Day 1617

No, Virginia, you CAN'T make this stuff up.

Come in yesterday, Stoney room reeks. He's been using the greyhound style toilet in his room to smoke, but that wasn't the point. what's sitting atop his top drawer, a bag w/weed. Bold ain't he. That's not what irks me, what gets me is the absolute disrespect for the house. But fuckit, that's what he wants, live in a shithole. His useless mother is the part that kills me. Teach religion, how many abortions you have? 12 step the northeast, what've you done re: your son's abusing an illegal substance IN YOUR HOME? But, I'm Satan.

Wake up, a note taped to the fridge, "don't touch the food I bought," the fridge is stocked w/cold cuts." Not "I know you have The Big One Sunday," or anything vaguely encouraging.

It isn't 26.2 miles, it's hours of peace from useless Bitch.

Day 1616

4 days, 2 runs to go.

Manana pm rain predicted, otherwise it's been smooth.

Did a spin class last night to stay outta Toxichouse until necessary, Tuesday nights are Sons of Anarchy nights-so gotta stay up late.

The Line this am and tomorrow, the expo, rest, then, THEN.....

Day 1615

Close.

5 more days until The Big One. If conditions match those of these few days, perfect. Crisp in the early am, then much nicer-65 ish. Cool, not cold.

2 more days of The Line-after today, then dinner w/ the peeps, then a rest day., then...THEN...unless a superstorm hits.

Day 1614

:)

Felt I did ok yesterday, Central Park 5m/only walked twice through water stops, knees held up. Checked the results: BROKE 10 MINUTES!!!!!!! Nice. AND, was in the 51%. Nice to know I can do it when I need to.

Then, back to Toxichouse. It went out to dinner w/Stoney. No $ for oil, but it took my brother and his wife, with Stoney, out to dinner. Did It tell me? convenient of me to have family when It needs them isn't it? Sure beats cooking.

Bitch.

Day 1613

Didn't suck.

5m in Central Park, the start of Marathon Week. Felt good. Walked through 2 water stops, but otherwise did well. Ran strong. No gels, 2 bananas-my new standard.

Felt actually...what's the word...GOOD?

Day 1612

This has been a VERY cool couple'a days away from Toxichouse. Remember: Saturday is "I'm calling the lawyer, I'm going to the judge, I'm taking you to court..." so I-unfortunately-must be away. Really ups my bottom line costs (could actually easily pay for oil, IF I had even a vaguely welcoming domicile). Instead, untold expenses are wasted on these weekends. Oh well.

Set out for a 5k in Baldwin, but was not to be. Got hopelessly lost. So, doubled back and did The Line. Glad I did. 3.1 miles vs. 6.5? No brainer. And with The Big One in a week, no time to fuck around.

Would be soooooo  nice to have a decent home, rather than the kinda place you must spend every penny to avoid. Bitch doesn't even see this. Ask when it last cleaned? When I was in Albany, did anyone pick up the dogshit? But of course I was called on the carpet re: my whereabouts.

I'd love nothing better than to come in and chill, but since Stoney sees fit to invade my privacy, and Bitch does all It can to render the place unliveable, best to avoid.

I run therefore I am.

*****And another area of concern. Here I am, top of my career. Am I allowed to enjoy any of it? Is there any household pride in the professional who went from blacklisted to boss. No, rather, my son tells his mother everything I typed in chat rooms. If Bitch were useful would I need chat rooms????? But It never ceases to take my inventory. Nice to be so perfect.

Day 1611

Drive by.

Away for 3 days, touch base, then away for 2. Perfect.

Bitch lost, it, calling my brother wondering where I went.......moron. As if he knew?

Did It tell me of its plans to go to Aruba, with my son??? Yet pleads poverty?

Day 1610

:)

Had a GREAT run yesterday pm. Miss my morning routine, but, we must be flexible. In addition, since my hills aren't here, got some ellip time in. Looked down, there's a pool-no one in it......sooooooooooo got in some swim time. Felt like a child again.

Unfortunately, turn into a pumpkin later. The drive back into nyc is always a 'roid, but, must enjoy the time one has when one has it.

Day 1609

3 day conference=3 days of peace.

Uberbitch came in the night before I left, WOKE ME UP. Really, thinks nothing of awakening a sleeping person. Yet, I get reamed for being noisy in the am. Funny thing is: when It wants to know whether I was in or not, it hasta ask Stoney. Guess I'm not THAT noisy???????

Nice to be actually able to...what's the word......SLEEP UNDISTURBED.

