Day 1160

Yin/Yang.

Tomato/tomaaaaahto

Good news: got my run in, got my miles.

Bad news: everything else.

You KNOW it's driving Sybil NUTS that the den is being done. Now, a normal person would applaud the work I am having done, I am paying for. What keeps the bitch from doing the same with its living room or basement? Of course, It uses the "Your son" card. As in "That would make a nice area for his friends." Amazing, not gonna happen. I apparently deserve nothing. Does he-or it for that matter, lift even a finger? Has It EVEr so much as made the bed? Yet, the argument is that I have control issues, and thus, hide the remote. No, it is a means of assuring that neither uses the bedroom as a lounge. Of course, THAT would incur the taking of responsibility. Of which neither is capable. Funnier still, Stoney actually thinks he has a say in the matter. Flip the coin, yet again, did Sybil EVER vacuum the fucking den? No, It enjoys sabotaging my every effort, making a point to slam the shit outta the door I attempted to fix. Remember THAT debacle? I'm trying to fix it, while it is throwing my laptop and guitars to the ground. Psycho twat.

And the job, of course, THAT decides to become strange as well. The poop is hitting the fan on ALL fronts.

BUT, this am, I ran. I got my miles. It is a good day. THAT no one can affect.

Pix below from yesterday. WAS tempted to go back and see Jack White again, but hey, can't avoid the Toxicity every night.

Day 1159

pure unadulterated BITCH

It loses Its key (knew this was a matter of time), I'd dozed off, It FREAKS!!! Imagine, a door is actually...ummm...LOCKED??? Starts with Its "THERAPY" raging...yeah yeah yeah. THEN, goes off BIG time on The Den. Of course, the ONE room in the house that hasn't fallen to shit. Pure Bitch.

This am, funeral of one of my students. Died @ 37 on The Boulevard of Death on his bike. Fortunately, this served as a reunion of sorts. Was GREAT to see my kids. They're 37 as well, but forever MY KIDS. Bless them.

Fortunately, this am, bright n' early, got my miles. Think I needed 'em???

Day 1158

Bitch.

This am, raining. Good. usually I do Spin on Fridays. In view of all that's happening, good choice-though I DO wish I'd run. Spin class was an exercise (hah, good one) in futility. It was just me and the instructor, later Robert walked in-this guy CANNOT shut up. So, between him and the instructor, neither could shuttheFUCK up. Thus, it was really 45 mins on a stationary bike.

However, I needed the break. Today I hadda clear out the den, since Monday the roof gets replaced. Took pretty much an entire room's worth of shit and put it into storage. I'm exhausted.

Of course, BITCH sees the work I did and gives me the "I told you so," re: the den being the best room in the house. Now, again, let that sink in. BITCH has the entire house, It HAS to focus on MY den. Fuck It. die already. I keep the room tight, IT has the living room-a shipwreck, the basement-a firetrap, and piles of crap in the upstairs bathroom-which you can't use-It's "hoarders" stuff is packed tight in there, as well as piles of crap in the bedroom. Remember when the cable guy hadda enter its closet, what was Its reaction? "Anything good in there?" It doesn't even know. Fuckin' useless twat. PLEASE die already.

SIX, count 'em, SIX calls from the job. Amazing. They really CANNOT handle a goddamned thing.

And tonmorrow, I havta go to the funeral of one of my former students. SYBIL HAS to focus on MY den, knowing I have this tragedy to attend. KNOWING It has the ENTIRE rest of the house to arrange. But, NO, focus on MY den. Cunt.

Day 1157

;)

made it!!!!!

This a.m. was a big conference, then vip's hitting the unit. Part of my initiation. I passed, the unit did well. Heavy sigh.

