I know a ton of people who ran in the Pittsburgh Marathon last weekend — full, half, veterans and first-timers. And I’m proud of each and every single one of you. No matter what the time, you all killed it last week. And let’s be honest: I’m also jealous as hell. I was supposed to… Read More on your mark.
It’s Kentucky Derby Day. And it’s time for me to make a pick for today’s race. After conducting a thorough analysis of the horses, their bloodlines, the owners, the trainers, the jockeys, the odds and the expected weather at Churchill Downs today, I came up with exactly nothing. But how can I not pick a… Read More thank you, sir.
If I have to swallow some down time, I’m sure as hell going to enjoy it.* OK, I’m not going overboard — much — but I am going to try to worry slightly less about stuff until I’m ready to test the groin again. (I’m also apparently going to enjoy writing about my groin. Groin.… Read More sloth.
What I want to do next Sunday: Run the Pittsburgh Half Marathon. What I will do instead: Not run the Pittsburgh Half Marathon. What I’m doing is otherwise known as the Smart Option, but it’s definitely not the one I wanted to choose. After I completed my first 5K in December — and screwed around… Read More decision.
When I’m on vacation, apparently, I’m on VACATION. And that vacation can last even longer than the actual part of the vacation where we’re physically away from home. See, the NCAA men’s basketball tournament — and, of course, the Seventh Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought To You By Bocktown) — wrapped up… Read More SVAUCNFFC (BTYBB) wrapup.
And doing it as best I know how: * Florida was fabulous. The kids are amazing little people — getting more grown up by the minute — and my sister and BIL are doing a great job with them. Mrs. Crappy and I got to the beach four of the six days we were there.… Read More catching up, grumpy edition.
Uncle Crappy 