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What's happening with Reid? What's happening with Nazaire? These are questions that I've been getting asked lately.

I've got good news, yesterday Nazaire got a job! It's in the fish department of Fortino's supermarket. It's part time, but it's a start. Maybe if he "puts his nose to the grindstone" and "works hard" he might one day become the "big Tuna".

I'm glad Naziare got a job, if he didn't, I figured we'd have to alter his resume. The format was GREAT, the content was "not so great".

Nazaire spent the last three years as a male model. He's done some pretty impressive gigs for clients like Samsung, Sony, Kohls, Harlequin, FCUK, RW&CO, Rudsak, Le Chateau, Gsus, Mexx, The Bay and Bell. My concern was that companies may read the resume and think they are hiring "Derek Zoolander" (Video Below).

On one of my runs this week, I came up with a BRILLIANT plan. Now, I don't recommend this, but if I was desperate, this is what I'd do if I was Nazaire. I'd lie on my resume.

I'd put down a fictitious job and say I started three years ago until current day. I'd say I still work there and I wouldn't feel comfortable if you called my current boss. Who wouldn't understand that? Then, to keep the charade going, when you get hired, you tell your new employer you'll have to give your old employer a couple weeks notice.

I don't know how I got so smart. I should be a career counsellor. If I was a career counsellor and you measured my agency by results, I guarantee I'd have the best agency. My corporate motto would be, "Do you want to play fair, or do you want to eat".

On a different note, Reid's doing swimmingly. He's made every workout and the one he missed due to illness, he made up with an extra run. I can really see he's slimmed down. Even his coach told him that he noticed the difference. Reid's also excited, he found out this week that he has his first ever swim meet on June 26th.

He was a little nervous, so I gave him some comforting "fatherly" advice. I gently said, "son, if your not first, your last".

I picked Reid up from weights this morning and he had Deja Vu. He asked me, "what kind of car are you getting next". I told him that I was going to get a "kick ass Land Cruiser from Afghanistan or Iraq. One that would have had all those guys hanging from all over it". He looked at me with a deer in the headlights look and said, "Dad, I just had Deja Vu".

I was going to ride today, but it was cool and raining. I decided to run instead, even though my legs were still sore. It was a weird and great day to run. The sky was grey, it was raining and all my senses seemed to be heightened. I was one of those day's were the music on the iPhone just seemed to be inspirationally perfect.

I didn't take any water with me and by the 20 km mark I was starting to get thirsty. At one point I was considering drinking out of the ditch or hoping someone had a garden hose I could drink from. Then it "hit me". I run by a golf course and they must have Powerade, so I stopped in.

I was fading and my legs were sore and I really needed something to drink. I stopped at the clubhouse and they said the Powerade was at the bar. I hobbled up the stairs and sat at the bar. I then realized I had $15 tucked in my iPhone case. I ordered a Powerade and a Coors Light draft.

The beer tasted so good and I was chatting up the ladies running the bar. Then Eliot showed up. Eliot's a young kid that works at the golf club. We hit it off. He was graduating high school this year. We had a lot in common, especially since deep down I'm a mature 17 year old.

I only had enough money for 2 beers and was getting a nice buzz on. I wanted it to continue. Then I realized that I still had my "Tim Horton's Gift Card" from my third place finish at the Mercedes 10km road race. I offered to sell the $6 left on the card to Eliot for $4. That gave me enough money for beer number three.

Eliot and I had a good talk and I was telling him about how I was making money off my blog. He got it and seemed jealous, impressed or both. He thought it was such a good idea.

I finished my third draft and wanted another, but had no money left. Eliot to the rescue. He bought me another beer. I told him and the ladies not to worry about serving me more, after all, I wasn't driving and I've never heard of anyone getting charged with "Running Under the Influence".

I would have stayed for more, but I started to get the chills. I was at the bar for about an hour and was starting to get cold and knew it was time to leave. I also knew this was going to be the easiest last 10 km's I ever ran.

I don't know what it is, but whenever I get a beer buzz on, the music gets so good. Every song playing on the iPhone kept getting better than the rest. It was the most "beautiful" run I've had in years. Not one I'll soon forget.

It was the type of run that tells you "life is good". I felt euphoric. The rain had stopped and everything smelt so clean and fresh. The world was relaxed. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and I was on cloud nine. At one point I was thinking "who knew"? I had no idea when I pushed myself out the door for my run that it was going to have a memorable twist.

Before I left, I told Eliot and the ladies that I was going to set up a tab for future runs. The strange part is that I've run by that clubhouse for the past 3 years and never once even considered it a rest stop and after today I consider it a MUST stop.

The only downside to drinking 72 ounces of beer, is that it elevates your heart rate. I found myself having to walk a lot for the last 10 km. Not that it mattered, I was having fun. I ran by one guy who was walking his bike up a hill and we high fived as I ran by him. I had such a beautiful endorphin enhanced buzz on.

I got home about 4 hours after I left the house. I thought I'd get a "where have you been? we've been so worried about you? are you alright?" Instead, I got, "could you please stop talking we're trying to watch something interesting on TV".

It was a prime example of what my family thinks of my training. I've always maintained they don't miss me. Case and point.

I now have 90 minutes to shower and sober up, Alice and I have been invited to Tony Valentini's for cocktails with his wife and another couple. Tony lives down the street from me and I met him in the Escarpment on a bike ride. Tony's also done every House of Payne 5 km Beer run.

He emailed me on Friday and asked if Alice and I wanted to come over on Saturday, especially since I'm not training to race. I immediately replied, "we're in". He then emailed back, "causal jeans are fine".

I said to myself "they better be fine, that's all I own, other than a suit for funerals and weddings". Afterwards I was thinking, oh no, this may be too adult for me. Tony's wife and I have never met and she's some "big mucky muck" who owns her own business. I'm not sure if she's ready for me. My prediction is that this will be the last time I'm invited or the first of many times.

Today's plan was to be on my best behaviour and not drink beforehand. I wanted to show up on everyone else's level. I was so on track until I left the house for my long run and stopped at Hidden Valley Golf Club for a Powerade.

Which, in the end, I never did end up drinking.

Long Run - 2:49:51 / 30.54 km / 5:34 pace

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