Downside? THIS is the kinda stuff Sybil will never grasp. This am I awoke to yet ANOTHER venemous note on the fridge-as if I actually read them? This came after It coming into the bedroom, repeatedly, holding variois items from the fridge asking if I was gonna eat them. Right. Let that sink in. Either I'm Satan by eating what's in the fridge in MY house, thus depriving my son of food. OR, I'm nuts because I DON'T eat what's in the fridge? OR, It asks if I want some of the Chinese takeout It bought. OR Stoney puts notes on all of it telling me NOT to eat it-a week later, it's STILL untouched. Hmmmmm. This from the same people who had a psychotic break because (no joke) I used the wrong towel.

Remember, I hadda earn my stripes this day on the job, yet THOSE people are pissed because of contrived drama. Amazing. Yes, "get a life."

This am, got my miles. Life is good.

Day 1156

change is good...I think

The Pilates instructor was bored, and it showed (sounds like the beginning of a novel doesn't it?). I'm kind'a fed up with tolerating it, so, ditched the class, for today. Usually I double up on non run days, but when the instructor 1)doesn't lead by example-verbalizes instruction rather than do them, and 2)even for Spin, this one claims the bikes won't accomodate their being vertically challenged-this despite another instructor who is even shorter. So, later for that. When the instructor-out loud-wonders "what should we do next," kind'a reveals a lack of professionalism.

Thus, rather than a weak time filler, hit the unit, nail it down, then devote myself to a worthwhile Spin class later. I'm worth it.

Day 1155

BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Ok, got back to Toxichouse yesterday. LOCKS!!!!! AND doorknobs AND KEYS!!!!! Nice.  STILL think I make this shit up? We never locked our front door. And best of all, rather than be proactive, Sybil-who has 2 peeps who do handiwork/home repair, never lifted a finger. In fact, sabotaged my EVERY effort. I pray this is killing It. This am got my proof: a venemous note taped to the mirror in the bedroom-I changed my cell #, so It's relegated to venemous notes. Even Stoney asked It why It didn't get Its peeps to do anything. Easier to victimize me.

So, yesterday, locks and keys on all the doors. An hour later, he came by to give me the estimate for the total job. Imagine, he'd already started (the leak was due to flashing, he'd already taken care of that!!!!! He was concerned about continued damage, so in effect, he'd finished the exterior work!!!!! I wanna marry him!).

He's treating it like his place! I love this kid! HIS idea is to wall off/put a door between the house and the den, hence, mancave. I LOVE this guy!!!!! You could see his eyes light up when we were discussing the possibilities!

And, this am, got my miles! THIS is the perfect season-50 ish degrees, crisp/cool. Ahhhhhhh.

Day 1154

tgim

Never thought I'd experience that, but then again........Thank God It's Monday indeed! Away from Sybil. Away from the Lemonsucker/Stoney. Miserable friggin' teenager. Sucks to live as I do, but the options are few.

Yesterday was a hot mess. Truly. BUT, typically Alley Pond. One of our Ocean to Sound team members didn't show for their leg, Lenny-of all people-tried doing back to back legs, got lost, d.n.f'd. Oh well. The beauty is: no one freaked. This is REAL Alley Pond. Hey, we showed up. AND best of all, Lenny apologized for fucking up. God bless him.

My take on it:  

1)he was always a Strider, he finally joined for real. Since he was qith Quantum, he was still a Strider. His apologizing for going off course, AFTER volunteering to run the second leg (in effect, trying to run a half marathon rather than 6 miles), proves he's truly a Strider.

2)It just doesn't matter. My favorite line from Meatballs. True isn't it? We knew we wouldn't place, and it really didn't matter. We were there. And where was Quantum?????

Of course, I get back to Toxichouse, Sybil messed with my stuff, again. Typical. Great sobriety there.

This am, Pilates then Spin. Felt good. Need rest badly, but where???????

***AND, proof of the "Thank GOD It's Monday" thing, hadda change my cell #, again. And why? Sybil's psycho texts. Amazing, Truly amazing.

Day 1153

Grrrrrrr

Tough to do anything NOT knowing whether you're returning to hell or welcoming arms. What a fucked situation.

