OT: (long) Jesus is a jogger....... (Vegas story #1)
While in Vegas, my best friend and I learned a close friend of ours had passed away. He had been battling cancer and was moved to hospice care shortly before we left, so we knew the end was near. My BF was closer to him than I, but he was still a treasured friend to both of us. We got the news at dinner around 7pm or so, I was on my way back to the hotel room, leaving my BF to kick it with a friend of hers local to Vegas. I asked if she was okay, she said she was - I jetted. She got back to the room around 11:30pm and after about 20min, she started to break. I told her let's go get into something to not get all in the dumps - we took off to go gamble. We stayed in the casino till about 5:30am..........
Now - important note here - I don't gamble for the money, I gamble for the drinks. Cape Cods to be exact. If you don't know - that's vodka, cranberry juice and a lime. After parking my behind at the Blackjack table at around 1:20am, I worked out a timing system whereby I could drain a glass in the amount of time it took the waitress to make a round on the floor....... so by 5:30am, I'd had at LEAST 10 of them sunzabytches....... my BF was drinking Bacardi and diet coke (never understood why the diet, if you drinkin - go HARD! lol) and she was putting em back too. We got back to the room at about 6am - again, after about 20min, she started getting all melancholy. Then she said she was going to go for a run to 'clear her head and get her mind off things'....... I know she's drunk and I didn't want her out on the Vegas streets at 6am running alone, so I got dressed and went with her.
Ummm, another important note.... up until this time, my 'running' experience amounted to time on a treadmill in an air conditioned gym and no more than 20 min. Even with the 20 min, I was doing intervals of no more than 3min of running at a time. Total distance - MAYBE 1.2 miles on a good day......... So - we started out on this run - she'd run the strip the day before (I worked out in the hotel gym - their treadmills had lil fans you could turn on and point at your face - I like those.....) and we did some stretching and fast walking before breaking into a jog. Now - for the first mile, it was actually good. Being so early in the morning, the temp felt like the high 70s and there was a constant breeze that made the air very nicely cooled. I thought to myself 'so THIS is why white folk jog - this is kinda nice!' I gained a deeper understanding of Forrest Gump - I might do a county line run after my next breakup.........
We ran up the strip, almost end to end, then crossed at convention center blvd and went to Paradise blvd and started back. While the first leg up the strip had been just fine, it was halfway thru the cross over that things began to crumble. We stopped and got bottles of water (we were sweating like freakin pigs) and I even picked up a pack of gum (chewing helps me focus). I figured I wa****ting the 'wall' that runners refer to, so I decided it was a mental game to push thru.......
At what had to be the 2.75 mile marker, my legs which had previously just been sending lil aching pangs started hollering at me. Ever had a body part yell at you? It can be pretty loud. I lift weights as a regular workout routine and can leg press over 200lbs. Even at my last set of those workouts, my legs haven't ever talked to me as loud and as bad as that 2.75 'discussion'. My legs were very upset with my choice to run - and made it clear on no uncertain terms that either I was gonna get my Black azz in a cab, or they were going to make life miserable for me for the rest of the run. My BF was still soldiering on, so I decided to suck it up and continue.......
At mile 3, Jesus showed up. By mile 3, the sun had come up so the heat was coming on and the 10 or so Cape Cods lost their numbing effect on my senses - I was feeling the pain. Jesus was running right beside me, shaking his head. We talked for a lil bit......
me: JC!!!! What's up man??!!! How you been baby?
JC: I am good, my child. But I see you are at it again *tsk tsk* (I hate it when Jesus snickers at me, makes me feel so juvenile) me: I know man, I know. But at least I'm not driving this time, right? *big smile*
JC: That is a good point, but my Dad wasn't really that impressed.
me: Figures - your Dad is such a stickler for everything. You're usually the forgiving one.
JC: Why do you insist on challenging yourself like this? I know we don't talk that much, but do you really want to meet me full on that bad?
me: Nawwww JC - I just couldn't let my BF be out here alone, ya know? You did teach me to be a good friend..... I do try to keep to that lesson.
JC: yes, my child - you do. That pleases me greatly.
me: COOL! So ummm, can I ask a favor?
JC: What my child?
me: Can you do like the Footprints poem thingee and do the one pair of footprints thing? You know, carry me? I am really tired.......
JC: *wincing* Sorry, not gonna be able to do that. This was clearly your own very stupid decision. I only do rides when my Dad puts a hurtin on you and you almost break under the weight. I told you after that 5th drink you needed to stop - you didn't want to listen, so now you pay the price. I hear the Piper has raised his rates.......
me: Dang. We can't cut a deal or nothing? I could get you some new shoes.... running in those sandals has got to be killing your feet......
JC: Thanks, but the pain isn't more than I can bear - I'll be fine.
me: *pouting* aiiight then, JC. It's all good. Guess I can't be choosy.....
JC: Just be glad you're not going to hell...... today..........
me: That's good to know! Thanks for the talk, man. Tell my homie I said hey
JC: I got you - lemme get back home, I hear your friend had started a training class and already kicked Moses out for being late from break.
me: kicked Moses out???? you gotta be kidding!
JC: Yea, I hear he said something like 'this may be Heaven and all, but this is MY class and in here I am running the show! You do what God says when you out there, but in here, you do what *I* say'........
I barely made it back to the sofa in the hotel room - when I totaled the distance, we ran 4.2 miles that day - a distance I have NEVER done. On one hand, I'm proud of my accomplishment, on the other hand, I want to wring my BF's neck for making me run that dayum far!!!!!! I've been running more in the gym ever since - but I drink Powerade instead of vodka.......... LOL!!!!
