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update

Thu, 26 Jan 2006 19:07:12 GMT

I heart boobs

It's Gon RAIN

Fri, 17 Sep 2004 01:42:44 GMT

So foggy today, you could cut it. So I did, with my fog-knife. The fog has a very relaxing effect; it's as if a giant psychopathic fire-breathing murderous woodchuck could be right in front of me, but I'll be none the wiser. A big blanket of ignorance, I think is the best way to describe it. Doesn't it make you want to go out for a walk when I'm driving the streets in the fog? Fog fog fog, fog fog, fog fog fog fog fog fog fog. FOG FOG!

3, maaaaaaaaybe 4 today. Slow, but I had my music so it went by quickly. Felt approximately 1 million times better than yesterday.

Johnny Law's got nothing on me!

"Where are you?" - In the high, whiny Blink 182 voice - Probably the most quoted line from the summer

Thu, 16 Sep 2004 02:13:34 GMT

Goddamn, what a summer.

I'm going to try to start something new. We'll see if it catches.

About 2 and a half today. S-l-o-w. Good god, if this isn't bottom, I am screwed.

Soon to discover if I have the sack to ante up again.

"Gentle sir, I just want to punch my friendship into your face." - Marland, playing Spider-Man 2

Miles Apart

Sun, 20 Jun 2004 06:39:26 GMT

Oooh man, I am good at updating this thing. Perhaps my strongest asset is my ability to keep a day-to-day journal and update often. Or, you know, not really. So much since last time, so little desire to remember it all...case closed. Lots of beach, frisbee, playstation, dew, and 5 dollars worth of gas in the jeep at a time. And what more need I to be happy? Not much. Ahh, the truly simple life.

So nice at around 2:30 a.m. I'm talking 70 degrees with a slight breeze. Went on a two miler, turned into a 7 miler. Probably 7 pace. Those are the best, when you forget you are running and don't want to stop. Sweet Jesus, I'm in love. Doctor doctor, give me the news...and so on and so forth. Now if I could just have a run without millions of foot cuts. Truly, heaven that would be.

Gots to get back on track.

A "Sous, I'm going to the store...want anything?"
M "Big bed!"
A "Uh, I'm pretty sure they don't have that."
M "Big bed!"
A "No, really, is there anything you want?"
M "Big bed!"
A "Look! I get it! Big bed! Now what do you want?"
M "Cookies.....and big bed!"
A "(Sigh) You are pretty bad."

Let It Burn

Wed, 19 May 2004 07:53:42 GMT

Beach...soon. Car...now! Oh yes, I am back in the land of the mobile. ANd how I have missed you, you gas-guzzling beast. The last time I filled up, I paid $1.77 a gallon. Yes, you read that right...less than two weeks ago, gas was under two dollars a gallon. Hard to believe. Take that, H2 and Escalade drivers. Which reminds me, Kenney and I discovered that the VH1 show "The Fabulous Life" is always the same. The only thing that changes is the celebrity. "When (Jennifer/Brad/Britney/Shaq/Jay-Z/J-Lo/Simon) isn't spending serious time on the (set/court/studio), he/she is spending serious green at the hottest (nightclubs/restaurants/shops). That's the whole show. Although it usually suceeds in it's intent...making the viewer feel poor. Dirt poor. All because I can't spend four times as much as I make in a summer on a one-night stay on a private island in the Bahamas. Oh, but nobody else can rock the Jeep like me.

5-6 today, 6:45 pace. The run goes a lot faster when my mind is racing, especially when I am thinking of ways to get back at someone. Eventually I will run during the daylight hours, but really, why, when it is oh so pleasant early in the morning.

You were the same as me! REMEMBER? IT WASN'T THAT LONG AGO!

