What's going on?

Hey there, friend. What's happening?

Oh...I'm good...what's that? You want to know what's going on with me? Oh...okay...well here you go...

In case you haven't heard, the Jayhawks are going to a BCS game. The Orange Bowl to be exact. I'm sure there are a few disgrunted Tigers in the house...but hey...we got what we deserved. As did you...you burn down our town...you get a crappy bowl game. At least that's my reasoning. :) I certainly don't get the whole BCS system, but I'm certainly not complaining. There's talks of an Orange Bowl party in the Jayhawk Casa...with Orange Glazed Chicken, Citrus Salad, and maybe even orange upside cake...we'll see how that transpires.

I still haven't had any luck finding that tragically awesome "Get A Degree With Teeth" commercial that Mizzou takes such great pride in. But I did find this...which is close enough. Feel free to give a little chuckle. If you ever have the chance to see the commercial, do it (it's essentially based on this print ad)...because the graphics are hilarious and it kinda makes you glad that you didn't go there (sorry Margo & Oz).

So the Jayhawks are going to a Big Kids Bowl Game for the first time in like...ever...and I ran a race this weekend. My one and only 5k of the year. And it sucked. Bad. I couldn't find my groove. My foot was throbbing. And I really just wanted it to be over before it ever even began. The weather was craptacular as the sky spit down sleet and snow the day before. My parents did fantastic. My dad was soooooooooooo close to placing in his age group. He averaged a pace of 9 and some change. Where the hell did he come from?! Seriously. He just decides to run...and he's good at it. In fact, he did his first 8 miler last week and completely rocked it. And he's got his first ever double digit run this weekend. My mom did a great job at the Jingle Bell Run as well...she shaved off 3 minutes from her previous 5k and was able to keep under a 15:00 pace. She, too...rocks.

As for me and my piss poor performance (of a 10:54 pace), I may find revenge by running bandit this weekend. Haven't decided if I'll cough up the money and register or not. It'll likely be a morning of decision. I've never run a race bandit. I like to think I've got a solid moral fiber. So we'll see how that pans out.

Sunday night was Modest Mouse with my hot date. It reminded me just how old I am. By the end of the show we were tired...and annoyed that we stank of smoke...and were sore from standing for so long. But yay for me knowing all the old school tunes. Funny to think I saw them 7+ years ago before anyone ever heard of them (but then again, all the music I like seems to fall in this category now-a-days).

The shower is fixed, finally. I didn't post about it...but things always seem to break and go wrong when we have company around. To make a long story short we had about 4 inches of standing water. Dirty, smelly, nasty water. Draino didn't work. Plunging made it worse. And eventually, it just backed up and stood there...dirty...smelly...and nasty...until our building engineer could fix the damn clog days later. Showering in our workout room was severely overrated. I've seen postage stamps that are bigger than that shower.

And what else happened? Phog turned three. And I've worked around 30-something hours in 3 days. Oh...and that weird, swollen, oh my god i'm going to die, thing...finally cleared up. I feel much better. I'm chalking it up to a swollen lymph node like Dr. Mike and Nurse Lisa all diagnosed.

So I had a minor panic attack earlier this evening. Little Miss Runner Pants so astutely pointed out that the Kansas 70.3 is only 6 months and eleven days away. That's scary. You think that's a long ways away...but it's really not. What's even scarier is that Mike's full Ironman is a little over 8 months away...eep!

We're hoping to meet with Maurice tomorrow to get all the details of our training plan ironed out. Something tells me I'm going to be scared out of my mind...

God help us...