Showing posts with label Health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Health. Show all posts

Monday, September 07, 2009

Disc Golf

This is just a place holder more than anything else so some day if I ever look back, I have a date.

I started playing disc golf last week. Technically, I started playing with Shemp and Blazo about a month ago before the Gov't Mule concert. It is really up my alley. Woods and enough technical to be interesting and minorly obsessive.

So far I have played South Mountain three times, great lunchtime getaway. I also played Jordan and Lehigh Parkway this weekend. My original problem was a hard hook to the right, 100% opposite of my golf swing. I seem to have that mostly straightened out, no pun intended.

Distance is what kicks my arse at this point, though I am seeing gradual improvement. I was getting 45-50 paces which is a pathetic 150' at jordan. Yesterday at the parkway, I had a couple 62's which is about 190 ish. I can't believe these guys throw 300. I feel like I am giving it all I have in the throw, so I guess it will be a technique thing.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Singletrack Zen

My my my, how I forgot how nice it is to pump some pedals over the river and through the woods. For the first time in a long time mounted the trusty steed and hit Jacobsburg. Did much better than I thought I would, but way short of the pre-hammy paces and endurance of old. I need to get this back into the rotation now that the leg is 100%. No more excuses. Not much other than this allows me to focus strictly on the now, out side of the bike.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Man boobs



So you want to learn to grow a set do you? Here is my attempt last night.

Take your child to Friendly's, it's friday for god's sake.

Take 3 pieces of factory grown chicken.
Roll said poultry in batter.
Deep fry.
Soak them in bbq sauce
Smother them in ranch dressing.
Envelop them in gov't cheese.
Smoosh the boob explosive between two pieces of sourdough bread.
For good measure, soak said bread in butter, not that healthy margarine shit.
Grill it.
Serve with deep fried potatoes, then offer El Lard-o a free sundae to wash it down with as his prize.

Jiggle your fat ass home with a smile and watch cartoons with your kid.