"She was trying to tell me to convince him that he should get back with her, which puzzles me, considering I can never take anything seriously for more than three seconds, and I did coin the term "Stink Anus." - Marland

Summer Lovin'

Mon, 17 May 2004 07:34:41 GMT

Dan Kenney, how I've missed your muscle-bound cocky antics. Glad to see some things do stay the same. Can't wait for the return of the illustrious Brian Finn, he is the only thing lacking in my summer of glory. A new found glory, you might say. How I do love the warm weather; those of you who complain seem to forget the below zero degree temperatures and caustic winds of winter. Even the late-night runs are completed in brisk 50+ temperatures, which I love. Must run at least 10 5ks this summer, if not I get a Geary AND Duff punch to the nuts. Not sure I'm fully prepared to accept the consequences should my task remain incomplete, but here's hoping it doesn't come to that.

Probably somewhere around 4 and a half today, fast, 6:30. And damn it felt good. Really makes me look forward to XC in the fall. Also, the dog keeps me in shape when we do laps around the yard. You wouldn't think an animal that small could propel himself that quickly; hopefully that is what is said about me.

It's all about the state of mind

"Don't worry...we found Geary. He was in the garage...in a trash can." - Veras

40 Miles to Freedom

Wed, 12 May 2004 11:48:13 GMT

Big article in the paper recently about the 50th anniversary of Roger Bannister's breaking the 4-minute mile barrier. People actually thought that should a person run a mile in under 4 minutes, the person would die the instant he crossed the finish line. It's a good thing that isn't the case, or we would have lost something like 2000 plus runners. Which isn't that many, when you think about it. 2000 people in 50 years. Quite an elite club. Now, if that doesn't light a fire under your ass, what will?

5+ today, in the snail-slow pace of 6:30. With people home now I can run with them, unless they are out of shape. Ain't nobody gonna slow me down, oh no, I got to keep on moooooving.

I am a really big fan of warm weather.

Geary - "Let's play hide-and-go-Grandpa."
Me - "Ok, I'll bite...what are the rules?"
Geary - "First, you find a chick. Then you knock her up. When she has a daughter, Chubbs knocks the daughter up. Then, poof, you're Grandpa"
Me - "That game would take at least 36 years!"
Geary - "20 years?"

Running in circles

Wed, 12 May 2004 03:36:41 GMT

I must say, it is just fantastic being ignant.

5 today, 7 pace. Lots of pain. I guess that's about it.

I forget who, somebody asked me what good, if any, is being done by our imperialistic occupation of Iraq. I get my news from people who are there. Don't tell me you're one of those people who believes everything they see on T.V. But shame on all those people who take what Bush says at face value.

Over 4.5 million people have clean drinking water for the first time ever in Iraq. Over 400,000 kids have up to date immunizations. Over 1500 schools have been renovated and ridded of the weapons that were stored there so education can occur. The port of Uhm Qasar was renovated so grain can be off loaded from ships faster. School attendance is up 80% from levels before the war. The country had it's first 2 billion barrel export of oil in August. The country now receives 2 times the electrical power it did before the war. 100% of the hospitals are open and fully staffed compared to 35% before the war. Elections are taking place in every major city and city councils are in place. Sewer and water lines are installed in every major city. Over 60,000 police are patrolling the streets. Over 100,000 Iraqi civil defense police are securing the country.
Over 80,000 Iraqi soldiers are patrolling the streets side by side with US soldiers. Over 400,000 people have telephones for the first time ever. Students are taught field sanitation and hand washing techniques to prevent the spread of germs. An interim constitution has been signed. Girls are allowed to attend school for the first time ever in Iraq. Text books that don't mention Saddam are in the schools for the first time in 30 years. Don't believe for one second that these people do not want us there. I have met many many people from Iraq that want us there and in a bad way. They say they will never see the freedoms we talk about but they hope their children will. We are doing a good job in Iraq and I challenge anyone, anywhere to dispute me on these facts.
Ray Reynolds, SFC
Iowa Army National Guard
234th Signal Battalion

"Don't even sit down. Just leave." - Sharon High School girl's volleyball coach, after we soundly defeated them in their own gym.

