We all know the Yinzteam Polar Bear Plunge is tomorrow morning. For those of you who are joining us — swimming or support — here are the details: * The Crappys — including my parents — will in the Mon Wharf lot by 8:30. As we’ve done the past two years, we’re going to park… Read More swimming eve.
Yes, I’m going to do it again. Yes, we’ll be in the Mon Wharf parking lot, on the side closer to the Point, by 9 a.m. Sunday. Yes, I still think this is the best way possible to start the new year. No, it’s not going to be as warm as it was last Jan.… Read More swim (volume four).
A few minutes after 10 a.m. Saturday, I crossed the mat on North Shore Drive, set to run for 3.1 miles. Thirty-six minutes and fifty-two seconds later, I was done. Tired. And awfully happy. I was really concerned about my pace at first — I was pretty keyed up and didn’t want to start too… Read More done (with some help).
Since the beginning of October, I’ve been spending a lot of time with a mysterious English woman. We usually meet early in the morning, often before sunrise, when she would spend a half-hour whispering sweet nothings to me in that amazing accent. “Warm up.” “Run!” “Walk.” “Run!” “Cool down.” Spicy stuff, right? But as I… Read More saying goodbye.
Sure, I’ve posted a couple times since I completely punted National Blog Posting Month, but there’s been a bunch of stuff I missed in the meantime. So: A) Bullet post. B) Completely ignoring the fact that I punted National Blog Posting Month, especially now that we’re seven days into December C) QUIT ROLLING YOUR EYES… Read More a month.
If you and I have: Had a beer Watched hockey Attended a tailgate party Cooked for each other Jumped in the Mon Gotten sloppy over sangria Gone out for dinner Raved about music Choked down a 649 Traded soup Met for lunch Sat around a campfire Seen a concert Talked on Twitter, by text or… Read More you. yes, you.
Uncle Crappy 