Day 1608

Doing ok.

After sunday night, Sybil raging, really mean unkind unforgiveable things coming out of Its mouth, after a day, I'm ok.

Worst part was: if its friends or fellow religion assholes could see Its behavior, It'd be banished. But fuckit, God knows wassup.

Less than 2 weeks to go and The Big One will be upon us. I'm psyched. Thank God I have important things. Sucks that my own son rues the sight of me, has been turned against me, but this is typical. I'm bad cop. hurts way more than you will ever know (I hope.). No one should feel this pain, but it is what it is. I must be true, one of us must be a parent. Imagine: He demands reimbursement for the $$$ he spent to buy someone else's urine, and It backs him up? As he leaves evidence/ashes in the sink???????

Thank GOD I can run.

Day 1607

Home IS where the hurt is

Spent a terrific weekend AWAY from Stoney and Uberbitch, but eventually, gotta come back. @ first all was well, Stoney asked if I took his bottle of urine, and Bitch said nothing. He admitted paying someone for it, and wanted reimbursement. Yes, this is not fiction.

Uberbitch comes back from mass, then all hell broke loose (THIS is what Jesus would do?). Take me to court...will come to my job and embarrass me (no worries, they know It's a Bitch)...all in front of Stoney, who-of course-piles on. And they actually think this helps?

And yes, I'd call Safety and have It carted away.

Day 1606

Nice little getaway!

Did the Oysterfest 5k, then stayed in Queens. Nice lil' overnighter. Looong hill for the first mile, plus, hadda take a piss break, so my time was off. But it's ok. This am is a multiloop 2.3 miler. I'm aiming for 3 loops, at least. If I can do that I'll have met my goal. Don't wanna get injured before The Big One, and, with this week's sched up in the air, wanna be careful.

Day 1605

What was he thinking???

The good news: Stoney applied for a gig @ Target.

the bad news: see above.

What's bad about it? The urine test. THC stays in the system for over a month, so think, how would he pass the urine test? Well, guess what I found in the fridge? A bottle of someone else's. And best of all, his idiot mother didn't even see it.

...but I'm Satan.

Day 1604

Bros before ho's

Got a phone call  from Pedrito, worked good, we talked. How cool was it to actually speak unfiltered? No Angela or SuperBitch in the way?

Turns out, of course, he knew nothing of what was ACTUALLY going on. Didn't know Stoney was still smoking daily, not working, that The SuperBitch bought him a car, yet cried poverty while threatening to take me to court. surprise surprise.

So yes, got my miles. Beat the rain fortunately.

Still, sucks to come in after working hard to face a psycho and a son who's been turned against you on total bullshit. But at least Pedrito knows how psycho the Bitch is. Why the fuck he listens to it is anyone's guess.

And best of all, he knew nothing of the Uber Bitch taking Stoney shopping. Great to spend $$$ on someone else's dime isn't it? Wonder where the weed $$$ comes from?


...but I'm Satan.

Got oil?

Day 1603

End is in sight!

Was considered for a Microsoft shoot today, didn't get the gig, but that isn't the point. Just to be considered is a big deal. The fat kid who couldn't do a lap around the gym is doing a marathon in 2 weeks, and was considered for a modeling gig. Running been good to me!

This am, try to beat the rain, get my miles then maybe spin.

Day 1602

Crazy bitch

Come in, Stoney's home, asking about "do you have a copy of your taxes." Of course it's Uberbitch behind it. Wait until I do my own, as opposed to "The household" taxes this time. let the Psycho fend for Itself. all It's looking to do is spoil for a fight, as though I'm hiding untold millions. Add to this, the "are you giving me $ for oil." Sure, lemme print some more cash. Try NOT BUYING CRAP, that you then will havta try to sell @ a garage sale-but no one will buy because ITS CRAP.

Intermittent explosive personality disorder. In other words: CRAZY BITCH.

But, I ran, I'm good.

Just to settle myself before going to Toxichouse, did a spin class yesterday eve. Felt like coming home. the instructor even said she felt like I'd abandoned her. We ARE a funny lot.

But unfortunately, hadda come back to Toxichouse.

Day 1601

You really can't make this stuff up.

We have a dresser in the bedroom, of which I had a drawer. Note: "had." Yes, UberBitch strikes again. In that drawer I had vintage shirts, a Ramones shirt, a shirt from a rock n' roll shop in the village that's no long gone. Well, the contents of the drawer are now long gone. Fucking psycho.

