Hey, fucktards. Happy fucking Monday. Seriously, this day can bite my ass, so I'll keep it brief.
Monday is a rest day, you all know that by now. If not, you should read my blog more often...douchecanoe...
BUT, you have homework. Today, call up a buddy, friend, pal, compadre, sex puppet, spouse, fuck buddy, or significant other and convince them to run with you. You could even take this week back to week one if you'd like to cater to them, just be sure to ramp it up a little quicker.
Here's the meaningful sappy bullshit. Your accomplishment will mean infinitely more to you if you were to share the moment with someone else. Your happy is their happy.
Otherwise, it's all distance this week. Nothing better than hitting the ground running!
Monday: in case you weren't paying attention, REST and FIND A BUDDY!
Tuesday: 2 miles
Wednesday: 3 miles (uh oh, what are we doing this weekend?)
Thursday: 2 miles
Friday: REST AGAIN
Here's hoping a flock of penises or vaginae (your call) find their way to your crotches by the end of the week.
So you want to run a marathon? You must be stupid. Your friends must think you're stupid. To tell you the truth, I think you're stupid. But, you know what? You're among stupid friends. Running for Retards is a profanity-laden no-holds-barred approach to running your first marathon. The site will be updated whenever the hell I feel like updating it. I'm based in Phoenix so you're going to see a lot of whining about hot weather and jackolopes.
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Monday, August 15, 2011
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