Forgive me, Blogfather, for I have slacked.
It has been 10 days since my last post. In that time, I have run slightly over 10 miles.
The reasons why are personally important, but do not lessen my transgressions. Compounding my lack of mileage has been a complete and total disregard for the type and quantity of fuel which I have put into the temple that is my body, including, but not limited to, Taco Cabana fajita salad; barbecue chicken, sausage, beans, slaw, and bacon/potato salad; Whataburger; and sizzling beef fajitas.
I request absolution.
My son, you have attempted to squander the training and hard work which you have done so far this year. After a good result at Bluff Point, you should have built on that base and continued in the way that leads to a smaller waist, larger lungs, and wide-open arteries.
As penance, you must perform 2 hours in sneakers in meditation on St. Sebastian; one hour in homage to the Madonna del Ghisallo; and one hour performing the rite of St. Adjutor. This penance must be complete by Sunday.
Now go in peace, my son, and slack no more.
That is some serious blogfather ya got there!
I’da just said, “No worries, just make it up”. :D
LOL :)
If only I’d had the blogfather to stop me last night! When will I learn bad food = feeling bad. Time for me to hit the confessional too I guess! :-)
holy triathlon, bill!
been wondering where you’d gone off to…
Now ya making me feel guilty. I was doing so good until I brought blueberry biscuits and mixed berry cream cheese for our weekly meeting this morning……
Sure glad I don’t have to confess to your blogfather or he’d have me running a marathon.
All that food talk has made me hungry.
what? no hail marys?! have fun doing penance.
Whew! You got off easy! :)
Funny, funny stuff!