As Foretold.... a new look.


As always first things first.



Let's get to running as this is now going to be all about progress training blog. Yeah, sure the occasional stupid opinion of mine will be there, but this is a blog of my thoughts and i have been thinking a lot lately about getting faster, thinner, heck dare i say...athletic?




It happens like all potential mid-life crisis must do i guess. A last shot as an approaching middle age mindset with a young mans game. Maybe? i won't deny the feelings of gaining 5 minutes to Boston Qualify, next year, with mixed emotions.




I also figure that based upon my eating, drinking, smoking, malaise, etc... habits over the last 10 years, it's only by the grace of God that i am as healthy as i am. Truly, if there is a higher power, i expect that it would have bigger concerns than me, but hey, whatever....




Next week, the training officially begins. And this is the place where everything is going. Workouts, crosstrains, Body Mass Index figures, diet, weight, alcohol consumption and if nessecary.....nicotine consumption.




So let's start with some basics:




Height: 6'1", i measured halfway through day, with bare feet. This is the one figure that should stay the same all training.
Weight: 194, per bathroom scale. wearing just a smile. i figure to spare you the picture of this
Body Mass Index: 25.59, so i guess i am still overweight??? bummer



i ran a little over 20 miles last week. Not exact, but that starts next week.



i can count on on hand the number of drinks i have had since the Bayshore.


4....the number of cigerettes since the morning after the Bayshore. 2 bummed from Animal's Mom ( how sad is that) at their baby shower. Not Animal and his Mom, that'd be odd eh??? Animal and Ms Tessmacher. No more cravings and they actually smell bad when i bartend, ...again not Animal and his Mom, the cigerettes, geeesh


Second things second......


it is with great regret that i think my little "Vote for Mike '08" is at an end. As fun as pretending to campaign is....it really takes me away from other stuff. Plus there are soooooooo many politically stupid things going on i couldn't filter the ones to blog about. There was tooooo much material: but to save time....



....Free Paris.....not really, i mean, talk about a train wreck
....Love Rosie, and btw Elizabeth.... if you support the war, and since both you and your athletic husband are both under 42.... enlist!!!! put up or shut up.... Lord knows how much the Army loves having football players in the ranks. (ok low blow, but no lower then essentially saying " i support the war, and the troops, as long as i don't have to be one")
.....War on Terror, no such thing, it's all a ruse to distract us from the war on class (literal and figurative)
.... on and on, blah blah blah



Third Things......

Rock Stars, Cars and Guitars at the Henry Ford Museum.....




Mack meets Kiss..... not really, but maybe their car.....







a custom Prowler with a neat


soundboard as a trailer.







How about "the" little Deuce Coupe???





i hope this helps to explain why "cut loose like a deuce" makes sense while....


"wrapped up like a douche" is just gross











But wait this is Rockstars, Cars and Guitars where are the axes....?????

Anybody recognize any of these?????














Oh.... and of course. The absolute pinnacle of the display. The Rolls Royce owned by John Lennon.






Of course a trip to the Henry Ford isn't complete without a quick trip to Greenfield Village to ride the Carousel...

Dammit, Utube is taking so long to load the video..... Soon will be the video of Mack riding the carousel...

Thanks for reading