I Kick Jason Bourne's Ass

This just in: Trigreyhound Kicks Jason Bourne's Ass.

It's true.

I can't deny it.

And it's not just because I'm takin' my girl on a tropical ,20th anniversary vacation to make hot, sweet lovin' with my new marathon-running-weight-lifter body.

As if Matt Damon could survive that comparison . . .

Nope. I just happened to notice a little blurb in Runners' World where Matt Damon ran a 10K as part of losing weight he gained for a role.

Gained for a role? Yeah, right. Me too. I ate all those Kolaches to play the role of middle aged office worker.

And a 10K? Just a 10K? Phhht. PUH-LEEEEZE. You should hardly call it a race if you're done before the morning coffee break. What? You just run 6 miles? Cute.

And get this. He ran it in just a few seconds shy of one hour. Fifty Nine minutes and forty some-odd seconds.

Phhhht. Is that what they call running in Hollywood?

Three years ago, I ran a 48 minute 10K PR. This year, at 42 years old instead of 39 years old, my 800 meter track workouts are now 15 to 20 seconds faster than they were the year of my marathon PR. Are you trying to tell me that deskbound, 42 year old Greyhound could finish the race, go out for a coffee and a shower before Jason Bourne saw the finishing line?

Matt, just have your people call my people and I'll arrange some coaching sessions--for running or anything else in the "man department" that you might need help with.

P.S.
**I probably kick J-Lo's Ass in triathlon, too, which is a notable Kadunkadunk to be kicking. I'm just sayin'. **

P.P.S.

**I really needed that little boost because I have one more super long run before some recovery, and I'm feeling like Punky Brewster could mop the floor with me right about now.***

Wherein I Show I Can Be competitive, Mean And Petty

Well my peoples, my fine, fine peoples. The final, peak period of Ironman training has begun. Do you know how I can tell?

Because this morning Tanita told me that I weighed 139 pounds.

ONE-THREE-NINE POUNDS, BITCHES!

That is all.

Nanner Nanner Boo Boo

This just in from the "You Wish You Were Me" division of Greyhound Central.

Guess who is going to be the guest speaker at my next tri club meeting?



I'll give you a hint. She was coincidentally featured in yesterday's post.




She's world class fast and powerful, and had the privilege of racing with Trigreyhound last year at Buffalo Springs Lake 70.3. (I was somewhat slower than she.)


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She was TOTALLY ROBBED by the Iron Kahuna when not chosen as Tri Geek Dreams Tri Diva for 2007.




How could you not be drawn to this "tracter beam 'o hawtness."





I mean that in the most professional and athletic of senses, of course, . . . but, I digress.

Yes. Our guest speaker is the incomparable DESIREE FICKER!!!



**pause to breathe deeply in paper bag**

Did I fail to mention I'm in the best tri club on the planet? San Diego and Boulder can kiss my lone star . . . . ahem.

Oh, and Kona Shelley, that whole contest about getting Des' autograph. You lose.

Nanner.

Nanner.