I learned a fun new word this week:
I know what you’re thinking:
Dude, that word is the core of your humor. What are you talking about?
True. Farts are the source of my sophisticated (for a 7th grader) wisecracks. But I’m not talking about those. I’m referring to the Swedish definition:
That’s correct ladies and gentlemen, Fart == speed in the Swedish language.
Photo: Owen W Brown/Flickr
If you ever go to Sweden and find yourself being pulled over for going too fast, you can tell the officer:
I didn’t fart.
And this works the other way here in America. Say you’re at a dinner party and you let one rip. Someone will be like:
Wow, it stinks in here. Dave was that you?
You can be like:
No man, I didn’t fart. I was just sitting here.
They won’t know you’re referring to the Swedish definition, so it will be OK.
Don’t say that you never learn anything useful here on 1500 Days.
My running continues to progress. I’m running longer and longer distances. However, I still have no fart. I’m slow and beginning to think that running the half-marathon in under 2 hours is an impossible goal. Perhaps under 2:20 is more reasonable?
I can run 9-minute miles for shorter distances and this pace would be doable for a 5k or even a 10k. Probably not a half-marathon though.
Maybe I’m counting myself out too early? I still have almost two months to train and 10 pounds to shed.
Update: Week #5
This week, I completed my longest run yet at 7.5 miles. I hope to knock out a 10 miler before the month is over.
Maybe I made a breakthrough too. On the 7.5 mile run day, I felt terrible at