Now - important note here - I don't gamble for the money, I gamble for the drinks. Cape Cods to be exact. If you don't know - that's vodka, cranberry juice and a lime. After parking my behind at the Blackjack table at around 1:20am, I worked out a timing system whereby I could drain a glass in the amount of time it took the waitress to make a round on the floor....... so by 5:30am, I'd had at LEAST 10 of them sunzabytches....... my BF was drinking Bacardi and diet coke (never understood why the diet, if you drinkin - go HARD! lol) and she was putting em back too. We got back to the room at about 6am - again, after about 20min, she started getting all melancholy. Then she said she was going to go for a run to 'clear her head and get her mind off things'....... I know she's drunk and I didn't want her out on the Vegas streets at 6am running alone, so I got dressed and went with her.
Ummm, another important note.... up until this time, my 'running' experience amounted to time on a treadmill in an air conditioned gym and no more than 20 min. Even with the 20 min, I was doing intervals of no more than 3min of running at a time. Total distance - MAYBE 1.2 miles on a good day......... So - we started out on this run - she'd run the strip the day before (I worked out in the hotel gym - their treadmills had lil fans you could turn on and point at your face - I like those.....) and we did some stretching and fast walking before breaking into a jog. Now - for the first mile, it was actually good. Being so early in the morning, the temp felt like the high 70s and there was a constant breeze that made the air very nicely cooled. I thought to myself 'so THIS is why white folk jog - this is kinda nice!' I gained a deeper understanding of Forrest Gump - I might do a county line run after my next breakup.........
We ran up the strip, almost end to end, then crossed at convention center blvd and went to Paradise blvd and started back. While the first leg up the strip had been just fine, it was halfway thru the cross over that things began to crumble. We stopped and got bottles of water (we were sweating like freakin pigs) and I even picked up a pack of gum (chewing helps me focus). I figured I wa****ting the 'wall' that runners refer to, so I decided it was a mental game to push thru.......
At what had to be the 2.75 mile marker, my legs which had previously just been sending lil aching pangs started hollering at me. Ever had a body part yell at you? It can be pretty loud. I lift weights as a regular workout routine and can leg press over 200lbs. Even at my last set of those workouts, my legs haven't ever talked to me as loud and as bad as that 2.75 'discussion'. My legs were very upset with my choice to run - and made it clear on no uncertain terms that either I was gonna get my Black azz in a cab, or they were going to make life miserable for me for the rest of the run. My BF was still soldiering on, so I decided to suck it up and continue.......
At mile 3, Jesus showed up. By mile 3, the sun had come up so the heat was coming on and the 10 or so Cape Cods lost their numbing effect on my senses - I was feeling the pain. Jesus was running right beside me, shaking his head. We talked for a lil bit......
me: JC!!!! What's up man??!!! How you been baby?
JC: I am good, my child. But I see you are at it again *tsk tsk* (I hate it when Jesus snickers at me, makes me feel so juvenile) me: I know man, I know. But at least I'm not driving this time, right? *big smile*
JC: That is a good point, but my Dad wasn't really that impressed.
me: Figures - your Dad is such a stickler for everything. You're usually the forgiving one.
JC: Why do you insist on challenging yourself like this? I know we don't talk that much, but do you really want to meet me full on that bad?
me: Nawwww JC - I just couldn't let my BF be out here alone, ya know? You did teach me to be a good friend..... I do try to keep to that lesson.
JC: yes, my child - you do. That pleases me greatly.
me: COOL! So ummm, can I ask a favor?
JC: What my child?
me: Can you do like the Footprints poem thingee and do the one pair of footprints thing? You know, carry me? I am really tired.......
JC: *wincing* Sorry, not gonna be able to do that. This was clearly your own very stupid decision. I only do rides when my Dad puts a hurtin on you and you almost break under the weight. I told you after that 5th drink you needed to stop - you didn't want to listen, so now you pay the price. I hear the Piper has raised his rates.......
me: Dang. We can't cut a deal or nothing? I could get you some new shoes.... running in those sandals has got to be killing your feet......
JC: Thanks, but the pain isn't more than I can bear - I'll be fine.
me: *pouting* aiiight then, JC. It's all good. Guess I can't be choosy.....
JC: Just be glad you're not going to hell...... today..........
me: That's good to know! Thanks for the talk, man. Tell my homie I said hey
JC: I got you - lemme get back home, I hear your friend had started a training class and already kicked Moses out for being late from break.
me: kicked Moses out???? you gotta be kidding!
JC: Yea, I hear he said something like 'this may be Heaven and all, but this is MY class and in here I am running the show! You do what God says when you out there, but in here, you do what *I* say'........
I barely made it back to the sofa in the hotel room - when I totaled the distance, we ran 4.2 miles that day - a distance I have NEVER done. On one hand, I'm proud of my accomplishment, on the other hand, I want to wring my BF's neck for making me run that dayum far!!!!!! I've been running more in the gym ever since - but I drink Powerade instead of vodka.......... LOL!!!!
Sorry to hear that your friend has passed! You will always keep him in your heart. Plus when you get to heaven you know he will be right there waiting on you, so you make sure you are on time cause you already know.. Lovely story and congrats on making such an accomplisment on running such a far distance. Now you know you can do it!
MM - That was comic relief at its very best! I haven't laughed that hard in weeks! I'm sitting here at work searching for some tissue to wipe up the tears (and snot) for laughing so hard! That was priceless! I actually had a full visual of you and JC jogging down the strip having this conversation......LMAO!!.....
....I needed that today! Thanks!
J
....I needed that today! Thanks!J
Run MsMack Run, lol. I'll be watching for your future running thread.
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