In an effort to GET OUR BUTTS IN GEAR, we’ve started a friendly little competition around these parts. Between myself, Jim and my mom, we are seeing who can log the most miles on our Nike+ (all honestly tracked at nikeplus.com). Every 320 cumulative miles earns a celebratory dinner for four, shipped direct from our beloved Barbara Jeans. Losers with the least logged miles buy, natch. And actually, we could really use a fourth competitor. So if running for the best crab cakes and “chocolate stuff” on Earth sounds like your bag, drop us a line and we’ll be happy to kick your butt. I mean invite you in.

And by the way, if you haven’t checked out Nike+ by now, it’s time to get out of the dark ages. It is only the coolest motivational tool around, where trash talking is not only allowed but encouraged. And no, neither Nike nor Apple are paying me to tell you this. But Nike and Apple, if you’re reading this, we are totally open to sponsorship opportunities. Please have your people call our people (at your earliest convenience).