But..today...we RUN!!!!! Ocean to Sound! Say what you want about the club, but we take care of business. AND (feather in the club's cap), one of our brother clubs is melting, so we're getting one of their peeps. Remember some time ago I referred to someone who was happily divorced, as in "yes I gave her everything, and it was worth every penny." HE'S one of us now!  Been after him for the longest time. Helluva guy!!!

And again, funny, the Bitch eats too much candy, doesn't rest properly, is awash in debt, and I become more of a villain?

It is what it is.

Day 1152

We'll see

It's trying to get my goat, moving things It thinks I won't notice. again, "how important is it?" Do I wake It up to rage? Of course not. Won't give that much power/waste the calories.

Today, fun. The 1m on Fifth Ave. Be nice to see my peeps.

Manana, the big relay.

Thank God. 2 days away from the twat. Or so I thought.

Series of textx today, venemous/dysfunctional/psychotic. Typical, "order of protection..."  "My lawyer..."   The real deal: 9/20 came and went, It STILL lacks the mountain of $$$ to make the MINIMUM payment on Its credit card. Sucks for It, however, THAT + It consumed a shitload of sugar=psychotic rants. Unfortunately, It turns Stoney against me in the process. THAT'S the part that slays me.

Oh well.

Changed my cell #, again.

Day 1151

ACT as if

I do the gym as an alternate to running/save my knees. One day run, one day crosstrain. But it kills me when the instructor is half hearted. either get on the bus or stay the fuck off it.

It IS nice, though, to have 3 day weekends-though you obviously know I'm never really off.

Manana the 1m, the Sunday the relay.

Day 1150

Thank GOD for running

KNEW things could always get worse...but...

Yesterday, Sybil enters, asks if I wanted any of the Chinese takeout It'd purchased. Hmmmmm. Was it laced? Thereafter, redoes Its closet, impacting on my ability to go to sleep. THEN It goes off. Knowing Its shipwreck status, rather than admit this, has to go off on me bigtime. Remember: Stoney hears all this. S.O.S. "lawyer......you're out of here....."

This am, He has "don't eat" taped to each and every contained of takeout. So, what have we learned? Just like his mother. Two bitches.

THEN, It makes a point of rearranging the condiments in the door of the fridge. Let that sink in. Hasn't taken Stoney to the plastic surgeon, has nothing to show for Its life, but rearranged those condiments. Really good sobriety. Really subscribes to the "how important is it" frame of reference. Bitch.

This am? Got my miles. Nothing else matters.

Day 1149

Dodged a bullet!

Made it through yesterday's storm unscathed. Really got a break! Sometimes things work.

When I got in, our neighbor was in. His son does contracting. I explained the problem, we'll hook up.

As I was speaking with him, Sybil pulls outta the driveway. Stoney runs out seconds later. They were going to the movies. So nice to be included. I know, pay the bills and shut the HELL up.

They get back, It goes on a tear about rearranging condiments in the fridge (no joke). Last time I'd touched ANYTHING therein, it had been days. Sick bitch.

But wait, it gets better! Stoney piles on, telling me my touching the fan in his room isn't needed. I replied "if that's how you thank me for shutting the window during the storm, you're welcome." Asshole.

Wonder who "bad cop" is?????

Now ask yourself, It claims to sponsor people in a 12 step program, one of whose slogans is "how important is it?" i.e. rearranging condiments? Its claim was that it made finding things therein  difficult. What do we have? An acres large walk in?

When Stoney got on his rag about touching his window/fan, It had to bud in: "what price are you willing to pay to pay to have a relationship with your son?" I'd agreed with him, seeking to deflate his search for a fight-exactly what he witnessed his mother doing. Hmmmmmmm. Wonder who "bad cop" is???

But, this am, Pilates and Spin. Again, life is good.

Day 1148

If it's not ONE thing..........

