I was reading Matt's blog last week and couldn't help but notice his blabbering about running 5k. It got me thinking and I did a little research. The picture is of a guy by the name of Buster Martin. At 101 years of age, Buster is the United Kingdom's oldest employee, so what's the point you ask? Well, he and Matt have something in common. It turns out that they've both completed a 5k run in the last few months. Of course, Matt was on a treadmill and may in fact have been sitting in a wheelchair while on the treadmill, but they've both completed a 5k run. I think congratulations are in order, Hooray!!! Hooray!!!
Now on to the business at hand. I've noticed that my nemesis and christian brother has been throwing out these "extra challenges" in the last few weeks--a few examples would be 1.) everybody check back in on December 30, 2040 and see who's kept the weight off, 2.) If I win you can't drink pop. . . yadda yadda yadda 3.) My belt buckle is bigger than your belt buckle. He'll probably try to throw out a few more challenges in the last week, but I haven't responded (and I won't) to these desperate attempts because there is only ONE contest and the reckoning is coming next Saturday, June 21st. Now I know that he's been getting all tricky on us with his "magic scale," and with his-- "I'm not telling you my weight now but I've sent the proof to an undisclosed location in the States where it is being guarded by Jack Bauer, Spiderman, and Patch the Pirate"----while I don't have any tricks like that I do have one card left to play. Throughout this entire contest I've been exercising every other day and losing roughly 3 lbs. a week as a result, but for the last two weeks I've jumped it up to six days a week. Oh yeah Matty boy, it's just like back in elementary school when you got called to the principal's office for some good old fashioned corporal punishment. Sure you're an adult now but you're still going to have to put your hands on the desk and take your Missionary Biggest Loser whoopin' like a man, just remember that this is gonna "hurt me more than it hurts you." Enjoy your wife's meatloaf, it tastes a whole lot better than the humble pie that's comin' next week.
June 14th/ Week #12: 242 lbs.
Mental State: Eye of the Tiger
6 comments:
D.K..
Big talk from a fat, uh I mean big guy. We'll see come Saturday. Better make it seven days a week running this week. Adios. Enjoy your hunger this week....
I can tell from all the comments on this blog that a lot of people support you.
FYI, I'll be breaking the 240 mark tomorrow----I'm letting you know so you can begin to weep slowly in private rather than have a huge breakdown on Saturday.
I thought you were weighing in the 22nd. You need all the time you can get.... SO, is it Saturday or Sunday? How are we going to synchronize our postings? I'm not posting until you do. Maybe we can have our wives get on Facebook and they can push the "upload file" button once we are ready to post. Not that I don't trust you, I just don't trust you.
By the way, how's your dog?
Did I mention that I don't believe you about the 240 thing on Wednesday? You've been secretly sipping Herbalife haven't you?
I've got a target weight in mind and if I hit it Saturday I'll post my weight then. Basically plan on posting Saturday unless I email you otherwise. We don't need to synchronize on Saturday. I'll man up and post first, like I've done the entire contest. . . . Oh and no I haven't been drinking herbalife--I'll wait until I'm over 50 years old to drink that stuff. As for Saturday's results to quote Mr T "My prediction??---PAIN!!!!"
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