Born and bred on the mean streets of Old South London Ont. At some point in my life I figured out that I like to run a lot. Ran in university whilst pursuing a degree in History. History degrees are useless, so kept running after Uni. I’ll run kinda fast every so often. I dig this sport, it’s fun and ya meet cool people along the way. Fueled by cookies, beer and pretty girls.
S**T ROB HAS SAID:
About girls and alcohol.
“Sometimes I do questionable things and sometimes I make stupid decisions. And well, next week I am doing one of those questionable things, and it was all set up by one of those stupid decisions. I have set myself up for disaster people, and I hope to hell that I can make it through this ordeal relatively unscathed. In typical Rob fashion this is all the result of one of my favourite vices. No, not liquor this time. It’s all because of a pretty girl.”
“Holy s**tshow batman! Sorry for the break folks. The last few weeks has been just silly, straight up wonky! So I went to Vancouver with the lady, that was an awesome trip I had so much fun, her family were a bunch of friggen saints. Honestly and truly, just good people. I’m pretty sure that they thought I was an alright dude also. The nanny even hooked me up with a bunch of socks…”
“Last weekend I went to one of the coolest things ever. This was something that I didn’t even know existed before last weekend, probably something that most dudes have never heard of, but holy balls man, it was awesome! What was it? A Bridal Showcase.”
Regarding search terms used for visitors landing on his Blog:
“To the person who stumbled upon this site after searching “Partying in Guelph.” Welcome!”
“So I went to Japan last week. That place is awesome, but geeze louise, it is far away!”
“Oh Shit man, I gotta run a marathon in 3 days.”
So picture this; you’re in a small Las Vegas wedding chapel. You are there for your best friend’s wedding, you’ve known this guy since you were 4, but then when the wedding starts he’s not your best friend…he’s Elvis! and also, the preacher is Elvis! You’re caught kinda off guard, taken aback a bit. Then you glance to the left, you see that the groomsman is dressed in a full on velour suit, he’s a pimp! and the maid of honor is actually a dude! Now look down, you’re the best man but you’re not even wearing a shirt, just really short shorts and flip flops. What the hell is going on?
“Yo, so I have a bunch of older brothers. I love them all very much and they are great guys. But when I was 8 they were 9, 13 & 14years old respectively, and they were all assholes”.
“Remember last blog when I talked about my lame 6th grade teacher? Yeah, well I remembered another lame thing about her. One time she said the capital of Florida was Jacksonville. I corrected her and told her it was actually Tallahassee. She disagreed, I persisted in saying it was Tallahassee. Then she said “I’ve been to Florida several times, I think I’d know!” What a stupid statement. Anyways, we left it at that, but I sure hope she went home and looked it up and then felt like a damn fool once she realized she got owned by an 11 year old. (11 or 12? how old are you in 6th grade?)”.
“I gotta give a huge shout out to my speedy french friend Alex Genest. Alex rocked an 8:19 steeple in Barcelona last week. Friggen right! I watched that s**t on the Internet and basically blew my load in my shop down here at work”.
“So it was father’s day yesterday. I love my father. Pops has sired 5 boys, we all love him very much. Wanna know something funny about us 5boys? If you take the first letter from each of our names, you can make a funny/relevant word. Scott, Pete, Erik, Rob, Mike, haha, well played mom and dad,you guys are funny.”
“I just got a new phone and my god people, have you seen what these things are capable of these days? I have been to busy having my mind blown to write a blog. Apps for everything! Absofreakinglutely everything! Life is so easy now.”
“One night when I was in University I was out socializing with a couple buddies. It was winter and we were at the Surfside. We drank some brews and ate some pizza, it was a fun night. On the walk home buddy #1 decided to start throwing snowballs at cars. It was funny and we all joined in the activity. At one point buddy #1 picked up what he thought was a chunk of snow, it turned out to be a dead pigeon. He threw it at a car anyways…”
“Good news, I am now back and running. I even got to do a workout yesterday! 1x (3km/2min/1km). Bad news, three weeks of non-running and extensive biking are essentially the same as three weeks non-running and no biking.”
“I have to make a public apology here. My parents have made their way to this blog and I may have said some things that have offended them. So here we go. Dad; I love you, fade from the front is awesome and I should never have doubted it. You rock. Mom; I love you too, Robin is not a bad name at all, I actually like it. you rock just as hard as Dad. Now to make it up to you guys, I’m going to give you something you’ve always wanted. I’m going to get out there and make mom and dad a grandkid. Ladies of the internet beware, my parents want a grandkid.”
“Kirkpatty! Yes! Way to knock up AnnMarie! Congrats to Kirkpatty and AnnMarie, your seed will live on. That baby is going to be awesome! I can’t wait until 2030 when I get that kid drunk and tell it stories about its parents.”
“Hey Guelph XC!”
“Good luck at the CIS champs this weekend, punish some fools up there in French Canada, the land of Poutine and hockey goalies.”
“Sonofabitch, I have been trying to write a new post for three days now. But each time I start I just end up writing an bunch of really stupid crap…”