Ok, DID get my miles this am, barely. Headed out, was spritzing. No biggie. THEN, after 1m, BOOM. Shit. Ok, turn back or......pressed on, it WAS a passing shower. By this time I was soaked. Figured, wtf, turned back...then...THEN it stopped. JEEEEEEZ. A true test of your mettle. Pressed on further, again, BOOM. Fuck it, get the miles.

There's always the sauna @ the gym to dry off. Got my miles, did ok.

THAT was the good news.

Come to Toxichouse yesterday, broken glass all over the walk leading to the front steps. It had dropped a bottle of Its ever present Snapple. I'm tellin' ya, NOTHING about this bitch is user-friendly. Not only can It NOT use plastic bottles, but you'd think a normal person would've cleaned up the glass? Nope. Bitch IS useless.

Wonder why I need to run?

But wait, it gets better!!!!! Hadda look up, saw the roof of the den. The roof of the entire property had been redone 8 years ago. The den is in need of repair. FUCK me.

But, today I ran. Life is good.

Day 1147

close, soooooo close

Almost back on the beam. This am, Pilates, then Spin. Good. Knees are KILLING me, but not as much as my head.

Did what I hadda do to find my stuff-search through Sybil's, what do I find? My Neil Young and Led Zeppelin dvd's. It'd clearly raided my closet. Now, remember, this comes after It leaves a psychotic note re: "leave my stuff alone." What led to THAT? I'd organized the cupboard. Imagine.

And wait, it gets better: remember the chicken It raged @ me about? Not touched by a soul.

Frightening.

And again, has Stoney been taken to the plastic surgeon? Of course not.

But It DOES have an overdue credit card bill-minimum due: $300. Gee, wonder where the rage comes from?????

Day 1146

There'snoplacelikehomethere'snoplacelikehomethankGOD!!!!!

Toxichouse SUCKS.

3am, BITCH can't find the remote, makes it a point to barge into the bedroom to bogart mine. Surreal. Really. THEN has the balls to rage!!!!!

And, wait, it gets better, when I come in from this am's run, a psychotic note awaits me.

Truly not to be believed.

And, did the BITCH ever take Stoney to the plastic surgeon? Of course not.

Useless twat.

Day 1145

Trudging on empty

Ok, couldn't get a room @ the Y yesterday-had gone into Manhattan to (hopefully) play all day, crash, then see Ian Hunter, then race the next day in Central Park. So much for THAT idea. Got to the Y, booked SOLID. So, off to the LIRR, back to Toxichouse (pant pant pant), eat, shower, BACK into NYC. Venue had JUST opened its doors, got my ticket, hung on The Highline for an hour, then back to the Ballroom to claim my spot (standing/general admission). Thank GOD I did. ALMOST bailed, was very frustrated my script wasn't followed-when was the last time I couldn't get a room (then again, i always have a res). Oh well, made it in plenty of time for the concert-though my back and forth from manhattan WAS insane.

No opening act (THANK YOU GOD!!!), Ian SMOKED. My idol from WAY back, and to be mere feet away, wow. Glad I didn't bail.

Back to Toxichouse for a few hours sleep, then BACK to NYC for this am's race. See what I mean? Would be SO much easier to live in the city.

But again, glad I did it this way. Remember Bitch lost it because I had the gall to eat a wilted salad, there'd been ANOTHER one, in the fridge, wilted ('natch), this morning-in the garbage. Amazing. It didn't want it, but obviously was looking for a reason to go off (duh). THEN, the chicken It called me about, STILL there. Sensing a pattern.

BUT, Saw ZZ Wed, Ian last night, and this am, got a way cool free shirt. Remember the race thursday? The $30 water bottle? Some fashion running store was giving coupons to get you in store. An $80 value t shirt? FREE! And guess where the store is: 2 blocks from The Highline. Funny God, real funny.

*Pix below.

Day 1144

NOT what I expected, but not bad

Normally, don't enjoy running after work, let alone a race. BUT, with the concert the previous evening, needed a morning off, and thus-couldn't take an ENTIRE 24 hour rest. When the opportunity presented itself, yes, signed up for an evening race.

