Woke this morning all twisted in the flannel sheets, naked and hard and was thinking of pushing the log in her fire, but opted instead to hop out of bed and wait until the sun rises so I can hit the trail for a run.

Need to listen to some OAR and space out in the run. Races later this winter and the need to stretch the limbs out in the woods is a stronger motivator than sex?? Go figure. Must REALLY need my coffee. But it wouldn't be the first time I bone up several times during a run and need to unload later. Something about the solitude and difficulty of the hills and navigating the ground and roots etc., that really clears the mind.

Have been putting off looking at my training plan for a couple of weeks now, but it is time. I need to step it up and get motivated.

The Blessings of Scotch and Lights

Had a small dinner party last night for 12 and served this great scotch made locally right here in the Hudson Valley. The company is called Tuthilltown Spirits and the pic of the guy pouring above is Gable Erenzo, one of their Distillers. Love supporting local businesses and this area of New York hasn't seen a distillery since pre-Prohibition, so we are long overdue. And man, do I highly recommend their scotch. Check out the website. Guess it doesn't hurt that all of the guys working there are smoking hot.

Got a note from the Grizzly this morning. Damn if that guy doesn't get my juices flowing. Bad enough I suffer from hangover hornys, but to wake to a letter from the Denver Bronco himself has the log stoked and looking for heat. He recommended Burlesque which looks great and I need to add it to the list of movies and books I want to read right now.

So the Grizzly was helping Denver kick-off their Christmas season last night. And man, I wish I was there to help hold the ladder for him. How long do you think it would be before I unzipped that fly or dove right through his jeans to get at his dark furry stuff? He's lucky he is a million miles away:)

Reminds me that I am going to try and rally and get into the Christmas spirit and not just because I want to get blown on a ladder, but like the dinner last night, the holidays are a great time to be thankful and feel blessed for what we have.

Drew Carried the Day

Thanksgiving was nice and relaxing -- eating and football and some excellent red wine. Just what the doctor ordered. And what a football game. Loved watching the Saints and Cowboys go at it. Turned out to be a much closer game than I thought it would. I even had fun texting smack talk with a buddy in Texas who was trapped watching a kids Christmas movie so I could fill him in on the scores. Both teams played well and each had one major fuck up that could have cost either the game. All came down to a 59 yard attempt by the Cowboys kicker, but it slanted left (not like my dick) and the Saints were victorious. Cowboy tight end, Jason Witten gets the hot ass I'd like to put my log in award for the game. Damn this guys ass fills those pants and he played damn well. He's the guy on the right, streching for what must be a typical workout in Cowboys camp -- getting mounted from behnd:)

On a sep note, was talking with a buddy who was on a long car ride from Fort Benning to his parents home in Florida for thanksgiving. We chat pretty regularly, especially when he is in Iraq through facebook, so it is great that he is at home. Anyway, we got into a conversation about water polo of all things. I didnt realize he played that in high school and college but man was I sporting some major wood on that drive. He is straight, but went on to describe how at college it was thought of as the total pussy sport. Like wrestling, I guess because you wear practically nothing and are rolling on top of men, you stand a strong chance of getting that rep. Myself, I think treading in water and wrestling with a dude and trying to be aware of where the fuck the ball is and NOT getting wood in a speedo would be a hell of a work out. By the time I pulled up inthe driveway, my boxers were soaked with precum. When he first returned home from his deployment, the girl he had been in touch with told him she was dating someone else. Even though he was in Seattle, he reached out and started texting me as he got progressively more drunk. I kept it cool guys! But damn, the thought of a tall hot dude, who has had no sex in  18 months, drunk and vulnerable?? That fueled some major jacking power that night.

I really only follow a couple of sports anymore, professional football and college basketball. In true American tradition, Thanksgiving is a day honored by turkey, stuffing and laying on the couch and watchng football. Today's big line-up for me is the Saints vs The Cowboys. I'm not a huge fan of the Saints. I hate the Cowboys. The Cowboys suck and there leader Tony Romo is the king douche-bag of football (second to his teams owner). I know that Romo is going to get his ass spanked in public AGAIN today, so there is no point in even speculating on the outcome of the game. One of the reasons I love to watch football is to also play, "which player would I fuck?" It makes for a great boner on the couch and an occassional reason to get head while I am watching the game. Todays toss-up is a no contest. Drew baby, assume the position. Happy Thanksgiving!

When the Spirit Makes You Want to Run

Since tomorrow is Thanksgiving, I wanted to pause and reflect on how blessed I am to have a great job, friends and family I care deeply about and the health and happiness that allows me to pursue my many interests.  I have debated for some time about writing a blog and sharing my thoughts, feelings etc., and have decided to take the plunge. There are a few really great blogs out there that I read regularly and even some bloggers I have come to know personally. I hope that if you have something to say or comment on my rants and raves, you’ll take the time to post or to send me an email. I’d love to hear from you and promise to reply to you.