The Wogger's Graveyard

It was Halloween and I was Wogging in the graveyard in a part of town known as the Wogger's Graveyard. It got it's name because several years ago two teenagers went Wogging in the cemetery. They had decided to Wog there because they thought it would be peaceful and quiet. Never had an error in judgement been so deadly.

They were the kind of people who Wogged in the evening. As it was the fall the days were short and they were halfway through their Wog as twilight began. Suddenly they heard a strange sound. Like the sound of knives being drawn over the polished marble of a gravestone.

They checked their heart-rate monitors and and saw that the frightening sound had made their hearts beat faster. They were lulled into a false sense of security as they were both excited but yet distracted by the potential cardio-vascular improvement and concurring weight loss. Little did they know all that Cardio would just make their blood spurt out faster when they had their throats slashed.

They police never caught who did it. Some say he's still out there. Waiting. Waiting for more Woggers caught unaware on Halloween. Waiting for one more chance to ...ahhhhhhh!

Headed out of town. Check back on Monday.

It's all fun and games until some says 'Morbid Obesity"

So Woggers, I wanted to let you all know how much I have appreciate your support and comments and fun while I embark on this journey to Wog the San Antonio 1/2 Marathon in 3 weeks.

Three weeks!?! How did that happen?

But I digress.

I'm not sure that I am a better Wogger than I was before I started this blog but I think I am probably a better writer and that has to account for something. But what I have also noticed is that I think I am doing better as a person.

Since I have started writing Wogger's World I have started a new job that I find very fulfilling. My wife and I are more on top of our finances. I have been more careful about my diet and I have Wogger more. I also have started using a CPAP machine and am trying to be healthier in general.

The CPAP machine does kinda suck. I mean you try to sleep with this thing on.

But I think I am sleeping better. And my wife says I don't snore while wearing it. It is just taking some lifestyle adjustment.

And that's really what all this is about right? Lifestyle adjustment. But it dawned on me today that while I have been writing a lot about these adjustments I haven't been making the changes as drastically as I need to. Let's just say it is easier to write about them than to actually do them.

But I read something Thursday that I do need to make these changes more drastic than subtle. I mean, I have been losing weight and feel better (current allergy issues aside) but it has been a small change. I think I need to kick it up to radical change.

You see, while I was reading over my sleep study Thursday two words that got used several times lept out at me. "Morbid Obesity"

Look, I know I need to lose weight. But I have never thought of myself in those terms. Husky? Sure. Jolly? Definitely. Lots more to love? You bethcha. Obese? No. Morbidly obese? Definitely not.

I mean, I know we all see our selves differently than how others see us. In my mind I think I still look like I did in my high school graduation photo:

So I guess this journey isn't going to end on November 13th of this year. I guess this may indeed, just be the beginning. A New Era. A new Dawn. A New Dan.

See you Thursday Woggers. And bonus points if you can figure out who my "Graduation photo" is.

And this little 1/2 marathoner went wee ... in the porta-potty

Hello Woggers! I hope everyone is done well and enjoying their autumn.

As the crispness returns to the air (for those in the northern climes yes, we are just now getting crisp air down here on the Gulf Coast) our thoughts turn to college football, pumpkins, the turning of the leaves, and whether or not we should spend money on a personal porta-potty on race day.

What?

That's right. You heard me correctly. Of all the decisions I have had to make in preparing myself for the 1/2 marathon, this may be my most important yet.

One of the things that the San Antonio Rock & Roll Marathon and 1/2 Marathon offers is a First-Class porta-potty experience. Last year I thought this was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard of. They wanted to charge $100 for you to use a port-potty? Are you kidding me?

That was my attitude, right up until I had the use the the same row of pedestrian outhouses the other 30,000 people were using. then it became like one of those MasterCard commercials: It would have been priceless.

This year, instead of just buying a pass you have to buy like $150 in merchandise. Here is how the race promoters describe it:

Brooks VIP Porta Potty for a Super-Deluxe Start

Brooks' VIP Porta Potty is our way of thanking you for choosing Brooks and Moving Comfort gear, and rewarding you for all your hard work training for your Rock 'n' Roll Marathon or 1/2 Marathon.
To get your race off to the best possible start, we’ll have comfortable, climate-controlled restroom trailers set up at the starting line. Running water, flushing toilets, and some Run Happy® surprises await.
To gain your VIP access, you'll need to head to a participating retailer and purchase either Brooks or Moving Comfort merchandise; or make sure you get to the Health & Fitness Expo before the race and purchase official Rock 'n' Roll Marathon merchandise, Brooks apparel or running shoes, or Moving Comfort apparel.
Either way, you’ll receive a sticker for your race bib. The sticker is your race-day pass to Brooks' VIP Porta Potty, to be expertly staffed by Brooks employees and volunteers from participating local retailers.
Please note: Brooks' VIP Porta Potty will only be available for use before the race. To maximize your enjoyment, total admittance is capped. We strongly recommend arriving early because—trust us, it's worth it!

Yes that's right, you get an attendant and everything. The only reason I am hesitant is because it is only at the start line. To be honest that's not where I needed the nice portable. It was at mile 10. Because it was there I had to take a restroom break (remember as a Wogger I'm at the back of the pack here) and when I got in there all I could think was "Wow, somebody is having a really difficult race today."

And on that thought I wish you all a good night!