My Obituary...

Sometimes, it's best not to open random emails from your friends. Case in point; this morning, I received an email from Puddles. Now, this isn't normally such an alarming thing, as it doesn't happen with much frequency. However, this time was different. In his search for new life goals, he decided to attempt to complete the Disneyland Half-Marathon. Good for him, right? One small problem, he doesn't want to do it alone. Enter the email.

"This could be the greatest think you will ever do in your life. Join me. I need someone there to take me to the hospital if I collapse."

Editor's Note: Yes, he really typed think. So, because I am a supportive friend (and because I have a little bit of a death wish) I agreed to run with him.

Now, this isn't necessarily a bad thing. I've been working out for a little over a year now. I run a mile at least three times a week. So, technically, I'm in shape. Editor's Note: This is where you would say, "Yeah, what shape is that? Round?" But the farthest I've ever run at once is 4 miles. This is 13.1 MILES!

So, at my funeral on September 4th, please remember the good times. Make sure you say something nice about me. And, unlike me, try not to fall off of the stage...


Julie Hibbard said...

You'll have to run a lot more than one mile three times a week to get ready for a half marathon. You will have to start some serious training or you WILL be in trouble.
13 1/2 miles is like from Saddleback Church to Main Beach Laguna.
Yeah. I don't even like to DRIVE that!
Can you just go root him on? Buy him some new shoes? Take him out for a drink afterward?
You are one good guy, Josh. I just think there are limits to what is considered "friendship"! Yikes! :)

Josh(ua) Treece said...

There are DEFINITELY limits! But Eric and I are a team! He's beenn there for me a lot over the past 3 1/2 years, so I'll be there for him.

It's like Dwight Schrute said, "We’re like one of those classic famous teams. He’s like Mozart and I’m like…Mozart’s friend. No. I’m like Butch Cassidy and Michael is like…Mozart. You try and hurt Mozart? You’re gonna get a bullet in your head courtesy of Butch Cassidy."

Pray for us! We're going to die!

Brent said...

Good luck.

I'll say a kind word at the memorial service.