Two Points for Honesty

Fri, 07 May 2004 00:28:52 GMT

Happy Birthday Chubbs. Hopefully you appreciated our surprise visit with not one but TWO cakes. That's right, vanilla and chocolate. Because when it comes to cake, we want the best of both worlds. Our makeshift candles were no doubt the highlight, consisting of Dunkin Donuts straws cut in half, and put in the shape of the roman numerals XIX. We didn't have enough to put 19 the traditional way, so we improvised. Oh yes, the other cake was adorned with a number 15, because, according to the sacred principals of standard of deviation in age for girls you can get with, plus or minus 4 for Chubbs is now 15 and 23. I guess he can get with a 25-year-old, just don't go the other way, man.

Four today, around 6:30, but I had to stop. My body does not agree with some plant that blooms in late April-early May. I think I'm allergic to the cherry blossoms in Maryland, so I can at least prepare for that. Just pump me full of drugs. Sweet, sweet reality-bending, mind-numbing drugs. And by that I mean Benadryl.

Your best is good enough. HA, oh man I got you! Really though, it's not.

"No...stop...tomatoes bruise so easily!" -Tomato, (Ben, Chubbs' roomate) while being assailed by a barrage of pointy swizzle sticks from Geary.

If I was going anywhere...I was runnin-guh

Wed, 05 May 2004 20:28:45 GMT

Yarrrrgh, I know...it's been driving me nuts. I'm not talking about the steering wheel around my dick, but my lack of Jeep machine. You never know how much you have...until it's gone. No really, I will be on the streets again any day now. Then at least I can offer to drive and then be horribly rejected by Geary. I like that he takes it as a personal affront when any alternate means of transportation is suggested.
me: "Dude, we can't drive to Germany."
Geary: "Can and will drive to Germany?"
me: "But...but there's an ocean separating us. And not a little one, either."
Geary, now more than a little upset: "Are you saying the Focus can't make it? You're too good to sit in it, is that it? Or is it merely because GRANDPA TOUCHES ME, AND YOU CAN'T DEAL WITH THAT?"
me: "Sorry dude. Let's go"
Geary: "You got gas money?" (doesn't wait for a response, lights me on fire)

Probably around 4.5 or 5 today, and once again it burns with passion. And not the good kind either. The JHU kids did really well at conferences; I'm going to have to suck it up and get in shape before I go back, or I won't be able to beat everyone. Yes, everyone. Including you. AND YOU! Possibly you. Not you...well, ok, you.

If it means enough to you, you'll do it.

JD: (holding golf clubs) "Where's my fluffy cover for my 4-wood?"
Turk: (butt naked) "It's on my 9-wood"
Scrubs, I will count the days until you return.

Against the Wind

Tue, 27 Apr 2004 18:51:48 GMT

College Tour in-your-face action. 4 campuses. 4 days. Clark, Drexel, Upenn, and JHU. 4 tanks of gas. 1 pack of caffeine pills. 2 spring fairs. 10 "Mixed by G" CDs. 3 cases of soda. 10 rest stops. 1 road race. 4 fish. Ladies by the dozen. All brought to you by Sprite Remix, Ford Motor Company, and the letter "G." Too much for one entry, so I will limit it to this. Great to see Erica, Jenny, the Sig Ep brothers, the track team, and the JHU crowd. Razel and Guster rocked. The Focus is simply unstoppable, even when it is so far past empty it requires the power of sheer will to get us to the next gas station. Vivarin chased with Dew will, in fact, make your teeth and hair wiggle independently of your body. And I have renewed faith in the institutions of higher learning...there must be some good going on there; although sometimes it is hard to see.

