John Barclay had to go to bed early...

Today was fun. Up at the crack of 10 am and then off to a 8 km road race at noon. My main motivation for this race was free beer afterwards. I was more nervous before this race than an Ironman. I don't know why. There was only 168 people registered.

I took off like a shot. The first 1 km I was at 3:33, right behind the leaders, 2 km's I was at 7:37 then I died like a pig. I can't believe how hard this race was because I went out hard right from the beginning. At 5 km I was at 19:49 and then I finished 11 th overall at 32:07. I would have been in 10th place but a 21 year old tied me at the finish and they gave it to him. I ended up 2nd in the old guy 40-44 age group.

The sad part was a girl beat me. I know that's not politically correct to say, but it sucks getting beat by a girl. The worst part was this one was about 50 years old. When she passed me at the 6 km mark I recognized her. She was the old bag that was kicking my ass at the track about 6 weeks earlier. She was small, old and fast.

After the race, I had a beer or six with Alice. I didn't want to over drink because we had a dinner at 6:30 planned with John and Heather Barclay. I held myself back to be semi-normal and conversational. While we were at dinner I offered to rent Reid out to John and Heather.

They can't have kids and I figured I could make a few bucks and get kids out of their system if I rented Reid out. Because John is a good friend. My best in Ontario. I was prepared to offer Reid for free for the first day. My hope was that they would get attached to him and then offer me more for each day following. They didn't bite, but when I got home and told Reid about the deal, he said he was up for it. I offered to split the profits with him.

John and I arm wrestled in the restaurant. I was important to him for me to tell everyone on the blog I lost and he won. Which he did. Which is unusual. I'm very good at arm wrestling. I can't remember the last time someone beat me without a bar room brawl afterwards. John kicked my butt. He took me down. He said I let him win. I said no. He said he'd believe I lost, unless I put it on my blog.

We started talking about the Mantracker application. John read mine and thought it was weird that I like the movie "boogie nights". He thought that movie sucked and couldn't believe it was one of my favourites. He said from now on he's going to call me "Bryan Diggler". I love that movie because as a kid growing up I lived Dirk's life. It was awesome.

He was also complaining about the length of my blogs recently. Too long. Too philosophical. John had to work tomorrow morning so he was not drinking. He was as fun as getting "water boarded". I did realize I wasn't as charming as I thought I was when I got shot down from a table of twenty somethings.

I've started to twitter stupid stuff. I finally got sick of being dysfunctionally normal. Twitter should be fun. Not boring. Most of the twits are boring. I decided to spice it up. So far I've lost about 6 followers. But I am having fun. I'm being the real me. Crazy. I think I did pretty well being normal for the last year, but it's not me. I'm far from normal.

I finished my year end video and it's below. I hope you enjoy. Oh, and John Barclay beat me at an arm wrestling match. Did I mention that.

Slainte Irish Pub 1st Annual Grey Cup 8 Km Run - 32:07 (2/4 AG & 11/65 overall males) Avg Hr 167

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