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.

9 thoughts on “Confession”

  1. 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! :-)

  2. 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.

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