Austinist: Truesday: The Coming Around Of The Going Around

shototsu

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 17:55:09 -0600

"huff it up that fucker with purpose" I think I see next year's shirt design!!! Couldn't ask for a better running partner. Excellent work my friend.

truecraig

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 16:18:18 -0600

I did enjoy the wristband. I want a set of "drunk" wristbands with a single "designated driver" wristband thrown in. Everyone could pull one out of a bag and see who draws the dreaded black bean of responsibility. (they could always opt to pay for a cab for everyone instead) This probably already exists as a product. So, Shifter's sombrero is winning the innovation race so far. Steph: MAGICMIC SLAYS THE WORLD!

guest

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 15:48:22 -0600

You should have gone to Lovejoys instead of the warehouse district.

Benj

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 15:28:13 -0600

Pasty is beautiful.

shifter

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 15:19:46 -0600

viva freitag. ok alter-ego; get your id out of my head again. shake-shake, bang head against wall... much better. also team relays are extremely entertaining in the fact that most wise folks reason that marathon running actually takes training. but a team marathon is more on the level of endurance challenge for those motivated enough to act like runners and volunteer for the 5k portion (or 10k like your wise self). i have even chosen to run the last leg in the heat of the day because of my embarrassment in being the club foot of voltron’s mighty compilation. i rationalize my fitness for such an event by compiling the training of the team and then evenly dividing it between the team members. unfortunately one cannot ‘borrow’ the excess training of teammates who have actually run multiple marathons. and yes, after running approximately 3.7k and being passed by elderly matrons who actually train to run, one does need the value of whatever charity the event worships under. that that this internal rationalization notes were the event a decathlon-marathon-relay of events involving drinking, running, biking, all-night partying, AND improper decision making; that you in fact would totally be lapping the healthy singularly focused running folk. (in particular the damn matronly woman that keeps pulling away while you try and figure out how to put one leg in front of the other and shut off your suddenly rational mind that is instructing you to: “stop right now and sit on THAT curb”.) the dilemma of trappist beer is a conundrum in and of itself. how indeed do monks sustain on strong beer sans food and in silence? i can only image how those conversations and dart matches with God go. future columns should explore this in depth. also – there is nothing more exceptionally genius that the relay wristband. all activities should be mandated to have such visible transfers of responsibility. office tasks, speaking roles, and turns of drink purchasing could use such visual cues. at some point in the future a wise entrepreneur will patent the "sombrero of order" and relays, meetings, and drinking events will be ever more entertaining and organized. This will forever alleviate the need to remember people’s names, remember who bought drinks after the third round, and concern oneself with how to stylishly implement sombrero use in daily life. a hearty two thumbs up for the ability to prepare and run the marathon the way of a truesday champion. and the tales are true; beer after exceedingly long bouts of endurance activity (no matter how athletic in practice) is the best beer ever with two caveats. 1) you can drink a whole beer in 0.7 seconds because of your body’s need for ‘juvination, thus impressing even the skeptical of one's athletic prowess AND disproving any purported decline in drinking ability. 2) because of one’s endorphin high and mental vacation after said endurance activity, no effects of beer will be noticeable because of the general incomprehensibility of everyone involved.

truecraig

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 14:23:27 -0600

Pilt: I was born dead, so the premature thing is out of the realm. Pudgy? The palm reader outside Sharpstown Mall in Houston was pretty emphatic in her description of me as “fat” when I reached my oh-so timely demise. And “pasty” is how one describes young children of Nordic descent. Once you leave college, you become “cadaverous” if your coloring still registers between translucent and egg shell. But kudos to you good sir, you got the gist of my vacuous essence. The “no one will care” part makes me think you might be my English teacher from 10th grade. And I couldn’t honestly speak of my girlfriend’s level of desperation, but I can say with surety that she’s the best girlfriend in the world.

guest

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 13:03:00 -0600

#6, I hope you know Craig and are jesting. Otherwise, you are a sad, pathetic douche who feels it necessary to make personal attacks not only against the author but his girlfriend, whom i am sure you do not know and who is a lovely person. And that is the sign of a miserable existence. Of course, you could just be TC himself. which would then be funny. but i doubt it. -matthew

guest

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 12:06:16 -0600

TC, you will die, pasty, pudgy and prematurely. And no one will care. Furthermore, the fact that you have a girlfriend speaks volumes of her desperation.

guest

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 11:06:39 -0600

Holy shite! For a second, I thought you were recounting MY Sunday. Only, I ran the 5k...I'm a pathetic runner.

oh steph

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 10:05:13 -0600

Best. Dancing. Ever. I'll never understand why more people didn't want to join us.... It's a really good thing that we didn't break out the "Magicmic."

lownotes

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 09:03:45 -0600

Hilarious. I laughed from pelican to piss. I needed the inspiration as I have a marathon of sorts this weekend - rehearsal dinner tonight, wedding tomorrow night. At least it's not my wedding. Sucker.

guest

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 22:45:21 -0600

I only run when I'm being chased.

Benj

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 21:36:24 -0600

Oh, awesome. Carolynn said: "Damn, I knew he *ran* a marathon, but did he have to write one too?"