tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491653637192669950.post8606630634702924062..comments2023-09-21T05:31:03.751-07:00Comments on Musings from the Big Pink: Running is stupidHomemaker Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04184158557108064422noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491653637192669950.post-25380186986441024302011-09-24T15:35:29.715-07:002011-09-24T15:35:29.715-07:00"Asthmatic pig" = hilarious."Asthmatic pig" = hilarious.DB Stewarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15484034493143850659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491653637192669950.post-91469298565388580632011-09-22T20:33:24.896-07:002011-09-22T20:33:24.896-07:00Is there someone chasing you with a machete? Perha...Is there someone chasing you with a machete? Perhaps a chain saw? No? Then why are you running? Seriously?<br /><br />Oh, alright. Good for you for running! That's awesome! No one I see doing it seems like they're happy while they're out there, but I respect them nonetheless. I mostly do that while I'm driving past them in my sweet climate controlled vehicle.for a different kind of girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04431273646365489225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491653637192669950.post-37724037679463231572011-09-22T15:30:13.463-07:002011-09-22T15:30:13.463-07:00What a coincidence, I can run 3 1/3 feet!
I think ...What a coincidence, I can run 3 1/3 feet!<br />I think about taking up running but when that happens, I just sit down until the thought passes.Bobbihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13104430834127197725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491653637192669950.post-58058682506555357782011-09-22T13:20:47.393-07:002011-09-22T13:20:47.393-07:00Yeah, I don't get running. If someone much lar...Yeah, I don't get running. If someone much larger than me is giving chase, than yes. For "fun?" I can think of much better, less strenuous/painful things to do. My wife runs, and every once in a while I forget how bad it sucks and agree to join her. And then I realize it's not the running part that sucks so hard, it's the running back. Pack a bus pass in that running belt, I humbly suggest.Man vs. Babyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09376973841880991354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491653637192669950.post-75111809344353377992011-09-22T08:58:23.454-07:002011-09-22T08:58:23.454-07:00Thank gawd you're ensuring Peanut's early ...Thank gawd you're ensuring Peanut's early breakdown. That'll save you a whole lot of grief when she's a teenager.<br /><br />I'm as proud as peacock that you're running! If you sign up for a 5K, you've got to let me know. I'll be there in a heartbeat to snap before and after photos of your paper plate face and your what-now-must-be stunning physique.<br /><br />I'm with you on the P.S.Cherylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491653637192669950.post-59293170060037198622011-09-22T07:11:47.945-07:002011-09-22T07:11:47.945-07:00I admire you for running, even though you hate it....I admire you for running, even though you hate it. I need to exercise.<br />I can't believe they executed him.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03803472040500529682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491653637192669950.post-66270119471046763452011-09-22T06:40:13.244-07:002011-09-22T06:40:13.244-07:00Mmm ... chocolate covered butter pats.
And yeah, ...Mmm ... chocolate covered butter pats.<br /><br />And yeah, periodicly I run and think the exact same thing -- this is the stupidest thing in the world.Kevin McKeeverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10673014424525900380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491653637192669950.post-17835656519589021382011-09-22T06:19:15.927-07:002011-09-22T06:19:15.927-07:00Most runners I see look like you say you feel. Doe...Most runners I see look like you say you feel. Does that make it any better? No, I didn't think it would. But good for you! <br /><br />Back when we had our giant husky dog to walk, occasionally I would break into a jog just to let her stretch her legs all the way out. She cruised down the road, pulling me along at a speed I never could have attained by myself. Landing was the only problem.<br /><br />And, another ditto on the P.S.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02417120299405154570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491653637192669950.post-2152647155199190012011-09-21T21:17:10.906-07:002011-09-21T21:17:10.906-07:00Running is stupid, but I guess someone has to do i...Running is stupid, but I guess someone has to do it. Thank goodness that someone isn't me.Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491653637192669950.post-54145150628480893762011-09-21T20:53:09.927-07:002011-09-21T20:53:09.927-07:00What the hell is a cold cheese smoothie, because I...What the hell is a cold cheese smoothie, because I may be in L. O. V. E.<br /><br />Also Running is the Devils work you know. When I run I can totally taste blood filling my lungs instead of air.<br /><br />Then I feel like I am going to birth Alien. But when I'm done...OH YEAH!<br /><br />Great Job Sir! Ditto on your P. S.A Vapid Blondehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12979004194985896542noreply@blogger.com