The Message

This is what started it all. It was about 11:30pm or so and after the second set at the Orbit Room. What that means is that there has been a considerable about of alcohol consumed at this point, so confidence and the level of belligerence is running higher than normal. Standing outside on the patio with Tafari, I begin to talk about getting in shape and Tafari suggests I should challenge Mike to create some healthy, or maybe not so healthy competition. I proceed to talk trash and decide it was a good idea to call Mike and propose the idea. It went something like....or exactly like this.

"I have a suggestion, first of all, don’t record your message while you’re driving your car, it’s way too much background noise. Second of all, you’re going down…ummm, I haven’t decided how I’m gonna spell it yet, but my blog is gonna be called theruhlduel.blogspot.com. Third of all, I will eat Big Macs and cheeseburgers and fries and maybe even drink beer and still put you down. We haven’t decided how the criteria for this challenge is gonna go, but you’re gonna lose, there’s no question you’re gonna lose, cause that’s just the way it is. I challenge you to transcript this message and put it out for all to see it, but, you’re going down, that’s all there is to it. That is it."

You see, this is what I do. I get myself in over my head and now there is no backing down. We have yet to set up the rules and such, but they are coming. I am sure that Mike will have a similar post with this same message, but I wanted to take ownership for it and make it clear that it was just not some drunken rant. To be fair, when Mike was here a few weeks ago, we threw around the idea of a challenge similar to that of last summer. So this wasn't completely out of the blue.

I'm now headed to the grocery store to undoubtedly embark on the first leg of this journey. Cut way back on this I love. Cheese, mayo, too much cereal, sugary juices, peanut butter. Life will be bland, but healthy. I owe it to my body. It's been through a lot, and it's time to give back. Finally, I will conclude with the transcript of another phone call I made to Mike last night at 2:52am.

"I just ate 2 hot dogs on one bun with ketchup and bacon bits and it was awful. And I didn’t drink anything af- anything that consisted of beer after I talked to you. I drank vodka sodas. I’m serious. I’m going for a run right now."

*transcript credits must be given to Mike. Thanks.