Pay the bills, do as you're told, but you're not entitled to one fucking drawer.

Enjoy winter.

Day 1600

(Been a long time)

Made it through Staten Island with good memories. Can't believe saw Dim Sum Peep AND Dennis Walcott. Amazing. Not as good as Grete's-4 minutes slower-and-for this one I could feel I ran outta gas after 6.5, but, I finished. Good thing I didn't plan the double-St.Stan's @ 1 pm. Would'a been in that neighborhood a half hour too late.

A good training run, a nice way to spend what turned out to be a beautiful day.

Day 1599

Done!

Serious misgivings re; today's 1/2. If it was raining or parking was a hassle, was prepped to bail. Other races. But, this would complete the 5 borough series, and, was preregged. So, did it.

Glad I did.

Helped to know the logistics beforehand though. There usually is parking @ the stadium, not today-there was a big S.I. day thing hap'nin' there, so use the adjoining lots. In addition, you hadda be ready to sit forever after. I didn't leave the parking lot 'til 12:30. Staten island is ALWAYS a pain in the ass-either one lane getting off the island, or some other 'roid. But again, glad I did it. Lost steam after 6.5 miles, but I did ok. Also, my predawn Dim Sum peep was there-we're never alone. AND, 1200 metres from the finish, Dennis Walcott! Bastard came in @ 1:48. Scary dude.

While waiting in the parking lot, some Long Island usual suspects said hi! Really, never ever alone. just don't expect to get out quick.

All in all, no rain, I'm good.

*Pic of the medal below.

Day 1598

5k this am, @ my second home. Not a bad thing; w/manana's 1/2, today really should be a rest day. So, a 5k's the next best thing. Worked out. Rain had been predicted from yesterday through tomorrow. Thus far, nothing. So, got my miles yesterday, this am's 5k is a go, and manana's 1/2 looks dry. Was half hoping to bail on manana's race, Staten Island suuuuuuuuuucks, but, need the miles.

Day 1597

Made it!!!!!

Another week under our belt! And best (so far), no rain! Might get my miles in dry.

Manana, 5k @ the Y. Nice. Reminds me of the old days when we were a cohesive group. Then Sunday, if it doesn't rain, a 1/2. The worst one-Staten Island. But, to you it's a 1/2, to me, 4 hours of peace away from Bitch. AND, a medal! Plan B, the 10k in Bed Stuy.

Day 1596

Better!

After doing 86th w/Pret, was concerned pace would suffer. All worked out. Makes sense really. 6.5-10 with rolling hills, alternating with 5 flat @ a faster pace. Felt good.

And until now, rain held off. Good. Next couple'a days will be dicey. This is why we get miles while we can!

Bitch breaking my balls for taxes. Next year, I'll have mine done solo. This is what I get for taking care of them for years. Can't wait to see Its reaction when It realizes It'll havta pay. Imagine having nothing taken out/no deductions. That was fine as long as I did them. Satan's finished being used.

Day 1595

Didn't suck

Did 86th ave w/Pret, not bad. Really should'a been a rest day after doing a half, but if you treat the half as a training run, it's just another day. Thus, rather than 6.5 with rolling hills, did 5 flat @ race pace. Pret's injury pace is my race pace, so it worked out. And, since I'd been doing The Line daily, mixing it up doesn't suck either.

Not bad, just gotta go with the flow!

Come in, in Tupperware is the remainder of my birthday cake, with a stickit note marked "keith's." Amazing, you really can't make this shit up.

Day 1594

What goes around...

Got a text from Pret, didn't fall off the earth I guess, gonna lace 'em up this am for old times sake.

Actually got my miles in yesterday, rain was predicted, it didn't hit until evening. Good. Really should'a taken a day off after the 1/2, but if I really treated the 1/2 as a training run, the break isn't necessary. Plus, going short (er) with Pret, it evens out.

Day 1593

Happy Birthday!

54 years old. Come in, I'd hung my marathon bibs in the kitchen, gone. Figures. An actual accomplishment, in the garbage. As he sits and stays high, and It lifts not a finger. But It has the closet. Friggin' psycho. I can move my stuff, but It'll still be nuts. Good thing it teaches religion (?).

Did the half, great way to celebrate a birthday. Did well for the first 6.5, then well...suffice to say I didn't break 2 hours (my dream). Yes, hadda take walk breaks, but yes, I also was in the 50%. Nice.

Later in the evening, a birthday cake and stratch off tickets. I was touched and surprised.