Same course as the Valentine's race-103rd n' Riverside. prob was: it wasn't a race by runners. Though hosted by a running store, it was managed by tourists. I.E. Prereg was $30, day of $50. AND, no shirts-water bottles. Not smart.

Anita got lsot-all the volunteers were @ the finish line. Not a well run race, in addition to The Shirts.

For me? I was satisfied. Got some miles, did ok.

Tonight IAN HUNTER.

Manana am, 4m.

Day 1143

Bitch

Hadda have my peep follow me back to Toxichouse-drop off the veeeeehicle as i was doing LIRR to get in after ZZ Top, in the process of driving there BITCH calls asking "where's the chicken?" There HAD been chicken in the freezer-2 weeks ago. 8:15 in the am, TWAT decides to cook. Amazing, truly amazing. So, as I said in the earlier post, I stopped by the store, picked up more chicken, shut the twat's mouth. But THAT wasn't enough. It went on a MAJOR tear, "I don't wanna be married anymore...." so much for taking a vow. Good religion teacher. Like everything else It did in Its life, trying to quit. No deal bitch.

So, ZZ last night, AMAZING!!!!!!!!! See pic below. I was confused-J Geils was @ Westbury-wow, vs. ZZ @ The Beacon. Came down to a coin flip. I made the right choice. 6th FUCKING row!!!!! Wow. Gotta ask my peep how J Geils was. He's a good guy-we'd both gone to see Joan Jett in Brooklyn. He's another who realizes flying solo is where it's at.

So, back to our drama.

After the BITCH went off about chicken (IMAGINE!!!!! I had the balls to eat something that'd been in the fridge, AND didn't tell It. apparently I married Helen Keller!!!), I get in after the concert-Stoney was in a fight. Broke his nose. It hadda take him to the ER, then today, Plastic Surgeon. Heeeee heeeee. Good. AND, when I try getting info, "no one should fight..." Bitch REALLY doesn't get it.

So NOW we, again, see the root of evil-taking responsibility for ANYTHING.

1)Rather than admit It NEVER checks, fly into a rage that I actually consumed something from the fridge.

2)Rather than follow through on committment, try to quit marriage.

3)Rather than embrace the situation and do some parenting, blame me for everything wrong with westerm civilization.

Thank GOD for ZZ Top.

Day 1142

Hmmmmm

Last night, late. Sons of Anarchy back on, 90 mins, fuck!!!!! So, up WAY past my bedtime. But, worth it. GREAT show!

Up 90 minutes after I usually do, no run either. After yesterday, Pilates this am. Fortunately also, the Instructor showed, on time no less! Their supervisor was whip cracking, good. After the other Instructor pulled a no call/no show (AND I REALLY needed that class), it was good to have today proceed as scheduled.

Tonight ZZ Top.

On the road, Sybil calls asking if I ate chicken that was in the fridge. Doesn't quite seem to internalize the nature of an emergency. Now, remember, THIS was the chicken that had been in the freezer, for 2 weeks. Having absolutely ZERO frustration tolerance, and having done not a goddamned thing last night, @ 8:15 this am, It decides to cook! Fortunately I was local, bought some "replacement chicken." Stroll into Toxichouse handing it to It, of course It goes off. "I don't want to be married," "I'm talking to a lawyer..." whatever.

Normal people? Cook in the am. This one, does whatever, whenever. Pedrito's wife hit the nail on the head (nailing a realization I'd had centuries ago), when she said that It never grew up and was never a wife.

Day 1141

..and what have we done?.....

11 years after 9/11, and what have we done? Learned? All I know, people say "hello" more often, hold doors for one another more often. That doesn't suck. AND, we got the motherfucker who masterminded it.

This am, got my miles. Needed it. Was absolutely delightful-started with long sleeves, then topless after 1/3 into it. Barely broke a sweat. Now, again, life is good.