Blue Jay 5k with Geary. We tore that bitch up, despite the three 180 degree turns in the middle of the road. Bobby, what are you, cooking? Marathon recovery was very speedy, and I am ready to hit the road again. With the warm weather in full effect, this should be a high-mileage summer. I am looking forward to running with Finn, Chubbs, possibly Santoro if I can get my ass in shape, and anyone else who wants in. And I need to race. That competitive element I have been missing since High School has returned, and I once again have the burning desire to pass the guy on the home stretch and watch him deflate out of the corner of my eye. I didn't run all this way to come in second.

For the love of God, why aren't you having fun?

"Ok, here's the plan. We go to DC, find a nice spot, and hit on the ladies who are marching for boobs." -Geary

Running Man

Tue, 20 Apr 2004 06:50:32 GMT

There's no crying in baseball!
This week you will find me two trips to Clark, one trip to Syracuse, and one Marathon older and wiser. Or older and in more pain. Either way, I'm older. Good to see the Cassmaster holding it down in Syracuse, his friends are lots of fun. Much more fun than the engineers at JHU...I hope some of you are reading this, so you will be cooler when I make my illustrious return. Geary, Marland and myself were treated to 2 fun parties which consisted of much debauchery and gambling. I realized that I am good at neither one, but what can you do. Practice, what the hell else? Although I did get in a nice conversation with blue skirt girl, none of which I remember. Geary, remember the time...? He he, story for another day.

So today I woke up, looked outside, and decided it was high time I gave my body a real kick to the nuts. Not literally, of course; that would have been less painful than the 26 miles of blisters, cramps, pulled muscles and chafing I had to go through. Some of you might think "suck it up, crybaby, you didn't even run that fast, and you had to walk for part of it." It is a valid point, to which I respond with a two-part counterpoint. Chances are, you haven't run a marathon, and also, you didn't run one in 87-degree heat with a foot injury. And secondly, bite me. More important, of course, is the second part. I bet I taste pretty good, what with all of the salt caked on my body from hours of perspiration. Regardless if the time it took me to finish, which was just shy of four hours (remember part 2) I am 26.2 miles closer now. And it feels good. Oh wait, it feels like my legs have staples in them.

Who needs to take marathon training seriously, when you have youth and stupidity?

"Who wants to play a rousing game of fisty-bum?" -Marland

So Far Away

Tue, 06 Apr 2004 23:26:46 GMT

I wonder how California is this time of year...
The weather is nice here, and then it is terrible. I think if New England weather could be personified, it would be a woman with pms and simultaneously quitting smoking cold turkey. Not that I don't enjoy having it sunny and 65 for ten minutes and then having the wind and snow tear me a new one. Really, who doesn't? Make up your mind, damnit. As always, I take comfort in knowing that in Syracuse, there is never any good weather, and when it is not gray and rainy, it is gray and snowy. Hehe, take that! Oh, the cape should be sweet though. It is thoughts of that which get me through the day.

Just about 8 today, at about 7 pace. I am not as fast as I thought, which pisses me off to no end. I guess that is better than becoming complacent, but you can bite me, legs, move faster! Mister marathon will not be pleased with you.

Grow up now! AAAAUUUUGHH, I'M THA GOVERNATOR...STOP WHINING!

"Damn right the fire marshall wanna shut us down" - Geary, via Luda

Just Keep Running

Sat, 03 Apr 2004 08:11:41 GMT

It'd be neat if we got to live down the cape this summer...Cass, Walker and me. Hopefully it'll work out, because if not i might have to go to Iraq to harrass Geary. It'd be a funny gag...

Over 6 today, under 7 pace. Pretty much same conditions as yesterday.

Some of my best ideas come to me when I'm running.

"My Grandpa had that. Every morning he'd take a gym sock, fill it with nickels and just beat us...that's OCD, right?" - The Janitor on "Scrubs"

It's Raining...Water, and lots of it.

Fri, 02 Apr 2004 23:29:02 GMT

Gray day today, not so fun. I was excited about hitting the driving range in order to improve my Happy Gilmore-like stroke from barely 50 yards to 55. With my driver. I mean, Tiger Woods wishes he could have this whitey's power. What now.