Day 1592

Not a bad way to age

Did a 5k In Flushing Meadows. Just an excuse to NOT take a day off before today's 1/2. And, since it was Queens, hadda do it. Turns out, was a small local race, with Curtis! Nice.

Now, I WAS concerned. Could I break 30, while taking it easy enough to not get injured (remember, 2 short years ago I couldn't do Flushing Meadows without walk breaks. Hell, a month ago I couldn't do shit without a walk break.). So, intended to just go out and have fun.

I won my age group!!!!! Last race as a 53 year old, came in second, 28 minutes, 9:05 pace. NIIIICE!!!!

But wait, there's more!!!

Got a call from the peeps: Birthday Dinner this afternoon. Nice!

Day 1591

Pure total bitch

WAS Saturdays-when BitchTwat used to go mental, now apparently it's Friday too (is THIS how one mentally decays? The psycho days increase?). I come in, first asked a lame question about a pan-that was the setup, then taxes? Oil? "give me $$$" "None of my friends....." Twat.

But wait, I have an answer. This year, get my solo taxes done. This way, if It wants a copy of the taxes, It can use Its own! PLUS, PAY YOUR OWN FUCKING TAXES. Remember, since we filed jointly last year, I paid for It!!!!! It has ZERO deductions from Its check. Loves to screw me.

Now let that sink in. It never said "I have paper to fill out for Keith's college." Rather "I need a copy of your taxes." Right. Then get them done yourself.

I guess that was Its way of thanking me for paying.

This from the person who sits in the backyard sunning (after surviving cancer, get SUN?????), in the midst of dogshit which you will never pick up, from a dog you never walk. But focus on what your psychotic brain told you I needed to give up.

Right.

All this for a healthy 18 year old who never worked, for whom a month and a half salary would pay tuition. Better to take him shopping on someone else's dime.

Right.

Day 1590

Because I can

Yesterday, ass draggin'. REALLY didn't wanna lace 'em up. But I did, got my miles. Good. When it's nice out and you're fed and rested, easy to go for a run. When your ass is draggin'...THAT'S when you see what you're made of. Got my miles. Good.


....and thereafter, the day went well. Odd that.   ;)

Day 1589

Jeeeez!

PAINFUL club meeting yesterday.

Anytime we gather to discuss race proceeds, it SUCKS. Last night was no dif. Only wrinkle: people walked out, as in: they knew what the meeting was about, then (bored members included) decided to be selfish and boogie. Assholes. Best of all: each asshole who boogied no longer runs.

Ahem, this IS a running club.

So yes, got my miles. Kept me sane.

Day 1588

Payday!

Second payment on Stoney's tuition due. Now, remember: Sybil freaked (as usual, leaving everything until late) re: his tuition, called my bro. Now also remember, who said-since Stoney was an embryo "save half, spend half," and the response I got? So, Sybil CHARGED the first tuition installment (remember Keith, if YOU can see anything I do online, anything anyone ELSE does can also be seen). It charges HIS tuition, as he has $ my bro gave him, which in a little over a month has seen $2,000 vanish. Expensive habits. The one $81 book purchased remains on the dining room table. Not even mentioning the kindness of my bro paying for his smoke. Well done.

...but I'm Satan.

A perfectly healthy male not working, living off others due to his enabler. Nice deal.

So, yes, got my miles. Freedom felt good.

And no, neither of them gives a fuck about me, and it's ok. they reap what they sow.

Day 1587

????????????

Sybil breaking my balls for tax papers (funny, I paid taxes on ITS income, and yet MY balls get broken. AND, who does the taxes???) It finally noticed (2nd week in September) that it was past time to get Stoney's financial aid papers submitted. So, naturally, everything MUST hinge on me, Satan. Of course, it could all be done online-remember Its computer classes? Really paid off didn't it (anything to NOT lift a finger in the house). So, here he is October 1, nothing going on. No job, no loan, nothing. Best of all, he has $3,000 in the bank. Started as $5,000 (Yes, Keith, if you can see all I do online, guess what, so can I), my brother was a great enabler. No job, no savings, yet smokes daily, and best yet: Bitch takes him shopping. But my tax forms are the center of attention. right.

Dumbass forgot my tax guy is in Vermont until April.

God forbid Stoney actually gets a job.

So, with this season upon us, temps are amazing. REALLY nice to run well and not sweat. starting to get back into form. Doesn't suck at all!

And yes, piles of Its crap ALL OVER still. 3 weeks now. Can barely see out the bedroom window.

Pig.