Stress and a half.......ironman

The past few days have been pretty crazy to say the least. First, my internet is super slow. Not slow like the fat kid with asthma in your gym class that can't do a lap without dying. More like taking 10 minutes to download a 1 minute movie from youtube. It was quite annoying to say the least. But whatever, that's basically the least of my worries.

I'm more concerned with getting a damn co-op job next term. That's too gay on its own so I wont even think about it.

I've been wanting to write about my dad's half ironman race this past weekend but due to the internet being homo, I wasn't able to. (I was contemplating about writing a post at work but that apparently can get you fired and the most 'rebelious' thing i do at work is sleeping on the clinical beds, you know, the ones you see when you visit the doctor). Anyways, if you don't know what an ironman race is, you can look it up or just click --->

Here are a couple things I noticed while at the race:
1) Theres basically no animosity between the competitors. Everyone is so cheerful and polite to eachother, which is totally understandable seeing as how finishing the race is a feat on its own.
2) There are no black people, okay, maybe one token. Coming from a guy that played football and track for most of his life, this lack of pigment is quite a shock.
3) Age ain't nothing but a number. I saw a handful of old people racing in the same half ironman race with my dad. Old meaning their grandkids are cheering them on, and/or their head is filled with white hair.

The highlight of my day, aside from seeing my dad finish the race (BIG UPS DADDY!) is seeing an old grandma finish the race. Imagine an elderly lady that looks like Mrs. Claus swimming for 1.9 km, biking for another 90 km and running for another 21.1 km. In the words of Mr. West: AMAZING

Btw, my dad isn't doing this just cuz he wants to get in shape and is pretty much crazy, he's also doing this to raise money for kids with cancer and a scolarship for poor kids in the philippines. If you wanna help out, come over and talk to my dad or just comment.

In other news, The Wackness is making a hard run at Friday Night Lights for my favorite movie of all time. The soundtrack is dope, theres ENOUGH chronic in the movie and the main girl is pretty hot. Only thing is, its a movie about New York City in the 90's yet, aside from seeing Method Man with a horrible Jamaican accent, there are NO BLACK OR SPANISH PPL. Aside from that, this movie is pretty much bangin'.



Well, its time for me to go watch the Toronto Blue Jays lose another game. I'm out like BJ Ryan and Method Man with his Jamaican accent. Be easy!