SHIT MY DAD DOES
Yesterday I mentioned that I have been training for a marathon. One of the reasons I’ve chosen to tackle such an ambitious physical challenge is because my father has inspired me with his own carnal feats. The man ran a 3 hour marathon. That puts him in the top 2% of all marathoners.
And yes, I invented that statistic. But I suppose that running 42 kilometers in 3 hours is impressive enough to convince you of his physical prowess.
In this photo, Reg is bucking up some lumber — note the sandals and the helpful location of the helmet. It makes me wonder how I survived my childhood.
Anyone have a good caption for this one?
I’m a lumberjack and I’m okay…
(Too obvious?)
Obvious, but fabulous.
But this pic was after the work, Honest!! And I fall a tree right where I want to, most of the time….on the ground. ‘Twas a 2 hour 57 minute 1987 Vancouver Marathon at 40 years old… so you got 10 years Kiddo. XO PAPA
Okay, Dad. Do you recommend any performance enhancing drugs?
The MIND!!!