Flying Pig

2011-11-06T13:57:00.000-08:00

I'm all signed up for the May marathon. It's best to pay the fee as early as possible before the price goes up too high. I'm excited. I'd like to post a little bit more about running and random stuff. My training officially starts after Christmas. Between now and then it's my goal to get lean. I am curious to see what my time will be like at a lighter weight.

A thought..

2011-04-05T14:47:00.001-07:00

We all have an elephant in the living room, some have an angry mammoth and I’m convinced some have a stampeding herd. We are in trouble unless we take time to build relationships that allow us to see what is true in our lives. (KJH)

My published essay

2010-12-21T19:54:00.000-08:00

Teepee or Townhouse

The link is to my essay that was published on thisibelieve.org

The Dogs Must Be Crazy

2010-12-18T09:52:00.000-08:00

Did I ever share the story about how I got attacked by a pit bull last year while I was out running? I will share. Now this wasn’t my first time being attacked by a vicious animal. This was, however, the first time I managed to keep a cool head and not scream like a girl. (jk) I wish I could say that I used a really cool technique like my lightning fast toe knuckle jab, or the one hundred hand slap, but that’s now how it went down. The truth is that I actually used a technique that I learned almost twenty years ago while watching a movie about an African bushman who went on a mission to throw an empty coke bottle off the edge of the Earth. Great movie by the way! There was a scene in that movie where a hyena wanted to have this lil bushkid for lunch but the kid defended himself by making himself appear taller than he really was. That scene made an impression on me at that young age and I never forgot it. Well little did I know that that knowledge would one day come to my aid as I was out running and saw a pit bull out of the corner of my eye, charging towards me! He sounded vicious and had this mean look in his eyes like he wanted to lockjaw on one of my skinny Indian legs. I’m not sure if it was adrenaline that kicked in or some latent idiot instinct but I literally (without thinking) raised my arms above my head and started charging towards that pitbull. I distinctly remember yelling in my big boy voice and even had my fingers bent like claws. I must have looked like such a clown! All I know is that when that pit bull saw me act like that he immediately tucked tail and ran for the hills. Whew! Afterwards I just stood there (stunned) by the busy, four lane highway, hoping to goodness no one saw me. I think in the back of my mind I’ll probably always wonder if the pit bull ran off because he was embarrassed. I’ll never really know. But thanks to the lil bushkid I lived to run another day. Gotta love the classics!

Josh's

Flying Pig

A thought..

My published essay

The Dogs Must Be Crazy