of work, got a new job, got to hang out with Becky for the first time in too long and drove to St. Louis from Antioch, Il (which is as boring as you would guess). Anyways, I'm back in the game again, and feeling alright most days. Also, I was in a hotel with a scale the other day, and it seems Big Mo's days might be numbered, I've lost almost 30 pounds in the last 6 months, so thats good. The bad thing is, that I was so big to begin with, I still have a ways to go. So don't worry Ben, you can still make fun of me for a while.
Side note about Ben Stern, I heard you were going to jump in the Philly marathon and kick my ass? Several things wrong with this chain of events:
1st) Didn't I tell you to do that? I thought I was the one encouraging you to do that exact thing.
2nd) Don't think you're being sneaky, I saw you wearing you Nadal headband last time I was in town, I knew it was game time for something or another.
3rd) I would hope you could beat me, my nickname is Big Mo.
4th) If you don't beat me, that would actually be more embarrassing for you, then it will be for me if you do beat me. So I have nothing to lose.
Even with those points, here are my reasons, also in list form, for why you wont beat me.
1st) I might not run the race.
2nd) If I do run the race, I might enter under a false name, then you can never prove you beat me, and with no proof, it didn't happen.
3rd) Before the race, I will either poison you, change your alarm so you miss the start, lock you in and or to a closet/room/car trunk/subway car/homeless person's box/telephone booth/Rocky/your brother/one of the girls you train with/Tushar's blog/Jacob/undersea cave/Hogwarts/my back/a copy of Sohachi Yamaoka's Tokugawa Ieyasu/an anvil/Ron Jeremy or something along those lines.
4th) You will forget and not enter the race.
I feel I've proved my point.