The Few. The Proud. The Bored.

Good friends are not easily acquired; and rarer are the ones whose friendships endure as long as those I forged in college.  Paul is one of those.  He and I have run many miles together and emptied many cans while trying to solve the world’s problems.  He has started a blog, it’s  honest and genuinely  funny.  Here is a quick guest post from him as an introduction to my readers.

Check him out at http://nojerseysat30.com/

The Few.  The Proud.  The Bored.

I think it’s important I begin by telling you that I do not run.  I used to, a good bit actually.  My second and final marathon was when I made the decision to hang up the overpriced shoes and pornographic shorts for good.

Following my first marathon (Dallas ’04, which subsequently I ran with the author of this blog) I got the itch, no pun intended.  I decided that finishing was not enough; I wanted to find out how fast I could do one of those bad boys.

So I trained for the obligatory four months, adding weight training and swimming to my routine.  When the ’06 Austin rolled around, I felt like I could hang with the Kenyans.  I finished in 3:42, three minutes quicker than my goal.  However, due to an unseasonably cold day (29 degrees from start to finish), I found myself feeling like one of those boxers who fought one too many bouts, walking away perpetually different than I arrived.

Occasionally, I find myself nostalgic for my running days.  The exercise is important, but more than that, I feel, is the love.

I write a blog about decisions, right and wrong.  You’ve made a good one.   Finding something to get excited about is one of the greatest feelings an adult can have, mainly because we have no time for ourselves.   It may not seem like it, but most folks would run a marathon to find that something at the finish line.

Congratulations on being one of the few.