Monday, June 28, 2010

Name That Nut Job

They say that all you need to run are two legs.  It turns out that one leg will do just fine.  Just ask a Canada Goose . . . or a nut job runner.

It was hot and humid along the Erie Canal on Sunday but the miles were entertaining. 

When the run was over and everybody was back at the parking lot cooling off, the Cannibal brought out the special yellow sweat towels.

I was sweating profusely and couldn't wait to receive my free towel.  But it wasn't to be.

Baba the Freak already had one from a previous run.  The Cannibal handed two folded towels over to the Aussie.

How many special yellow towels did the mule get?  Zero.

Just who is this Aussie and why did he get two towels?

He's a runner with a good nature and a great sense of humor and we like him, but still, he got two towels.

And another thing.  He needs a nickname.

Any suggestions for this Sheaf Stout drinking friend from down under would be appreciated.  Perhaps something to do with his new-found habit of destroying bass drums.  Or maybe something about towels.

Good friends, good laughs, good run.  What more could you ask for?

Well, a yellow towel would have been nice.

Local Races Coming Up:
Tommy's Run - July 3, Orchard Park
Run For Rover - July 11, LaSalle Park

Nut Job Ultras:
Summer Beast Of Burden - August 21, Lockport NY
Oil Creek 100 Trail Runs - October 16, Oil Creek State Park, PA

Links I Like:
A Better Breakfast Taco 
Animated Exercises


  1. I would report the Cannibal to the EEOC. This is obviously a case of gender discrimination.

  2. I hadn't looked at it from that angle! Is this some sort of secret man-club we've discovered, where the entrance into the man cave society is a yellow towel???

  3. Nothing of the sort. Women just sweat nicer and more nicely than men. There's a reason I always have a good wash down after a log run!!!

    Think of it as a compliment.

  4. To our rugged running friend down under - thank you for the profound towel insight. Much appreciated!

    You will be happy to know that after a hot, gutsy, deer fly infested run along the Pendleton Bike Path trail with my favorite nut job friends, I was presented with two yellow towels by none other than the Cannibal himself. Does it get any better than this? I can't even imagine.


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