My shoes are green and my doctor is gay

I wish I could blog about something father related but quite frankly I didn't do much of it this past week. For fourteen days Chayse tasted freedom and free will on a scale equaled only by going to college.  She watched close to 70 hrs of television, had McDonalds twelve times, and in the process set back my dreams of her making the 2024 Olympics. Now she'll probably have to settle for being an alternate on the 2028 squad and forever talk about how she almost made it but my dad got sick back when I was four. Apparently my upper respiratory infection turned into bronchitis and the bronchitis could've turned into pneumonia if I didn't shut everything down, well that's what my gay doctor said and by gay this time I actually mean gay.  You see I never go to doctors when I'm sick, I only visit emergency rooms when necessary, but when I searched the internet with my symptoms of neck pain, fever, cough and Meningitis turned up, I immediately started calling some friends for a doctor hook up and one Sandeep Kapoor in Studio City came highly recommended, so off I went to see the good doctor. I've been away from New York for quite sometime now so my gay-dar might need some recalibration but so it goes in the fog of war. I had good info with the original recon in the waiting room but then he threw me a curve ball with talk of his two boys with photos to boot of them in their baseball uniforms. Overall it was too pleasant of a trip to the doctors, I laughed more than someone sick should have, I knew way too much about his personal life, and I got a tip for where to buy some good skinny jeans in the neighborhood. These were good people and I had a good time. I haven't had a doctor to call my own since my pediatrician. Damnit I like this guy, I'm gonna stick with him. I'll just have to hope I don't get colon cancer because there's no way he's putting his fingers in my butt.  Needless to say it's not a procedure I'm particularly looking forward to and it doesn't run in my family so I'm guessing it's a safe sacrifice.  All's well and ends well, I'm finally feeling good, my hamstring is almost 100%, and it turns out the doctor's kids were from a surrogate, so no distraught humiliated wife to speak of.


T minus 14 days

I've managed to get two days of running in the past few days. I've been taking it easy because I don't want the bronchitis to flare up, but I have to get out there and put some miles in, the race is two weeks away and I've only managed a total of 8 pathetic miles over three weeks.  If this was a 2k race I would be golden. As for my post bronchitis running there's nothing special to report other than I was able to complete the lap and I was able to improve upon it a little the second run. Not to worry things will undoubtedly get more interesting this week as I push to do two laps at 4.4 miles. I may even join the evil news team for a training run if they'll have me. Speaking of which since my initial mention of Wes Mantooth aka my wife Trish and her news team the chatter has subsided, people are focused and anxious to get the run on. I for one am excited to receive our orange Team Hunter t-shirts, apparently hunter green was taken go figure. However I coincidentally own a hunter green pair of Saucony running shoes I bought years ago. I've barely worn them but will be proudly sporting them on May 2nd for my main man Hunter.

I guess you can understand why they've been hardly used, not sure what tempted me to buy them, they look like something an albino produce farmer would wear, but I'm glad I'll have them for this moment.

Speaking of my hero Iron Hunter his memorial was last weekend and it was an amazing gathering of people that he and his parents have touched. There were many tears, many cheers, and even an indomitable sense of hope. You see Lenore is very pregnant with their second son. I think they were going to name him Ryder, but I can't recall exactly. I hope the best for this family, they deserve so much for all that they have given. One thing I know is that there will not be a shortage of love in that household. God bless them, and I never say that.

We run May 2nd

Raising awareness for Pediatric Cancer. It's now personal. Join Team Hunter for a 10K run or please donate and help us help them. http://pcrf-kids.org.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=329465&lis=1&kntae329465=94C6BC013E8D47C1AC923632E6F9944F&supId=283487581