Days like this really make ya take stock. Reaffirmed my conviction: you're born solo, you go out solo. Had a wife, so much for that. Have a son I loved, now, who knows. All I know: I daily do the best I can. If it was to end now, I did it as it needed to be done.

Day 1140

GRRRRRRRR!

Ok, MOST people would take a rest day, but as any good marathoner knows, there ARE no rest days.

TRIED to go to Pilates, instructor late, then half hearted. Talked too much, instructed too little.

Then, off to nail down the job, then back for Spin. Instructor didn't show!!!!! So, did our own thing. Funny part, not ONE participant left!

NOT what I had in mind, but, gotta accept the things....

Day 1139

Close

Bitch comes in yesterday evening, WITH the gym bag, what happened? It recalled what It perceived as my past transgressions, decided to pay me back with vandalism and theft. amazing. Truly amazing. What the FUCK It stood to gain from stealing, I haven't a clue, especially when It was the obvious perp.

And you STILL wonder why my pace sucks? Just putting one foot in front of the other is a major accomplishment. No support, every move to sabotage my efforts attempted. Amazing.

But wait, it got better! When Bitch finally strolled in, It couldn't admit It had a psychotic break, went on ANOTHER tear, about eating "my food." ????? There was a takeout tray with WILTED salad, I ate it. Imagine????? Aren't I a bastard? Actually eating something that was in the fridge. Call the lawyer!!!

So, today the Bronx 10m, what used to be the 1/2. Good. 3 less miles, good. Actually found a parking spot, on the street no less! Remember, I last attempted this run years ago, and d.n.s'd because I couldn't find parking. THIS time, new course, AND, if all else failed, parking @ The Stadium.

So, I sucked, but I finished. Really found it hard to NOT take walk breaks. BUT, I got my 4/5 for The Half, got my medal, THEN left the truck parked, headed into Manhattan to catch a (godawful, but hey, I tried) flick, then back to Toxichouse. Snaggletooth and ITS groupie on the porch inventorizing everyone-as IT never leaves ITS 4 walls.

A very good day, tough, but fun. Saw my peeps-Renegades, Big Bird, Sal.....really fun. Then.....back to Where The Hurt Is.

Pix below.

Day 1138

KNEW it was too good to be true!!!!!

Come in from a local 5k this am, It is on a TEAR!!!!! About what? I haven't a clue, all I know: MORE of my shit was missing, what WAS here is vandalized. One means I use to keep the cunt from fucking with my stuff is I seal boxes w/packing tape. ALL were opened, a large, with a lock on it no less, gym bag full of running clothes-missing. Surreal. Really. And you wonder why my pace time sucks? Just not slashing my wrists is a major accomplishment.

Day 1137

alllllmost there

Ok, last evening, all well. Strange. No lawyer talk, no mediator talk. Proves my point.

This am, hadda flip a coin, run or gym? Decided to save myself for the weekend 5k and 10m. Who do I bump into @ the gym, leaving as I was entering? Walcott. The guy's a beast! Bless him. Ok God, my decision was a good one.

Spin this am, feel like I'm back on track.

Day 1136

WTF?????

So, during "lunch," yesterday, I boogied to Toxichouse to clear the air with crazy lady. Of course, It was nowhere to be found, crap everywhere.

Cut to last night. I was off because of the club meeting, tired, and pissed. Stan's an asshole. So, we had some speakers-very good, but still, their 9pm is my 3am. So after their hour, we had our membership meeting. Even the walker's rep walked out. What a friggin' pain in the ass.

THEN, back to Toxichouse. Lo and behold, Sybil was actually human.

Cut to this am, actually threw an "I love you" @ me as I left. WTF???????????

Unfortunately, the fly in the ointment was: went to the gym for Spin class, nothing. No notice, no class. FUCK!!!!! Good thing I ran yesterday.

Tactical Error!

Actually had the unmitigated stupidity to head to Toxichouse to attempt to speak with the mental patient. Tried, repeatedly, to call It. No dice.

