Body fat is climbing. I've been eating junk, and I started drinking again. I hadn't had a drink in 2 years, but mmmm it was good. I blame the Superbowl. No matter, this is all part of the off season. I plan to start training in-earnest next month. That'll give me 8 months to get my shit together.

I should really run today, but my feet are sore. Those Reebok Pump's left my feet hurting. I'm not sure I can keep testing them.  I haven't posted a baby picture in a while, so here's a good one. Potty Training: Your'e doing it wrong.

Happy Mardi Gras!! Track night tonight. I guess I'll have to do it topless, in honor of Mardi Gras. Also, drunk. I'll also be drunk. Who's in???

Our team won yesterday's IMS Marathon Relay. We had some drama in Leg 3, though. There was another team vying for the title, and they were about 100 yards behind our runner, Yati. I'm in the car filming Yati and cracking wise, and Yati yells back "They said I didn't need to carry this baton, you take it." He threw me the baton and I put it in the car. Immediately the runner from the 2nd place team starts screaming obscenities. He was seriously freaking out. "You're done buddy.  DQ! F%$@ you! We all have to carry the baton! That's F%$^ing part of it!!!"  So we toss Yati the back the baton and drive off. At the next exchange that runner comes in HOT. He gets in my face. I thought I was going to have a fight. Then a race official came up and we told him the story. All of the sudden, Mr. Hot Pants was our best friend. He flipped his psycho bit to crazy-friendy. Bi-Polar much?