So some background first. Yes there was a time when I was in pretty damn good shape. A little bout of depression combined with repeated injury and multiplied by creaky knees led to the current state of tubbiness I now possess. So what changed this? Misplaced priorities, duh.
The whole idea for this first came up today, and the idea to blog about it sort of congealed in my head on the drive home from work. Corey sent me a link, here, and I looked it over. Oh, 5k obstacle course? Looks kind of fun. I kind of poke around at it for a minute before I see what you get for participating. Then my interest goes from "oh this is kind of neat" to "HOLY CRAP I AM SO DOING THIS". Why? Two reasons really, and both of them just illustrate the quagmire inside of my skull. 1) Free fuzzy viking hat, and 2) 1 free beer. Corey even said, "Man I hope it's good free beer", to which I responded "There is no such animal as bad free beer". I'll go so far as to say that it might be blasphemy to suggest otherwise.
Now this event isn't until the end of July, and there's only one category (best beard) that I really think I have a chance of winning. But I'm going to enroll, and I'm going to do the St Jude's donations, which will give all the attention whoring I'm about to do at least a marginal purpose.
As far as the name of this blog, if you don't get it, then fie and pox upon you.
And so as of today, I am a 5'6", 243 pound tub of goo, with a giant beard. Over the next few months, I'm going to try and replace the middle clause of that sentence with something a little more flattering.