A little over 5 today, with hills and faster than I expected; probably 6:30-7 pace. Oh, and I was soaking wet the entire time. Mmm, so hot, I looked like a drowned rat. You heard that ladies, I'm single too.

I really need music. All the time.

"It's so...pink" - (Chubbs, after observing Geary and my redecorating of his room. Happy April Fools')

I guess this is the part where I would, were I technically adept, put in one of those voting thingys where you give your opinon on a question I ask. Yes, that is the technical name for it. Anyway, Boston Marathon? I'm thinking about it. What's that, you care more about the 2044 presidential election in Cape Town, South Africa? Well you've read this far, might as well sound off.

Chariots (or Lungs) of Fire

Wed, 31 Mar 2004 06:42:13 GMT

Another night with Mike. Did some laundry,went to CVS in Franklin, watched the Simpsons, ate some kidillos. Oh, and we were the first ones at an accident scene, and were had to call the cops, the ambulance, and give statements. Proving once again that a night with Mike is indeed no ordinary night at all. http://www.thesunchronicle.com/articles/2004/03/30/city/city4.txt
Hopefully the girl is ok, she was pretty banged up when we saw her. Mike has more of the details in his journal.

Four and a half today, but it hurt. A lot. A real lot. Damn you JHU kids for passing your cold to me. I will have vengeance!

Depend on change, but never for a ten or twenty.

(Me to Mike) "Did you purposely drive through that red light, or did you not see it at all?"
(Mike to me) "A little of column A, a little of column B"

Detour

Mon, 29 Mar 2004 22:56:13 GMT

Mmm, not much lately, just planning the coming weeks of the college tour. Hope to hit Syracuse, Umass, UNH, Clark (of course) WPI, and JHU and Drexel if there's time. Should be neat.

Tried for another 5, but was sidetracked by Geary's house, so I stopped at 4. Not tired at all, it's great to be getting back in shape.

The jeep is much too expensive to maintain.

"What're you, cooking?" -G

Springy Spring

Sat, 27 Mar 2004 09:06:15 GMT

Oh so nice today. Nice enough to run naked through the streets. Not that I did or have ever done that...(exit...stage left!) More mayhem with G, this time on the mean streets of Sharon, which we tore up on our rollerblades. Yes, rollerblades. What now, junior high kids. Bet you wish you were 20 and could do all the cool things we can do. Went into Boston later, made brief stops at BU/BC. Unfortunately, I don't think enough time was spent at these places to include them on the list of colleges on the tour. What can you do? Go find some candy, I guess. In fact, I think I'll do just that.

5 more today, not feeling too bad despite the nagging cough. Probably not the best idea to run at night in the rain, huh. Shut up, who the hell asked you? Go eat more candy. Mmm, candy.

Way too many people are unhappy at school.

"What...I can't see anything. Let's do this." -Alex Cassie, while playing Need for Speed Underground without glasses

Run and Gun

Thu, 25 Mar 2004 03:37:14 GMT

Whooooo, I am not good at keeping this thing updated. Meh, I've already forgot what I was talking about. It's been an interesting few weeks, some friends from school came and skiied with me, I've "kept it real" with mix master G, hung out with peeps as they came home on break, and resumed the college tour, although it was Clark again. The G-man is officially leaving, ladies and gentlemen, come get "high on Mike" before he's gone. End of April, I'm told is the approximate time. It'll be hard to see him go. Foxboro will suffer with it's greatest social coordinator somewhere in Iraq. I can picture it now, there will be a breaking news bulletin showing a big keger in one of the mosques with soldiers hanging from the ceilings. The booze would undoubtedly be supplied by Ed from Norton, shipped special order. It'd be a funny gag, at least.

Fabulous 5 miles today, and by fabulous I mean my lungs are on fire. Around 7 pace. Whoopide whee.

Can't really count on anything to be done for you.

