My fat friend won his age group in the 300 Oaks Road Race en route to amassing 17.17 miles of shuffling for the week (yes, there is some sarcasm there). If my dumb butt human had a little self-control, he could have easily done much better. He weighed in this morning at 171.6 pounds. He is disgusting. Despite defeating all the fat, old men at the Oaks, he lost to his son and was highly depressed over his whipping. I tried to console him by taking a nap with him Saturday afternoon and we watched football together. I think it helped a little.
He didn't swim much either, getting only 8,700 meters out of three swims with no speed work at all. He was afraid to swim hard because the pool water was so cloudy he feared he would strike the end of the pool with his head. That was his excuse and maybe it was true and maybe not.
He walked a whopping 7.08 miles and lifted weights one time hitting the whole body in that one workout. All in all, he didn't do much, but he has been going pretty strong lately and he needed a real drop-down week.
So there, you've had it Fatso, get ready to rumble. This week we resume training for the Great Noxapater Journey Run.
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