So, no car in the driveway. Crap all over the living room, crap all over the dining room, crap all over my bedroom. Looks like you emptied a closet, upside down. Really makes me feel good about paying the mortgage. For a slum.

Day 1135

JEEEEEEEZ!!!!!

Ok, made it through yesterday evening unscathed, or so I thought. Stoney being a dick. Thinkin' I'm lying to him-he tries to log onto an online student thing for his district. For some reason it's not letting him log in from home. From the job I have no prob. Even offered to drive him into the job to prove to the little shit that I'm not lying. He's drinking his mother's kool-aid. Of course It portrays me as scum, so what is he left to believe. And yes, I DID indicate It can be set up with Its own account. No, easier to paint me in a Satanic light. Think: why would I lie to him about accessing an online student database? His answer "you lie all the time." Ahhhhh, great to be home ain't it???

Wake up this am to a vitriolic note. "Seeking a lawyer...mediator......your son......" amazing how when It is tired my satanic quotient rises. All I'm guilty of is going to work and coming home.

BUT, this am, got my miles. Life is worthwhile yet again.

*And were was MY mail yesterday, under a chair cushion. But I'M accused of stealing mail??????????

Day 1134

Home is where the hurt is!

So, got back, did the lawn, chillaxed. Went to sleep.

10:48 Sybil turns on the lights, rages, retreats. Surreal. Absolutely surreal. REALLY regretted ever going back. Still do.

Now, remember, did anyone pick up the dogshit for 3 days???? Did anyone do ANYTHING? No. Easier to rage @ me. Totally absolves one of any responsibility.

And best of all: what's stuck to the fridge: the gas bill. HADDA open it. Of course, I responded with: "if you open it, pay it."

Ahhhh, no place like home........

Day 1133

Travel day.

Back, shot. Running that distance really doesn't do wonders for the lower back.

HAD intended to sleep in, but @ 9am, housekeeping was knocking. Don't blame them, it WAS a full house, so much for sleeping in.

Was soooo close to returning to Toxichouse last night, but with those two dying to tear me a new one @ every turn, take advantage of consecutive peaceful nights' sleep.

Back into the fray!

Day 1132

 Hurts so good!!!!!

Up predawn, kept hitting snooze. Good news: my commute was easy. Bad news: unpredictable MTA. BUT, hooked up with my Long Island peeps, chatted with Rob, had a good run.

AND, lo and behold, I get back here and a pic is already on Facebook. Dayum they beez fast!!!!!

Run, check!!!

Did the Pat LaFontaine 1m. A.K.A. my excuse to get him to sign something-my yearly mission. This year, a hockey puck. Remember when Anita contacted me to go to the Islander's game-where they gave (thanks to Rick DiPietro) a hotdog, drink, and hockey puck to all fans? Of course, the Rican in me thought: "perfect!" So, brought the puck with me for him to sign.

Prerace shook his hand, the fucking guy remembered me. Even without the beard!

After, when I presented him with the puck-ever the gentleman-he thanked me for coming out. I, of course, responded with "my yearly signature" (did it AGAIN!!! Remember I did that to Stephen Colbert? Why do I have a mental block with the word "autograph???"). He responded "you must have 8 of these already." Fucking guy remembered! And that was when I had the beard. You've no idea how many don't recognize me.

Had fun!!!

Then, drive-by @ Toxichouse, showered, then back to my REAL home-Manhattan.

Tomorrow, bright and early, the Manhattan Run.

***pix below.

Day 1131

Back!

For only a day, then back OUT.

Back to Toxichouse for a night. This am, the 1m Pat LaFontaine run, then hit the LIRR to where I really belong. Spending the night in nyc, do The Manhattan Run, then hang til Labor Day. Nice.

Looking forward to this weekend.

Back to Toxichouse, moving debris, what do I find in Shebitch's bag o' crap? My shirts. Nice of The Bitch to steal my clothes. Why? How do YOU spell "mental Bitch?"