Thanksgiving Rush

Did anyone else catch NPH on CBS during Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade? Did anyone else think he was completely inadequate at being an 'on the scene' reporter?

I caught him briefly on the tube while on a special Boopy Family Thanksgiving trip to Ohio; an 8 hour drive, overnight stay, Thanksgiving dinner (including a 'traditional' green bean casserole!), then 8 hours back to New York City. Thinking about it, we spent the same amount of time on the road as we did in Ohio, including sleeping.

It was worth it though, I learned a lot (going on the trip, not watching the parade). Such as, in New Jersey, you can't pump your own gas at any one of the hundreds of "full-service-only gas stations" and gas attendants don't work on Thanksgiving. Luckily, we found an open gas station before it was too late and didn't need to find out if New Jersey's highway patrol worked on Thanksgiving.

Delivered!

With your support, I was able to deliver $528.99 in 32:09! Thank you!

For those not good with the numbers, it's an average of 8:02 per mile; or an average speed of 7.48 mph.

To put that into perspective, a Mongolian wild ass can run as fast as 40 mph while a snail moves at a mere 0.03 mph. So I'm somewhere inbetween an ass and a piece of snot.

Can you see the resemblance?

That's me at 3.75 miles. And if it looks like I'm suffering, it's because I am.

I was pleasantly surprised at how well I did. I even managed to pick up speed and sprint the last 50 feet or so - which was pretty hard considering the amount of people running the race (6000+). When I was sprinting toward the end, I had to tap this one guy on the shoulder because he was in my way; I bet I could have cut down the 9 seconds if I just ran him over. But I digress.

In anycase, I attribute my performance to the great running weather. And of course a great pacer (thanks!). And my boopy for his support!

And you, my supporters! Thanks again! (yes, and you too!)

Sunday Deliverance

How did I get myself into running Race to Deliver, God's Love We Deliver 4-mile charity race, this Sunday?

Oh right, peer pressure.

Any way, won't you support my efforts? All you need to do is point your credit cards to my personal donation page. Special THANKS to those who already have! With your help, I was able to spread many rumors on how it was possible for me to amass the dollar amount of donations I received in such a short period of time. (Hint: I'd do anything for charity. Anything.)

I was also thinking I might be able to elicit more donations if I promised to run in my Halloween costume if I made $1,000 in donations, but it might cause a flurry of donations so enormous as to shut down their entire website... and we don't want that, now do we? No, but you can still donate.

And if you can't afford to donate, help me out by spreading the word - especially to your rich, philanthropic friends/boss/booty call! Knowing you made a difference will give you those warm, fuzzy feelings inside; like beer!

So cheers!

I Was A Pussy Cat Doll

After more than a year hiatus from cardio kickboxing, I decided to take one at the gym yesterday. Remembering how strenuous it was, I was concerned I wouldn't be able to keep up; though I convinced myself that if I could run 4 miles, I could handle the class. And I did! Read more [+/-]

Well, sort of. In between the jump roping, push ups, jabs, bobs, kicks, crosses, knees, and switches, my lungs were aching for air and halfway through the 45 min class I had to pretend I needed water so I could take a break. (At that point, I probably did need water.) After, I conceded to performing 'easier' versions of the moves, and I finished the class without passing out; and in the end, isn't that the most important part?

If that wasn't enough, I decided to go all out and take the class after: Cardio Video Dance. "What's that?", you ask? Oh, just your average 'low-intensity' choreographed dance moves set to popular music - in other words, pretending you're in a dance video. I was convinced that if the guy in last weeks' class can do it in (2 inch silver pumps, I can do it in sneakers. Hence my hour long experience as a Pussy Cat Doll.

I reminisced back to my high school days when I was a 'dancer', but 'low-intensity' my ass (which is now hurting along with my back, front, legs, hips, shoulders, thighs, and everywhere in between) these people were fierce, fast, and unapologetic. Luckily, I was able to keep up (without making myself look too much like a fool), albeit most of the moves were more 'exotic dancer' than 'video dance'; which is probably why I'll do it again next week.

Loosen up my buttons baby!

Random Voting Day Thoughts

Have you ever worked with someone that is so incompetent, you want to punch yourself in the face? And not just your playful knock on the jaw, but a full-fledged bashing where you put your head on a flat surface and mole-knock yourself upside your own head. (How appropriate for me to think this on election day, no?)

I know this is far from an original, personal experience, but for my ability to handle this one person without causing bodily harm to anyone (including myself), I think I deserve a gold star. Or maybe a cookie.

And some other unrelated thoughts...

This morning, on my way to work, I saw a fairly slim (not skinny) Asian guy drinking a Myoplex shake and I thought to myself, "I wonder if that works. It doesn't seem to be working for him. Unless he started it last week. It's so hard for Asian people to be big and muscley. I guess every little bit helps. Maybe he was skinnier before. Maybe he has an eating disorder and his doctor told him to drink it. I wonder if it'll work for me. Nah; who wants to drink chalk every morning."

Happy Voting Day people!

Yatta!

I know what you've all been thinking... what in the world did I dress up as for Halloween, right? Read more [+/-]

Did you guess correctly?

Update: Another cool pic of me!