Fuck What Y'all Think
Someone want to explain to me why he's so nice?
That my training partner and friendly rival (though its not much of a rivalry at this point because he has about 20 secs on me in the 5000. Give me a year or two and I got him.)
The article does most of the talking, but just know there's nothing stopping him, so next time your in a race, no need to turn around, just know he's right behind you.
Reuben
There is Brett Favre (The Once) and Aaron Rodger (The Future). Kings of the Game.
One is an aging almost-40-year-old QB with something left in a once dominant arm. The other is a 25 year old rising star with a cannon for an arm.
For one night none of that mattered.
Both QB’s played excellently, though the latter was let down by a porous offensive line and a crucial endzone dropped pass.
Regardless is was beautiful to watch.
Who’s ready for round two?
Reuben
Its crazy. I need to go in rehab. Me being on Facebook is out of control. Now that I have a laptop and don't really do much of anything other than study, run, sleep, and hangout, my other four hours of day are usually spent snorting that online cocaine. Its not even that I spend time looking at Facebook profiles, its just that since they made Facebook chat the allure to talk to all those people I never talked to before it too much. I mean I still get my work done, still go to practice, still go out and chill with people, its just now I talk to them online, usually while doing something else eg. making dinner, talking on the phone. I even talk to people who I:
1. Just talked to in person. Or am still talking to, because they are sitting right next to me.
2. I just talked to on the phone/am still talking to on the phone
3. Am in the middle of texting
4. Am going to hang chill with later, but just feel like talking to anyways
FacebookChat will never replace person to person talking, or even video chat however. And no, you should not be on Facebook ever on a Friday or Saturday night, because you should be out with people.
For all you adicts out there, welcome to rehab
Reuben
How do you like that ironic twist on an old saying. Well I know he doesn't:
My man shot himself and got more jail time than Donte Stallworth who killed a man, albeit when he was crossing a highway while drunk. Plus Plax is a better receiver, so you'd think he’d get less time. Not the case, I guess that's what happens when you carry a concealed weapon in Manhattan. Should have just done it in Brooklyn. This really is sad, even though he wriggled out of the minimum 3.5 years, it goes to show that you really do need to think before you act.
Reuben
Yeah so he may have been right, may have been drunk, but that was still classless. Not that bad, but classless. Needs self control. Enough Said.
Running Update: Yeah so I’m not going to be racing much during cross season, maybe a few tune up races. They’ve got the 5000 indoors so I’ll start then. Ill just be training on my own, staying healthy, building up a base.
So I was out with my new training partner, my man Matt, on our long run so I decided to take him out to the Belmont 5 mile course made by my high school coaches father, Saint Clair. So as we were finishing up the downhill after Parachute (Or Suicide Hill for those real runners out there) and heading into the back part when I see this old man running. He asks if I'm running the 5 mile course and I say yes and he says he is too, so we start talking and I find out his name, Gary Fanelli. He is soon to be 59, still runs, and said he was once and Olympic marathoner which was what really caught my attention. Been running on that course for 40 years, and him and the coach at Philly U are trying to get the back part cleared up so we can run easier. After doing the course with him (kind of slow pace, figured I’d give matt some time to recover) and as we come back to the flat ground I see that its time for Matt and I to pick it up because we have to get back. I tell him goodbye and we have to go, so I'm going to pick it up and be out. I start striding out, and low and behold, but who decides to follow but Gary, and though he has a shorter jerkier stride he is able to keep up. Sadly though, Matt was still burnt, so we had to slow down, but man were we rolling. He also said he knew my distance coach at UPenn.
So of course the first thing I do when I get back to my dorm is look this guy up. And boy was I surprised with what I found:
He’s the guy in the middle.
Apparently not only was he really in the Olympics, but he ran a sick 2:14 and ran marathons in crazy costumes. That would explain why he was still able to pick it up though. That's crazy.
Reuben
