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How I'll probably die


My new thing has gotten me running, yes running, the past week without complaint and without watching the clock.

Unfortunately, the high-risk fringe sport will probably have Ian find me at the end of the treadmill runway, twisted, with a guitar slung from my neck.

What is it you ask? Some kind of Mariachi Marathon? Close.

Running while playing Guitar Hero is the greatest thing since running with my buddy Jeff. Come to think of it, that really was just running with someone calling you, "fatty" the whole time, but I digress. Running while jamming on guitar trying desperately to keep up with great hits like "American Women" and the surprisingly fitting, "Band on the run". See what I did there?

Anyhow, it is freaking amazing. No longer are my eyes glued to the maddening clock. No longer am looking at data (which I seem to hate when it is counting my exercise), I am playing a game. I am a Rock God when I run.

Now, I know what you are thinking. Being a Rock God probably means I have my axe (that's guitar to yous not in the biz) slung real low. Nope. To run, I've got to get it up high on the belly - ala Mariachi style. Just for fun, I should put on the Mariachi hat and call my neighbor over to witness it. They already think I am funny farm material.

Yesterday, I ran for 45 min, past my 30 minute mark I had allotted for my lunch run and didn't even realize it until I stopped. I am a multi-tasking mariachi marathon mastadon (in weight category anyway). Hopefully thanks to my guitar/treadmill career, I'll shrink down to brontosaurus class.

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Gardner Mason said…
Gone just over two months and the kid is losing it! Must have been the trama of having the boat of his childhood snatched away. But hey it is 40 years old, a bit long in the tooth for fiberglass.
10:53 AM
The Big Melon said…
Hey, I am not 40 yet...oh, I see. You meant the boat...
4:51 PM
Anonymous said…
That photo is like deja vu. You looked just like that after all our beach runs.

Noj nOj noJ
5:56 PM
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