Day 1822

Day 1822. Well, decided to take a couple days off from the blog, ha. Hello streak nation. Yes, it's me, Kevin. I am alive... sans pen name; and still on the path to 28. Since we last posted, the 5 year mark has come and gone. It feels good. Then again, the longer this streak continues the more blase' each milestone becomes. Taken by itself, 5 years of running 1.5 miles everyday is an awesome accomplishment. Unfortunately, the chosen goal is 28! So... that awesome accomplishment is going to have to happen 4.5 more times, consecutively.

For the past few months, runs have been consistently short. I've been going through the motions, as I’m sure happens from time to time with the most substantial of streaks; a bro’s just got to make sure to get that 1.5 in. There have been spurts of a few days here and there with long ones, but ZERO consistency. 

That was such a let down. (jumping to the Skins game) Are you kidding me??? I think my jaw is still on the ground. First my Gamecocks, then my Skins…..

Hooped Sunday for the first time in months. My game is... ahhhh... hmmmmm.....

ahhhh..... it'sssszzz ahhhh... It ahhh.. could use some work.

It's been so long since I've blogged that I feel lost. How did I used to do this 4-5 times a week? And not only simply do it, but CRUSH it everyday with original thoughts and witty banter? You should see my readership levels now. At the height of the blogs popularity, there were a good 10-15 people reading this bad boy everyday. That's right. And now, there are days when not a single human being has visited. It’s depressing to build something and then let it go by the wayside like that. I hope I can garner the energy and commitment to once again throw blogs at you, like this bro throws sheets of paper...

Ok, on to the essentials. I ran this morning, early; didn’t sleep too much. Up late, up early. It was a quick little ditty, 1.8 or so. The legs are for no known reason, really sore. No joint pain or anything, just sore leg muscles. Oh wait… it was the hoops. Not boasting or anything here, but when it comes to hoops, I’m going to out hustle you. Or at least "even-hustle" you… if you’re a fellow hustler. I love grinding, sprinting for that fast break lay up, or digging a ball out of the corner after it seemed destined to go out of bounds. I love that. I absolutely love that.

I needed a second jog this evening and busted out a quick 2.459 miles. I’ll talk to you babes soon. Much love.

4.75 miles (combined)

9 dogs