The Stinky Cheese Man

Not this one, but close enough.

I have now had the priviledge of running next to a man I am calling "The Stinky Cheese Man", or TSCM, thrice at my gym. I got my first taste (pun intended) about a week ago when TSCM first appeared and jumped on the treadmill next to me. I could smell him before he actually got on the treadmill, but this is really secondary to what I am going to tell you.

As he sets out his "gear" near the treadmill I notice a zip-loc bag, which, and I am NOT shitting you...has a hunk of cheese in it! I watched this already b-o-rific dude run about ten minutes then stop for a cheese break. Then ten more minutes...followed by more cheese.

Now I get water and Gatorade, and I might fall for a Powerbar here and there...but cheese? Like my friend Shelley says "What da Freak?"

I'll keep running but if TSCM comes back I might have to fake lactose intolerance and run the opposite way.

*Also, tonight I watched a total douchebag answer his cell while running on 6.5 and fall off the back of the treadmill. Sadly, I took delight in laughing a bit too loud. However, it's a gym people...not a phone booth.

Uppers, Downers and All-Arounders...

I was recently cleaning out some of my collegiate textbooks and found the one I am using in this title. Although it dates back to the early nineties...it's still a stellar read and I am completely certain worth the $74 price tag still faintly visible.

Let's update for January:

Spent New Year's Eve with a huge group of friends. We had a roaring table of ten going at a corner wine bar and danced to live music. Then we ended up at the greatest dance party of all time where Jennie and I perfected "The Robot" (shown above).

Signed up for two mini-marathons for May and one 5K my job sponsors for March. I work out or run every other day now and am up to about 6 miles on my "good days".

Moved up to Intermediate Belly Dancing class as of last week. I can say with pride I have not injured myself or others in the name of dance. I can't speak for other embarrassments that may have occurred (Bern and Michele...you know my t-shirt incident). I am now using zils in my class - that's the actual word for 'finger cymbals' for you non-dancers. There will be a recital in Spring...you will not be invited for fear of photography, videotape and quite honestly... You Tube.

We are beginning a massive project at work on Monday that I believe will consume most of my work week(s). This means my consumption of fine single malt scotch will need to increase. Anyone looking to make good on old (alcohol-related) debts from me should be advised that I don't like the cheap shit.

Nyla turned 8 this week. To celebrate, we're going rollerskating tonight. Let's all cross our fingers that Nyla is too young to remember me slamming into a five year old carrying a jumbo coke and hot pretzel at the rink...because that's truly what she's in for with my "skating skills".

Off to limber up...