I take a Kantian approach to morals. Kant said you should, “Act only according to that maxim by which you can at the same time will that it should become a universal law.”
I don’t have a problem with four people banditing a race. The problem is if everyone who didn’t qualify or who didn’t want to pay simply decided to run with their own bib. Then you wouldn’t be able to have an event like this because there would be too many people and too few fees paid.
People will say, but not everyone does bandit the race, so it’s not a problem. But why should the few people who ignore the rules benefit from the fact that the majority of people do follow the rules?
Fun fact: they’re fakies! I got them during my day-trip to Boston, and picked them up at a kiosk in South Station for $10. I was super hungover & in need of hiding my face from judgment & also the sunshine was scorching my already throbbing brain.
I miss that flip phone so much. Definitely the best phone I ever had pre-iPhone. I’ve been sending texts since 1998, definitely. Ireland was (and might still be) one of the largest senders of SMS messages per capita in Europe
Today’s my extreme workout day because I do my long run and P90X. I only do a long run once a week. Normally I do P90X and a 5k or 10k run. But even still, I realize that this is extreme.
I’m working as a freelance writer right now. So I’m lucky to be able to make my own hours. But to be honest, my workouts sometimes cut into my working time to the point that I’m doing less work so it’s actually hurt me a bit in the pocketbook.
I plan to move into a more traditional job soon and I’m a bit worried about how I’ll fit my workouts in. I know I can’t maintain this pace forever but I’m going to do what I can to keep at it.
Soooo I had a birthday! It turned out really fantastic especially given I wasn’t all that excited about it (it was cold/rainy/blah) but a ton of people made it out and everything worked out great in the end. Except waking up sick, but you know, never let that get in the way of a good time. I didn’t take many pics, so here are a couple of mine and most that I stole.
I’m going to have to disagree. Her alternatives on what you should say just sound so condescending. I mean, c’mon. “Is there less of you to love?” Just no. I think the only one that sounded OKAY was “You’re looking fit.” But then leave it at that.
I don’t love the suggestions, but I think they give people the general idea to focus on a person’s actions instead of weight. They’re a lot better than the most common things people say, which in my experience are:
“Wow you lost a lot of weight!”
“How much weight did you lose?”
“How did you lose so much weight?”
And my least favourites: “You’ve lost too much weight” or “Don’t lose anymore weight now.”
“You’re looking fit" is probably the best thing you can say, in my opinion.
…but until you have a best friend run a half marathon with you, THAT SHE DID NOT PAY TO DO, in the freezing Chicago temperatures and a boyfriend that comes out in those temps to stand there for an hour only to see you run by for 30 seconds…
…then they have nothing on the two best people in my life.
You guys didn’t really think I could keep it to 10 photos right?
Put-in-Bay is everything you’d expect and more. I don’t really know what to say, there were a ton of: dudes (who bought us a million drinks until our resident bridesman showed up, womp womp), penises (we even finally got one penis balloon blown up correctly), drinks, underwear, dares, gifts and photos.
Also featured was golf cart rides, Christmas in July ale, a bartender we named Sonny, winery stop, ferry rides and an ice cream cone that just wouldn’t quit.
Trust, there are drunk stories: hangovers that last half the day, pool pass outs that get us kicked out, yelling at the waiters who lied to us, mattress flipping to get someone out of bed and several spilled drinks.
Draggin major ass today. We got home around midnight and it was so nice to take a shower, get into fresh clothes and crawl into my own bed with clean sheets. Unfortunately I didn’t sleep too well - I had weird dreams that kept waking me up and Gatsby was having some sort of fits all night and kept crying (he’s probably mad at me for being gone all the time lately).
I have only four days to recover and then it’s on to Memphis this weekend for a hashing event.