Happy Mother F*@&#R Day!!!

What a week! I'll do my best not to dwell on my bullshit to much. Please bear with me for just a moment. Mrs Titus is in Alaska and the young Titus is at dinner with her boyfriends family. So, Jake is flying solo tonight. Frankly, it sucks. As you all know, today is Mothers Day. Being estranged from my mother has left me in a weird funk. To top it off her birthday is tomorrow. It's a blatant reminder that I do not have what most of you do. So my message to all of you is "appreciate what you have."

Not wanting to stay home alone tonight I decided to treat myself to dinner. Bad idea!!! I arrived at a local restaurant tonight to get a bite to eat and discovered that it was PACKED!!! So, I elected to eat at the bar. Now, can you help me out here? What the fuck possesses drunk people in bars to strike up conversations with me? I mean really, is there some neon message plastered across my forehead that says "Talk to me, I'm pathetic"? No, there isn't. Two weeks ago a guy babbles to me about wanting to be a solider of fortune and kill people. (No, I'm not fucking kidding.) Now tonight this couple starts in on me. To provide a little background, this restaurant/bar belongs to a friend of mine. These two dirt bags are "BLITZED"!!! They start telling me how bad the food is and how bad the service is, blah blah blah blah blah. Not five minutes into this whole episode the male half of the "Hammered Duo" says "hey, can you get me a job?" .............???? WTF? Are you kidding me? You verbally dismantle my friends business and then ask me for a job? Why? Why me? Can I not wallow in my own misery in peace? Does every drunk on the west coast somehow "relate" to me?

So I have this entire week off. I do not have to return to work until next Sunday. Last week I posted a list of things that I hoped to accomplish. Without having time off I have already accomplished seven of the nineteen listed items. This week might actually end up going pretty well. Unfortunately I won't have the chance to see my friend Skid. Of all the things on my list, I looked forward to that the most. Well, maybe next time.

The running is going well. I am forcing myself to train two days and then take one day off. So far there are no pains. In addition I am continuing to be motivated. I still have to pick a race out for June. Hopefully by doing that, my motivation to train will remain high.

"I've Got The Runs"

Why do I do it to myself? I really think that I am nuts sometimes. So I decided to get back into running.

You see, a few years ago I got a wild hair up my ass and started to train for a triathlon. I trained and trained. Several months went by and I stuck with it. I was doing well, or so I thought. One day I started have pain in my hip while running. If I slowed to a walk the pain went away. If I picked the pace back up, the pain returned. I spoke with friends who are insane runners (marathons and centuries). They all said the same thing. "You are over training, slow down". I followed the advise given. That became my down fall.

You see, I am a bit of an extremist. I do nothing "halfway." If I take interest or liking to something, I immerse myself in the subject or activity. So, as you can imagine, I went from future Ironman superstar to Jaba the Hut Jr.....in just a matter of weeks.

What made my conversion back to a slug so easy, was the wife. Mrs Titus would often mock me when I trained. I'm not a spastic runner or anything, it just makes her laugh. She thinks running is a completely silly waste of time. You see, Mrs. T hates to run. She fucking "HATES IT"! She hates it more than when I leave dishes in the sink or my socks under the coffee table. So when I returned to my NFL command post (the recliner), she made no bones about it.

On Friday she drops this insane bit of news on me. "Jake, I signed up for the Bay to Breakers 10k. It's in two weeks." WTF!!! "Honey"; I said, "You despise running!" She echoed the same sentiment in her reply. She went on to explain that she didn't have the slightest clue what possessed her to sign up, other than "It looked fun." Again, WTF? So now, back to my moment of insanity. Her actions have motivated me to train again. This time I am starting off a bit slower with more reasonable goals. I am going to run in a 5k by mid-June. That is my goal. I'll keep you posted. Holy shit, what the fuck am I doing?

Jake