Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

I'm sure you can already see where this is going

Yesterday Crockett and I were sitting at the table and I got an email regarding the Canyonlands Half Marathon. I mentioned it to him.

Crockett: Are you going to do it? Me: Nah. It's a lottery to get in. There's one in the fall though that you can just register for. (I turned the computer to show him.) It's actually the weekend of my fall break. Wanna go to Moab in October? Crockett: The weekend of October 16th? We don't have anything else going on? Me: Not that I can think of... Crockett: Are you sure? I pull up my calendar and show it to him. Me: Nope, nothing planned. You want to go? Crockett: stares. Me: still not getting it.

It went on like this for longer than I'd like to admit. Eventually? He reminded me that the day of the race is also HIS BIRTHDAY.


Magic n stuff

you used to be cool