I don’t really remember how I ended up associated with this race – but I feel like it must have been associated with World Naked Cycling Day or something. I probably posted a pouty tweet because I didn’t know that naked cycling was a thing until after the naked cycling day when someone asked me… Continue reading Where I wore my running shoes
Category: Farts
Where bananas flood my youthful memories
Bananas. I love them, and I always have. My kids, also, love bananas. When I was a child, however, the dream of the perfect banana taunted me — brilliantly yellow without anything close to resembling a brown spot on the skin. I’d peel it and there would be no strands, whatsoever, because the perfect banana… Continue reading Where bananas flood my youthful memories
Where I classify myself as injury prone
I am not a graceful person. When I do yoga, it’s an exercise in me not falling down and trying to avoid farting while hiding the erection that I’ll inevitably get during corpse pose. I’ve been told that I have a near-perfect running posture, but, well, when I run, it feels like I’m a set… Continue reading Where I classify myself as injury prone
Where I write about the most epic fart I’ve had the displeasure of experiencing
There’s been a lot of fart talk, lately . . . and because I have the maturity of a 12-year-old-boy, and in light of Mommakiss admitting that she’s a sleep-farter1, I feel the need to share this story. One of Duffy‘s best friends was getting married . . . while he lived in DC, and… Continue reading Where I write about the most epic fart I’ve had the displeasure of experiencing