Daytona Beach it is...

Yep, the wifey is rolling us thru the old stomping rounds as my fat fingers peck away. The temp is closing in on 70 and it's crystal clear skies, so what are we gonna do....saltwater baby. My pale buns are hittin the beach.

A few highlights after 1000 miles and six states:

Number of Cracker Barrels counted from Philly to Daytona.....59

Number of sodas that blew up in in my/wifey's laps.....2 (don't mix an Airborne tap with soda)

Number of cars sliding sideways down the highway at 70 plus mph 20 meters in front of us.....1

Number of drivers needing to change their shorts after the above....2 (luckily I was not driving)

Number of times flashed by other drivers/passengers.....0 (hoping for a big uptick in that number)

So with today being the last day/night of 08 it's time to drink up, eat up and lube up. Before you stop doing one, some, all or none of the above for the New year....or at least for a couple days.

Me......I'm just hoping to get out of Daytona without being shot by an ex girlfriend, or husband. Their's not mine.

And we're off...

well, we're on the road that is.

The Creamsickle (the new Shortbus) is loaded and rolling towards the land of orange juice....and better yet my personal favorite, the thong.

I'm still pounding so much Airborne and vitamin C that I'm guessing I'm legally pissing said orange juice....not that I'm gonna test it thou. So with any luck I hope to be at about 80-90% by the starting run (have I ever said I hate running starts?)

So if I'm 80-90% of my normal (slow) self...that should put me mid pack of the women......this trips getting better sounding already.

Ho, Ho....

hack.

Yeah, Merry Christmas. Mom, Pop, Brotha and all (his kid) are here...and I'm hackin up things you may find at a Chinese buffet. But yet I'm doing a 12 race in tee minus seven days....WTF!!!!

No one ever said my mother raised a smart one......thank you FL school board.

Ridiculous...

that's the best way to put it, this running thing is getting out of control.

After putting in three good days on the bike, ending with a 45-50 mile spin on the fixie Saturday (then the weather turning to crap) I again decided to pull out the running shoes to hit the streets....in the rain no less. Stupid.

Don't get me wrong, I've ran more miles in the past then I care to remember. Some were planned, and some let's just say were not....I'll leave it at that.

But for some dumb reason I did not think I needed to stretch out to much.....to run in 35 degree rain. I made it about a mile and a half before my left calf left the building. So after walk/limping back home Dr Wifey went to work with the Stick and some Biofreeze, and brought things back to life.

So after two days of the house smelling like a geriatric ward things are about 80% again, so time to test the old man parts out of the bike....hopefully 911 will not need to be called.