Love-real

Warning: this post doesn’t really have a point. If a picture of a rock doesn’t give it away, I don’t know what will.

Anyway, I came across this gem while throwing personal possessions out that I don’t need anymore, and got a good laugh out of it.

A couple weeks ago, I was trying to remember why I actually started this blog and I was drawing a blank. I didn’t really care for blogging before Tumblr, mainly because I didn’t think people actually gave a shit about what I was doing in my free time, but I came across a guy on the internet by the name of Ben Davis who inspired the shit out of me; and his journey was on Tumblr, so I figured, “hey, why not?”. So that’s that, but the rock.

The fucking rock.

He had a weight loss competition, when he was somewhat relevant on Tumblr, and I decided to give it a shot. Anyone who’s ever competed against me knows that I take competition serious. Maybe a little too serious. Whatever, that’s just me. But my girlfriend at the time joined me in this challenge and the challenge got pretty serious. Long story short, I won the whole competition, see THIS post, and I was told I’d get a prize for winning. Well, a long fucking time went by after the competition ended, maybe a month or two, before I actually heard from Ben about the prize I’d get. He said I should expect it shortly after we got into contact with each other, and eventually I had this heavy ass box show up at my door. I can remember opening the box, expecting some sort of trophy or something of the like, but what I found was something I did NOT expect. I’m pretty sure my gf and I said it at the same time…

Is that a fucking rock?

Yup, a fucking rock. And I say it to myself whenever I see it, because it was THAT kind of moment, haha.

Told you, pointless post.

On the running front, I ran 13.1 miles on Sunday, because two of my best friends were running a half-marathon and I figured, “fuck it, I’m gonna run one, too,” and pretty much drove my immune system right into the fucking ground for a few days. Pretty awesome, I know. Or dumb, depending on how you look at it. Mainly dumb.

I’ve been nursing that for a few days, but finally felt up to run today and actually had a pretty solid 4ish mile run (I couldn’t stop in the middle of Fall Out Boy’s “Phoenix”). At one point, towards the end, my pace was in the 7:30s and It felt pretty damn good. I’ll take it.

End pointless post.