If You Want To Live Long

According to best selling author David Shields if you want to live longer, you should --in addition to the obvious: eating less and losing weight -- move to the country, not take work home, do what you enjoy and feel good about yourself, get a pet, learn to relax, live in the moment, laugh, listen to music, sleep 6 to 7 hours a night; be blessed with long lived parents and grandparents (35 percent of your longevity is due to genetic factors); be married, hug, hold hands, have sex regularly, have a lot of children, get along with your mother, accept your children, nurture your grandchildren; be well educated, stimulate your brain, learn new things,; be optimistic, channel your anger in a positive way, not always have to be right; not smoke; use less salt, have chocolate occasionally, eat a Mediterranean diet of fruits, vegetables, olive oil, fish, and poultry, drink green tea and moderate amounts of red wine; exercise; have goals, take risks; confide in a friend, not be afraid to seek psychological counseling; be a volunteer, have a role in the community; attend church, find God.

My score: 28 of 42

OB Always Gets His Doritos

I do what I can to keep fit. I mean, don't get me wrong, I have plenty-o-fun too. But sometimes I get more than I bargained for. It's a goal of mine to be as healthy as possible when I finally do die (I need a decent viewing). So, I make time for fitness and try to eat healthy. In spite of my best intentions, OB (pronounced "Oh Bee") will always let me down. He can get me into more trouble than a phone call at 2 am from Big Willie. You see, OB's my primal me. He (or it) is like having an evil Siamese twin. We're bonded at the hippocampus. He doesn't have a voice, he doesn't understand English (or any language for that matter). He's my gift from evolution. He's the primitive crocodile styled inner brain thats truly in charge. If I vow to eat less, OB eats whatever the hell he wants. If I commit to get up at 4:30 and go for a run, OB turns off the alarm and sleeps in. If I swear off drinking beer, OB goes out and gets drunk. I can't shake the guy! He's bad! REALLY BAD! It's like I have 2 brains in my head but one is a troll brain. Granted, many out there have inner trolls much more damning than mine. None the less I've got issues. Here's the detailed graphic of OB's troll brain....

This is not a normal brain.

No matter how hard I try to resist OB, he over rules my intentions and misbehaves. Then, just when I am resigned to the fact I am destined to be a fat slob, ready to give up, OB stops doing what ever the hell he was doing and throws me a bone. He let's ME be in charge! Small victory. I've tried everything to get him to behave. Sometimes I sit down and give myself a 45 minute talk (usually nobody is around). I tell myself to be a little less self-indulgent. I talk to myself about what it is I need to do to stay focused on my goals. Oh yeah and I tell myself, above all other things, STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF!

I hope some of what I am saying is getting through to me!

Somewhere between the sacred and the profane is the Doritos; I don't know how they are made. After proper seasoning, when slowly baked, they can bridge that gap between heaven and earth. ARRRGGGH...I AM THE DORITOS!!!! (Where DID THAT COME FROM????)

I just looked down.....I'm holding the last of what WAS a full bag of Doritos. In my cool ranch encrusted fingers lies the last remnants of the bag, mostly crumbs. My arm is unconsciously hoisting the up-to-now unenjoyed wad to my mouth. A small pile of crumbs is on the floor. Where (the #$%^) did the rest of the bag go?!? Did Shev say to save her some? Where have I been?! OB, you suck!!!! I don't feel very good.

This is me and OB last night.

My wife Shev is the real exercise maniac. She managed some years ago to kill her inner troll off completely. (Almost out of beer OB lets ME finish the rest of this post) Guess that's why she enjoys having me around! In a strange way, love me or hate me....I'm HER OB!

Steamathon

The 15k run on Sunday went pretty well considering how unfit I was. It was HOT. I ended up about 3 1/2 minutes slower than last year. I'll take it. Sheila took this picture before the start.

No Joke. A Cheeseburger in A Can.

I made it back to p-town no worse for wear. I am looking forward to tomorrow and a chance to see everyone. In typical Steamboat fashion the heat arrived as scheduled. I got in about 6 last night and my bud Ken Beckler asked if I'd take a run with him. I figured it would be a chance to try another first. We were doing the Bishop hill loop and I never attempted that barefooted. It was challenging. Right around Doc Shek's house the streets becomes a big meat tenderizer. It's right in the middle and no point in stopping. I put my Tiger Paws on when I got home. Hopefully I won't blister too badly. Good luck to the people running Steamboat tomorrow. It's a great event and I look forward to it each year. It sucks for me I'm not ready to test my time but I am enjoying the disruption from marathon training. Hopefully my pigs will recover before tomorrow morn.

On a side note. Check the link below for more. YUCK!

At what point do you get hungry enough to eat this?

Random Post

Just once, I'd like to get an invite like this!

The Goal: To run a sub-5:00 mile barefoot.

Here is a find! It's a blog I follow because he reminds me well, of me. My site is a personal dedication to beating Dave Schroff in races of all distances. This blog takes a similar single minded goal as it's over reaching theme. Its written by Andrew Cox. Simply put, he is all consumed to run a sub-5:00 mile barefoot. Unlike me who's well on my way to achieving my goal, he's just starting out on his journey so you can still get in on the ground floor. He's not barefoot yet but transitioning with his Vibram Five Finger shoes. Adam at Running Central sells these shoes. Go pick up a pair an try em out. Enjoy.