The White Boy is Back Baby!

The white boy is back
And you know he could never be wack.
The white boy is back.

The white boy is back.
With his foot up in your ass crack.
The white boy is back.
cuz you know he's the white boy.

The white boy is back.
And you know that he never smoked crack.
The white boy is back.
cuz you know he's the white boy...


Sorry you have to follow the link above to get to the music clip, I guess 45 seconds is too short for a music video and when I embedded the script it played something totally different.

After taking a week off like a good Baboo I finally got to run today. I got up bright and early and the GEEKGRL dropped me off at the airport and I flew in to Dallas, drove out to Joe Pool Lake and hit the dam for a quick run before having to zip over to my Pro rules clinic. I have to say I felt strong and fluid. I was holding back for the first few miles because 1) I know I was going for, well, a few miles and 2) I didn’t want to push my luck…but it just felt soooo goooood! I kept looking down at Garmin and bringing my pace back down a bit, you know, to display the appropriate decorum for one coming off a calf injury.

I hit the turn around, pretty much the end of the dam road at mile 4, and decided to go for a negative split. I hit somewhere about mile 6.5 and decided to kick it so I dropped to a 7:30 pace and held on until about mile 7.5 when I thought it best that I cool down a tad before jumping in the rental car and trucking over to my rendezvous with my USAT peeps.

What can I say, the run felt FANTASTIC and I do not have any soreness. The only thing I noticed is that my HR was higher than usual for the pace I was running but I’m not too worried about that because I know I have time to bring that back into line by Silverman if not by Soma.

Now the Baboo has got to get some shut eye…3:00 a.m. wake-up call, hit breakfast and then go help to make the Toyota U.S. Open Triathlon a fair and honest place.