sgt.barney

The Sarge prefers Gumby[1]. Easy Peasy FOOTNOTES: [1] The Sarge still hasn't read Alan Carr[2] [2] But plans to RSN [3] [3] Real. Soon. Now ...

You're ready. More than ready. Easy Peasy

The MP3 player has been replaced. Yesterday's 12-miler didn't happen (had to shop for new music, y'know) , but turned into today's Half-Marathon. Slow half marathon with the wife. @ 2:05:21 (9:34/mile) Easy Peasy

You put a cigarette to your lips, light it, and inhale[1]. That's what. Easy Peasy FOOTNOTE: [1] HINT: Don't do that.

The Sarge needs to run but broke his MP3 player yesterday. What does he do? Easy Peasy

One doesn't "fall" off the QuitTrain like it's some kind of accident. One jumps. On purpose. Easy Peasy

Here in the States roads are for travel. All. Forms. Of. Travel. [1] Car. Mortocycle. Walker. Cycler. Horse. Horse and buggy. F_cking Llama or Elephant [2] if you want to be riding one. Not a damned driver out there understands this. Not. A. One. As a runner/walker/cyclist and motorcycle rider, this really pisses Sarge off. He gets told it's his fault for nearly causing a collision. "Shouldn't be biking in the damne road", they say. Fooking half-wits, says The Sarge. FOOTNOTES: [1] Barring "limited access" expressway/highway roads, private toll-roads, and the like. [2] assuming you can slap the appropriate headlights/tail-lights and whatnot on 'em to make 'em "street legal".

10-miler this morning. Basement treadmill. 0% grade/incline (no hill). 1:15:33 (7:33/mile). It was a rough one but faster than goal pace for the upcoming race. Half-marathon in less than 3 weeks ... 2014-06-28 : Official goal has been adjusted/set at 1:41:00 based on today's run. That will absolutely smash Sarge's current PR by over 3 full minutes. Easy Peasy

If you can run 2 miles, you can race 3.1 It's not a matter of if you can do it - you can and you already know it. The question is how fast can you do it ... (??) and that's what racing is all about. The good news is you always set a PR on your first one. This first one will be your fasted one ever, right?[1] Easy Peasy Lemon Breezy FOOTNOTES: [1] and then you spend the next couple of races trying to beat that time.

The Sarge once ended up in Louisville (KY) when he intended to go to Lexington (KY) ... from Cincinnati - 80 miles in the wrong direction. They both start with "L" ... so he was ... well ... he wasn't blonde but he was somethin' ... Oh - and he was late. Very late for his event. Easy Peasy

Ignore them and they will go away. One day, soon[1], they will go away forever and never come back [2] . When a crave hits, it's a simple case of mind over matter: Easy Peasy [1] Sooner than you think. [2] The Sarge hasn't had what he'd consider a "crave" in almost 2 years now.

Back down to Muir Valley (Red River Gorge) today to hit the rest of the routes on this wall that we didn't get to last week. Just Sarge and some friends. Mrs. Sarge is in Boston delivering babies.[1] Easy Peasy FOOTNOTES: [1] Our best friend and college room mate of 7 years (college + law school) squeezed out twins yesterday morning.

... And good riddance, too! You don't need someone like that in your life right now. [1] Easy Peasy FOOTNOTE: [1] Or ever.

And Sarge's Paternal Grandmother chain-smoked Herbert Tarryton non-filters from the age of 12 thru the age of 92 without a smoking related illness. There are always outliers. Statistical anomolies. Odds are decidely in favor of putting off health problems longer, and better quality life from both quitting smoking AND improving poor diet. Easy Peasy

The Sarge grows / raises / hunts most of what he eats. Green is good. Hard to grow a peanut buster parfait 'round these parts. The Sarge wouldn't know where to acquire seeds. You can get away with the junk until ... maybe age mid 40's ... then it catches up to most folks. Diabetes. High blood pressure. High cholesterol. Metabolic Syndrome. Heart attacks. Strokes. Like smoking, the junk food will catch up with most who don't manage to quit. Sarge's own Momma Sarge is gonna die 10 years early because of the junk food. She's got the DeathFat™ [1]. She managed to quit smoking, but she can't lick the Deep Fried Chicken Mc Bacon Cheeze Mc Burger Nuggets with a sloppy side of Huge Fries covered in Mayonaise, washed down with an 800 calorie Coffee-McMilkshake and ... (that's right Ladies and Gentlemen) a DIET Coke[2]. Bad food is fine, once in a while, but when it's your primary sustenance ... well ... problems are just aroiund the corner and sooner than you think. The Sarge allows himself a day once a week and that's just about enough without going overboard. You are right, Lucy: you should eat better. What's stopping you? Easy Peasy FOOTNOTE: [1] 66 years old, 5'4" and pushing 400 pounds. She's tryin' real hard to get there- she'll make 400 in less than 2 years ... if she's not dead first. [2] Like that's gonna save her...

"8 years and a half without smoking" Easy Peasy.