Mike's Marathon Blog

I haven’t blogged in weeks. Mainly because I haven’t worked out in weeks. Saturday was the first time I exercised in close to 2 weeks. I hurt my back a few Fridays ago at work. And what did I do bright and early the next morning to make it feel a whole lot better? I went golfing. Yea, I made it to about the 4th hole. I spent the rest of the weekend on my back on a hardwood floor. This was also me and Jack’s little weekend away at the Cape. We caught up with the Kardashians the whole weekend.

So, I took the week off. I was invited to a golf tournament on Thursday and made myself decline. This is when you know I’m not faking when I pass up free golf and a free dinner buffet afterward. I feel a lot better, but still sore. I tried to make a chiropractor appointment, but my amazing health insurance doesn’t cover chiropractor visits. Scumbags.You’d think a nurse’s health insurance would be good?

People have been telling me to get a deep tissue massage. Anyone ever have one of these? I’ve never had a massage, even an amateur one at home. I’m a huge baby when it comes to people touching me. I’ve heard a real massage hurts like hell and that some times you can’t even walk the next day. Someone’s going to have to drag me to this place.

Saturday was my first brick workout of the year. A brick workout is when you do one workout immediately after another. My friend and I rode 18 miles and then ran 5 miles. It was only my second bike ride of the season, so I thought I would be a little fatigued, but I felt pretty good. It helped having someone pull me half the time. I tried to run the next day, but my back was definitely sore from the brick. I shouldn’t have pushed it, but of course I did. I’ll take another few days off to rest. NYC training is right around the corner, so this back problem better pass sooner than later.

This past Sunday was my godson’s christening. I was about a half hour late to it because of my back. I went for a run and hurt my back about 3 miles out and had to walk home. I was already running late and still had to pick up my sister. She didn’t have a car because she had 20 shots of tequila the night before and her car was still at my house. Needless to say, the baby’s mama wasn’t too happy with me when I showed up.

Anyone ever been to a Greek christening? To give you a small taste, one of the first things we had to do, as godparents, was face west and renounce Satan by blowing on the ground. Yes, literally blow air out of our mouths towards the ground to condemn Lucifer. Oh and then we faced east again, obviously. After the devil left, we did the normal stuff: cover the kid with oil, dunk him in a bowl of holy water and his own hair (maybe some lamb juice? Not really sure what else was in there), pass him around the table a few times, come dangerously close to burning him with the 4-foot candles we were holding, shoot some incense in his mug, dress him in an all white unitard and call him a random Greek name because American names are frowned upon in the church.

What do you do after a Greek christening? You Greek dance for 5 hours.