Proud To Call Them My Friends

Sounds cool and reminds me of the Hash House Harriers groups that I ran with from time to time. I can’t run anymore but had an excellent 15 km ski this afternoon. Nothing like vigorous physical activity to clear the brain.
Go, whale shark

Likewise, Whale Shark. Why, were it not for you, I’d have never become a blogger! (Actually, I still see myself as more of a piker than a blogger, even though I do try to share the occasional thought online from my bent perspective on the world.)
So bla, bla bla… are you going to put on a plaid dress, go splitsies on a nice bottle of whisky with me and go run for the haggis, or not?
http://www.clubfatass.com/events/Flash-RunForTheHaggis
BTW, your sorry ass is grass this year. There will be no strike at Kit’s Pool to save you from getting your butt kicked by you-know-who. You-know-who will show no mercy. Better start eating your wheaties, bucko. Are you in for the Duel at the Pool - 2008 the Grudge Match?

Hey Harold,

Don’t bet on the Whale Shark if you don’t want to loose your money.

—The Mako Shark

http://www.clubfatass.com/blog/ean-jackson/duel-at-the-pool-redux

Harold knows where and why to plop down his tokens, don’t you worry, A Nonny Mouse.

I’m already in serious training, starting long before I did last year though all the krill that keeps flowing into my mouth seems to weigh me down.

I have a niggling sense that you may be a stalker hired by my sometimes-pretend-friend the Mako Shark, aka Ean Action Jackson. If so, why so shy, guy ? No gumption?

Call me a dweeb, but I had to register and that would consume a nano-second of my life, so I didn’t. I did, however, notice that I had not signed my post, but when I went to edit it, I was not given the option. Anyway, me volia.

Ean “Rain, No Train” Jackson

just back from pushing the pow on the mountains of North Vancouver, Canada

Now the world knows I can’t spell in at least 2 languages. That should read, “voila”

I knew that .. just yanking ya, dweeb.

I hate Blogware, and will be switching to Wordpress any day now. But I am unfortunately all too often a lazy bastard.

Off to do a 3K training session .. eat my wake.

OMG, I didn’t realise how serious this competitive stuff was. Guess I better stay here on the East coast. BTW, New Brunswick is the most obese province in the country. Some claim to fame, eh?

Harold, we’re just 50 year-old goofballs yanking each others’ chains
Well, actually .. Ean was for a long time one of Canada’s leading ultra-marathoners and a multiple Ironman finisher. He’s very competitive, but just (very) jealous that he can’t swim as well as an old fat guy like me.

It doesn’t really matter to him that he can run much better than me, ski much, much better than me, charm more women even while his wife is looking on, and that he’s three time smarter than I am. He is so needing of attention and reassurance that he competes about absolutely everything

Everything you say is true, my dear Whale Shark, except the part about “can’t swim as well as an old fat guy like me”. This remains to be seen…

yes, we can all recall our glory days, but now we’re just getting older and fatter. I once ran a 4:21 mile, but that was in a different era (sigh). now I can’t run at all. for me, a good day is an injury-free day.

I’m still betting on the whale shark, though