"Grandpa...touches me" - Geary

On The Road Again

Thu, 04 Mar 2004 04:42:06 GMT

It's been a while, like that song from Staind. But less about a chick, and more about Chubbs. Spent Saturday at Clark for some illicit activities. Chubbs, your friends are great. We were treated to a fine time of pregaming in one of the sophomore's rooms while Geary treated everyone to tasty turnpikes (patent pending.) They were more turnpike than tasty, as Geary and Chubbs were intoxicated in about 45 minutes. Then we went out on the town, or more appropriately, out on campus. It was there that we discovered that a house full of chicks is not always a good thing...Undeterred, we ventured to the lacrosse house. Good times, good people...for about 20 minutes, then the "cool guys" of the house kicked us out. Boo-urns. At this point some of Chubbs' friends decided to call it a night. Geary however decided that it would be a "funny gag" if he got in a fight with 30 big dudes from Clark. I'd have had his back...from about a mile away. The rest of the night was spent convincing Geary that there really was a party back in Chubbs' dorm, and then in the girls bathroom. You would think that the girls would have something better to do than take care of Geary while he was puking, but they stayed and helped out. Thanks again, ladies. The next morning was spent largely in one of the girl's dorms, where we may or may not have taken several items including vitamins, pillows, and a hello kitty doll. After some DDR it was time to head home, and we bid our farewells. Once again, we were treated to a fabulous time at Clark University and Chubbs remains, undisputedly, the man.

Another five miles today, faster this time. Felt good too; I wasn't passed out by the end. Sounds about right.

The Focus is kinda sexy when clean.

"He's so cute...I feel like someone should breastfeed him" (Diana, one of the lovely Clark ladies, on taking care of Geary while he was puking)

College Tour

Sun, 29 Feb 2004 01:02:19 GMT

BLAAAAAAWWWWWW
Started the day with a trip to Worcester to see Ryan Olsson, who is apparently now only known to all of his friends as simply "Chubbs." It's good to have a nickname, but it is to the point where his friends do not know who this "Ryan" person is. I was impressed with Clark; the campus is gorgeous and all of the buildings seem new and/or well-maintained. Now all they need is a track team. Ended the day with a trip to UNH to pick up the wayward Casey Payne, and I was only 6 hours later than I had originally planned.

Today was slower; but I put 5 miles behind me, and sweet jesus it hurt. Probably about 6:40-7 min. pace. The YMCA closes at 6 on Saturdays, just in case you are like me and were unaware of that fact. That about wraps it up, keep on running.

My car gets about 200 miles on a full tank.

"I've never really been afraid in my life. But I was terrified of those 'Vagina Monologues' girls"
-Ryan Olsson "Chubbs," slightly misquoted

Remember the time?

Fri, 27 Feb 2004 06:57:23 GMT

Another splendiferous night with Mr. Geary, which has yielded two things. The first one is that I alone am now aware of his secret plans to kill you...yes YOU, and secondly, I have added life to this journal. Well, Mike added life to this journal, as I sat and watched in awe as he went to work. He's a handy guy to have around if, oh I don't know, you happen to be visiting Bridgewater State College and a cop asks you to get out of your car and show IDs, when four out of five of you have been drinking and one fails the sobriety test, and the cop has one of you in the back of his car and you are one Military ID away from underage drinking charges. Or, and this is just a far-fetched hypothetical situation, your trusty Jeep Cherokee breaks down on the way from Jay Peak to UVM and you need someone to cover the $400 alternator replacement. Or...well you get the idea.

As of today I am three and a half miles closer. To what, you might ask? That is for me to know and for you to shut the hell up, it's none of your damn business. Ran an edited version of the mill street loop with Mike, as he regaled me with stories of his day at CVS. Most excellent. I think that'll be all for tonight, captain.

Self-doubt is useless

"Dude...why?"
The illustrious Michael J. Geary (be on the lookout for the latest "Mixed by G" CD, "Dude why?" Coming to a Focus near you)