On your marks, get set...
The year is, officially, new and folk around the globe re-evaluating lives, attempting to adjust bad behaviors, generally clean up and get back to a “right track.” But have you made resolutions of your own to begin this 2025? Maybe a change in diet? A concerted effort cut screen time? A renewed commitment to physical fitness?
Regarding the latter, what is your exercise of choice? Swimming? Gym attendance? Running?
And regarding the latter, once more, when was the last time you sprinted at full maximum speed?
It’s a funny and/or sad that growing older robs us of both occasion and desire to really let the governor off and go all out. As children, sprinting like the wind is as natural as it is necessary. We run fast to test our mettle against peers, run fast because Arnold schwarzenegger created the Presidential Fitness Challenge and we had to, run fast because sports, getting chased, chasing etc. But as adults all that disappears and we are only left with a vague memory of how quickly our legs can move.
Until, that is, the ice cream truck comes a’ comin.
On today’s very first show of 2025, the 301st, David Lee Scales and I got the funniest note from a fellow fifty-ish-year-old Ventura, California-based surfer who had an incredible story of a dash n crash he recently took. As he tells it, he was working on a boat when he heard the iconic jingle of an ice-cream truck. He decided to indulge, put down his tools, and marched outside where he saw two younger men ahead of him. He thought, “Not today…” and decided to whiz full throttle. He started pumping those legs and things were looking good as he sped past them but then, as things happen when adults run at full speed, his toe nipped a bit of metal, his upper body continued while his legs strained to catch up before the inevitable washout.
He was injured enough to be forced out of the lineup for a month, though did get his chocolate malt. The whole business made me think, though, about making sprinting my New Year’s Resolution.
But who, here, would win a footrace?
What if there was money on the line and also enough to pay for hip replacements, knee surgeries, foot amputations etc.?
While you are thinking you can enjoy episode 301.
An instant classic.
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Every day. Gotta show my 5-year-old she ain’t shit.
Fucking relax guy. This is a place of snark and sarcasm. You write a passage about how great you are, you should expect some flak in return.
Glad to hear you endured and broke out of whatever was ailing you.
hahahaha…he must be new to Beachgrit and hasn’t heard of tall poppy syndrome.
oo7 is not an 86…bond must over come broccali and disney…franchise in or out?
terry has real tits. seinfeld has questions. are they real?
Lucy left the bar!
007?
Legend in your own mind. And unless you’re a Benny, you got your words backwards.
can’t remember. what year is it?
Your Mom’s have all been chasing me since the 80’s. Occasionally one catches me, but that’s only the sprinters….
Sprinter Vans?
You maybe able to run . . but your mouse skills !
I sprint full speed past long winded comments
new commenter here: Oh My God. Are we Ok?
Not you Tim, love your show
Friendly Game of kickball. 4 years ago maybe… Turned up the heat to tag out a cuzzo sprinting for home plate. The defensive hustle secured the victory. While simultaneously showing all the other cuzzos that Leo’s still got it.
Bunch of cunts you all are.
Me and the lads had a little sprint. I came in 2nd.
Im no athlete, but after returning to running I definitely feel less like a decrepit old bastard.
A gentleman should never be seen to be in such an undignified hurry so as to need to raise ones gait above a gentle stroll, nor indulge in such exercise that one might be in danger of perspiring.
tonight’s lifeguard/DEI ambassador is…KOA.
Probably 20ish years ago when my youngest was little. He was a runner, and I don’t mean track.
Hmmm. Definitely wasn’t today, nope not yesterday, last month was quiet… I’m gonna say 40 years minimum
I am a marathon runner. Besides intervals training, always the last 1/4 mile. of a race Of course pace in my mind and in reality are a bit different, 26 miles deep.
peruse JP’s Running High. quite a feat. alcoholic jogger.
I went full pelt a couple of weeks ago having fun with a Kelpie on the beach. Smashed it and would smash any cunt here!
Bring it!
Six months durrie free!
Xox
Beach sprinting brings a boy close to god, the high-reaching quads, arms pumping, it’s like flying. Better than sex, surfing, jiujitsu, wrestling etc. But only in little doses, twice a day. A forgotten pleasure, like couch kissing.
I tried several sessions of beach running a few months ago to lose the kilos and damned near screwed my achilles for good. Luckily Dr. Google said to stop doing the thing, so I did.
Awwww Derek you are such a sweety deep down. Bless you.
Xox
I could give you a run for your money when in Frankston bolting from the psychos
Seriously I want a fucking running race.
Xox
I hit full speed fairly often in chase of our pigs and chickens when they escape.
highest speed attained at highest anger.
Those pigs and chickens keeping you forever young.
hearing a bell. time to write. practice. develop. blog. beachgrit. with a pen and ink~
I’m envious if your chickens only run in a straight line!
they all have a deadly side step.
I’m picturing Looney-Toons types scenarios with cliffs, fake tunnels painted onto walls etc.
🤣
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