It's going to be legen...wait for it...DARY!

Lately, I've had a series of annoying age-related realizations.  I'll spare you the details, because they likely fall into the category of "TMI,"  but I won't spare you the effects of said realizations.  Because they are--like I said--LEGENDARY.

Here's the deal:  if I don't change something quick, my pancreas is going to blow out like an overworked tire and I'll end up turning into a Meegan-shaped pile of sugar long before Jamie graduates from high school.  This isn't good.  So, in a nutshell, I've decided that--against my own better judgement--I am going to run in some sort of K race on or around my birthday.

However, I hate commitments.  Also, I'm pretty sure that I look like this when I run:

To avoid all of that, I decided to make up my own event.  And so, I am proud to announce the...

First Annual 

Guy Fleegman Run for Your Life

(or walk.  whatever.  it's your life.)

Here's how it will work:

1.  Decide you're going to participate.
2.  Wake up on Sep. 22nd.
3.  Going for a run.  Or a walk.  You decide where and how far.

Now, it's been pointed out to me that one of the reasons people participate in these crazy things (when staying at home and eating donuts is so much more inviting) is for the t-shirt, so I added a few more instructions:

2a.  Get out your red shirt and a sharpie.  The shirt HAS to be red.  In the spirit of Crewman Number Six(es) everywhere.
2b.  Write, "First Annual Guy Fleegman Run For Your Life, 2012" on the front and "I'm the plucky comic relief" on the back.

Also, as it will be Brianna's 15th birthday (one of the age-related realizations that freaked me out), I added yet ANOTHER instruction.  I know, this is getting WAY too complicated, but here it is:

4.  Eat a piece of cake and think about how this is the last year that Monna and Casey don't have to worry about living with a teenage driver.

Guys!!!!!  This will be awesome!  There will be literally three or four of us, dressed in our awesome red shirts (for unity!), from all four corners of Utah running for our lives.

To indicate your participation, text or email me the phrase, "By Grabthar's hammer, I WILL RUN IT!"

And if you missed the link the first time, here it is again for your viewing pleasure:

click on the dang link, already!