- Oopsie: when power washing at your contracting gig, be sure to power wash the right thing. Paint is now mostly gone off my back deck rails. #
- I'm not certain that "carbo loading" encompasses "pounding down cheap pizza at the all hands meeting". I'll go with the liberal definition. #
- Congrats, Rosie, that was a lovely goal. Somehow I knew it wouldn't last through regulation, though. Damn it! #canes #
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My brain is weird. I just completed my second-to-last prep run before the Shamrock Marathon this Sunday, a short 6×400m interval. Thursday I’ll complete another short tempo run of 3 miles at race pace. I’ve trained for this thing for months… and now I have trepidation and fear I’m not going to finish while meeting my goals.
I went to a concert last night with my wife and a couple of friends and as I was driving us all back at midnight it dawned on me that this Sunday I’d be running for a longer period of time than had passed since I started hearing music earlier that evening. That’s daunting. We had an hour and a half drive back from the venue and I looked down at the Garmin and saw that I had 14 miles to the next turn. I could picture that turn ahead and the distance to it and it again hit me that I’d be running right past that distance and on for another 12 miles. What the hell?
I think it’ll be triathlons in the future. Obviously, never say never. But marathon distance I don’t think will ever be a comfortable distance.
Insert humor here
I had another shirt printed up for this race after lessons learned from my previous one. Last time, for the Marine Corps Marathon, my shirt only had text on the front and that text was quite small. (Click for a bigger image.) While running I saw many shirts… from the back, with messages that either humored me or touched me or at least distracted me. My shirt, on the other hand, was almost useless. The only people that would see me from the front were the crowds and they wouldn’t have time to read it. Obviously that didn’t work.
This time I have text on the front and back. Here’s the front:
That’s for the crowds which will hopefully be out in force in places. I figure if I can provide some humor for them they’ll be on my side. Here’s the back:
I still run in memory of my dad so I wanted to continue that. My wife asked if I was always going to leave that on there and I guess my response is “until there’s someone else that should be there.” The other thing was an effort to give those behind me a little something to hopefully take their minds off things for a few seconds. I remember many of the peoples’ shirts and signs during the MCM that provided much-needed levity and this was the funniest thing I could think of to put on mine.
It’s especially appropriate given my own reactions to this final week. Hopefully I won’t be a basket case by Sunday morning.
If it didn’t exist you wouldn’t get cool crap like this.
I simply can’t try it. My tolerance for whackiness and dongs is far too low.
- For the love of God, could we make free throws worth 2 points a piece in the final 2 minutes of basketball games? #
- This video is hilarious. Cutest thing I've seen in a long time! And the faces they make! http://tinyurl.com/yexpynj #
- (Must bow to @Amoebic for that last one. Credit where credit is due.) #
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I notice my daughter looking at my toes. They’re particularly gnarly recently. My left big toe alone sports three independent blisters including one on the interior that’s fantastic in both size and color. Its nail is cut roughly diagonally as it’s half dead. Two of my other nails on that foot are a fascinating shade of purple. The right foot is currently faring better with a mere half-lifted remnant nail over a nail bud on the pointer toe. I’m sure they’re a sight.
“Oh don’t look at my ugly toes,” I said.
“They’re not ugly, daddy.”
“Look at mommy’s toes, they’re much prettier.”
“But hers are just pink. Yours are all sorts of colors.”
Indeed they are.
I’m sure you’ve heard about this.
State Sen. Roy Ashburn (R-Calif.) was pulled over and arrested for drunk driving. Sources report that Ashburn — a fierce opponent of gay rights — was driving drunk after leaving a gay nightclub; when the officer stopped the state-issued vehicle, there was an unidentified man in the passenger seat of the car.
It’s amazing how often this stuff comes out. Look at the Pope’s house.
Angelo Balducci, an Italian executive who’s been a Gentleman of his Holiness — the elite group of black-suited men who serve the pope in unpaid roles as ushers — negotiating with the 29-year-olf Nigerian Vatican choir member for the services of male prostitutes, as part of the larger prostitution ring.
Oopsie!
I bet these guys have a lot on common with The Onion’s Bruce Heffernan.
- A mediocre goalie and a 4th round pick for Aaron Ward? I smell a salary dump. #
- We’ll miss you, Walks.
# - The suspense. It is killing me. #nhl #canes #
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