Blogagaard Does the Unspeakable
How decadent has my hot tub weekend been? I'll tell you how decadent. Upon arriving home today, fresh from the rolling hills south of Rochester, I actually took it upon myself to go...jogging.
My god. My lungs. My heaving chest. My tightening calves. The sweat dripping down my brow.
And I only made it, what? Four blocks?
The horror. The horror.
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About Me
- David Oppegaard
- St. Paul, Minnesota
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
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17 comments:
Four blocks! Congrats! Oxygen anyone?
Today, I decided to start jogging tomorrow morning! Maybe there's something in the springtime air?
You are both out of your minds. Jogging is for people without cars.
Or maybe I'm just bitter because I couldn't jog four blocks if my life depended on it.
Nice work Dave. You keep it up, you might be able to run 8 blocks soon!
But seriously, running is a good way to get in shape, just make sure you get some decent shoes if you decide to take it up.
When I was running, I knew such pain I thought suddenyl I could see into the future. But no, it was simply more sidewalk.
Thank you for your support, Becca and Alex and Mike. App, we should wear matching jogging suits and joggin in perfect synchronisity (sp?).
The matching jogging suits would make an excellent picture for all of us. I'll keep my eyes peeled. (That's a gross phrase, huh?)
I want to wear matching jogging suits with someone! That totally sounds like fun!
In elementary school, when we had to run the mile, I would walk it very slowly in protest. And because I didn't feel like running. The only person behind me was the autistic kid. We were in it together.
The thing about running is that it absolutely sucks when you're doing it, but when you've finished, you feel totally amazing.
Go Dave, go!
We should start an annual run, to help all writers and bloggers get into shape. We could start at one end of Grand Avenue in Saint Paul, and run to the other end, stopping at each bar along the way for a beer or shot of Jaggermeister. Then we'd go down Dale street and end at the Muddy Pig, with fancy beers and jerk wings for all!
Man, I slept like a baby last night. Ten straight hours. Now I feel so incredibly virile it's amazing. I think I lost thrity pounds.
Viney, I feel your protest. I wish I would have thought of that.
Funny you mention that, Becca, I was peeling human eyes for breakfast....
App, what an awesome idea. I can't even imagine how crazy that would be if we actually did that. But we'd have to do power shots, one of those red bull and vodka drinks or something. Imagine, a hundred writers hopped up on red bull and alchohol, shouting words like "trope" and "Metaphor" and "third person limited" while they tried to light cigarettes and maintain jogging speed...
This whole getting in shape mess reminds me of when a friend and I decided to start power walking to get ready for summer. We walked to the Dairy Queen and back. Once.
But I would pay money to sit on the sidelines during the Jones-Blogagaard Annual Writers Run. I'll hold your PBR for you App.
I'll take the photos and mix the martinis at the end of the line. That sounds brilliant.
Alright, let's do it! We can get sponsors, too, like one of those 10k benefit walks.
"For every shot that ___Dave__Oppegaard___ completes, I pledge ___ dollars.
Proceeds can benefit some really important cause, like more booze!
Damn alter-ego profile thing's killing me.
Perhaps the event could attract well known drinkers, I mean writers, and local celebrities, like tv meteorologists. This could totally work.
Ah, the insanity of spring fever.
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