A few were wondering what happened a few weeks ago, when we had to cancel a show at The Airliner (cool ass place BTW)....Our infamous drummer, was actually running a Half Marathon, and he wrote a great blog about it so we thought we should post it.....enjoy:
Monday, January 14, 2008
All for the glory!
Category: Sports
Written by JJ Dynomite
As I sit on the plane getting ready to land in Phoenix, I can't help but to think that this might have been a bad idea. It seem rather exciting back in October when I signed up for it and my manager said he did it last year, and it was a great experiece. A volcano of thoughts warmed my brain, did I drink enough water? I should of stretched more. Fuck, what if I don't even finished. Not to mention the pool that was going around that probably didn't even have me finishing. And the fact that my guitarest said he was going to fly out there, hop on his skateboard and take footage on every mile for his new coffee table book titled " My Drummer's Half Marathon " ( 13.1 miles of idiocy) I pretty sure it's a fucking memoir. Oh, the jokes seem so funny at the time when I told me dearest friends my intentions, but now it's here...... and I'm on this plane to Phoenix........ thats landing in five minutes.
I landed safely in Phoenix and quickly boarded the company shuttle that took me to the hotel. I was greated by the owner as well as other employees from all across the U.S. there attitudes were positive and pumped up and rather annoying. Where they not worried about being hydrated? What about stretching? Maybe they already were......stretched.....and hydrated........Fuckers, I gave a not so sincere high five to my manager and his wife, check in and went straight to my room. The next 24 hours I drank water, stretch, and put a thin layer of tiger balm all over my body.........which burned really bad.
5AM wake up call but it was too late. I was already up peeing from all the stupid water I drank the night before. ( I counted the ounces, 68.) The company provided dinners and breakfast for all the runners, so I took advantage and scarfed up some fruit, a blue berry bagel and some water. I slept like shit from nerves but did my best to avoid coffee. Went back to my room and sucked down another 32 more ounces of water when I realized with my luck I will probably have to pee in the middle of the race. (Which I did.) Turned on sport center and stretched till about 7am with about 45 minutes of pacing and freaking out!
I don't even remember the shuttle ride to the race. Between the fact that I have never ran in any organized event and the lack of coffee in my brain I was totally confused as to were to go . There seemed to be thousands of people as dumb as me, But they were happy about it, excited. I swear every single person that meet my eyes as if to say good morning said " have a good run"....What the fuck was that suppose to mean? I said to myself. Are they mocking me? Fucking picks. It was fucking freezing ( about 32 degrees) and I had to pee. Relieved, but still freezing I decided to get my thoughts togther. Start thinking a little more positive. "Why are you here?" I asked myself. I'm here for all the people that said I couldn't do it. My nephew who has Autism and all the people who said I could do it. All the supporters in my life, and for me. It's time I started thinking about myself a little bit, start taking care of myself, making some goals and putting my priorities in there place. besides what better way to start the new year then running a marathon for charity that your work paid for............Right?.............Oh, god this is going to suck. The way the Marathon is set up I was in coral 27. There were 28 coral's I was second to the last. Each coral had about 350 hundred people in it. Me being a person who has never ran a marathon, they thought it would be good to stick me in the back. The race started at 8:30, I didn't cross the starting line till 9:15. It took me 45minutes to get to the front of the race. You can imagine the agony that was going through my brain, but there it was the front. 10 seconds left till they lower the rope. I said a little prayer to the sweet baby jesus that resembled something like Rod asking the lord not to embarrass himself in front of Denise the love of his life as he prepare to jump the town pool on his motor bike in the movie Hot Rod. He charge down the hill as fast as he could and hit the ramp with great passion and courage only to end up in the pool and was the laughing stock of the town.
FUCK! positive thoughts Josh! POSITIVE THOUGHTS. I turned to my ipod which had motivational speaking on it..( a little vandels, some slackers, bob marley, bad brains, ect, oh and a lil bit of too short!) I turned it on and I turned it loud! with only two seconds left....I was off......
I ran like a mother fucker!!!!!! my legs just started moving, I was so pumped and the adrenaline was just crazy...I was bobin and weavin, weavin and bobin in and out of people Like I was taking a driving test and they were the cones.
I felt good...till about mile 8. I farted and I thought I shit my pants, and I had to pee again. Luckily they had port-a-podies at every mile so I vered to the right and re-grouped. Got out grabbed some water and was off. Hit mile ten and the sun was up, out, and hot! I had no hat or sunglasses and the burn in my legs was pretty much telling me to go fuck myself. Just keep going, don't stop now, do it for the people! At this point Too short was telling me about life in the ghetto, it was a good beat and I was running at a good pace. (about a 9 minute mile) I pass mile 11 and looked up at all the supporters that were there to support there friends and family. I selfishly took them, and there support as if they were talking to me, smiled and look straight ahead to see this beautiful creature running in front of me. She had these knee high socks on that had colorful strips at the top of them and her blond hair flew in the breeze like farah faucet's in that Charlie's Angel t.v. show, and she had the tinest little shorts that were so tight they seem to be powered coated to here ass. And yes, yes, yes, yes, I stared at that for the next 2.1 miles and I think she knew because at one point she looked back and smiled as if to say it was ok. There it was, the finished line, Oh my God! I said to myself I've run the whole thing, holy shit. Me and sweet knee high socks ran in to the finish line, I was greated with cheers and water, high fives and the most important thing , my finishers metal. My time? 2 hours, 3 minutes and 30 seconds....I pulled out my victory speech!
I would like to thank Too Short.
That Beautiful Girl with the kick ass Knee high socks!
The people who knew I could do it (You know who you are)
and most important me.
Holla!
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