Hello web world, where have you been? Wait, its me that's been MIA for the past few weeks. I have gotten numerous requests to post, okay only 3 but that seems like a lot to me...I only know about 6 or 7 people.For those that are wondering if the "foot smell" has left big red, I am happy to announce it has, but moved to a van, a much larger area to fester and grown into a whole new scent of its own. Again, not a pleasant scent, but I am told it is better than armpit!!This past weekend I was in IA for the Louis and Clark Half Marathon. Kate, Kelly and I ran it; and Kayla was playing Souix City tour guide; she just didn't know it. The morning meet the 4 us of with a brisk 38 degree chill and a lot of fog. I had been told earlier in the week that I was not allowed to wear pants during this "fun run" The photos will attest to the warmth in the air and how "normal" people would dress for such an event. I had a blast, I was able to run with Bratzy for the first mile or so and Sully until about mile 12 when she informed me that she was no longer talking. For those that are unaware, I like to talk, sometimes a lot and usually about nothing of any importance; which is why I like to blog....just random crap about nothing I think NBC had a sitcom on a few years ago, something to do with a show about nothing, if I think of the of the name I'll let you know. The colors though the park area of the run were great. It was the mile or so climb that sucked. I had ran a total of about 12 miles since my last race, the longest run being probably about 6 miles, so when asked about partaking in such an event, hell, why not. My IT bands are killing me, I can't hardly walk. Now I ask myself, "What was I thinking"
In classic Marv fashion, the post race meal was coffee, a french toast muffin, beer and food at Chilis. Perhaps one of the best post race recovery meals I've had in quite some time.
The stitches were taken out of my hand yesterday, so it is back to the pool tomorrow morning for me, and than to slowly work on easing back into the swing of things, just as most of the training folk I know are starting to really enjoy the off season and few that aren't done for another couple of weeks. So I will make a deal with you, if you need a beer, a buddy to eat fried cheese with, milk and Oreos or a whole mess of ice cream....call I'll be your guy.
My first Weaver sandwich, I feel like a freakin' giant
I still had someone to talk to at this point of the run, THAT made much easier 
Where's Walldo? Can you spot the moron?
