Fast Boat to China

7 02 2009

Chinese Year of the Ox 5k

Horrible night of sleep. Didn’t actually pass out until after 11 and then was woken up by crazy cats and dogs (it was a fullmoon) at about 4:15am. Had a onion bagel and some coffee with Heidi before she left for work, then I hopped on the Cannondale and made my way up to the race start.

Asphalt and stem.

Asphalt and stem.

Curry and Scottsdale.

Curry and Scottsdale.

A mini-riparian refuge fed by canals.

A mini-riparian refuge fed by canals.

Root Down.

Root Down.

After locking my backpack and bike to a tree root I took off for about a 20 minute warmup jog. This race was pretty small but the course was hilly so there was a bit of a challenge to it. Anyways we took off and started my watch as I crossed the start line (the race wasn’t chip-timed). The first few hundred yards were a little slow-going as I weaved throughout the joggers but I finally broke free and got into a steady pace. It was a fairly uneventful 5k. It went by quick and I crossed the line in pain. It was awesome.

My goal was set at a conservative 24:30 and I pretty much crushed that by clocking a 22:42. That’s a PR, friends. 7:19 per mile. I’m happy with that.  Not only did I PR but for the first time ever I placed in my age group! Yeah…kinda funny, I stuck around for the raffle and place medals because I was half interested to see if I did in fact squeeze by.

Maple sportin' my bling.

Maple sportin' my bling.

Alright. Well that’s it for me. Time for a shower and to really start the day.





Luke Warm Persistance

4 02 2009

I woke up yesterday morning with some severe pain in my right foot/ankle. Pain so bad I had to manipulate my foot to ensure I hadn’t broken anything.  By the end of the day it had slowly eased and today I’m feeling just fine.  It was a little scary. Though I’m not certain what the culprit was I’m wondering if it’s the kicking action while I swim. Not having much swimming experience it’s a relatively new motion for me.  I suppose time will tell.

An evening poolside.

An evening poolside.

I just got back from a nice run; from my house to the start of Saturday’s race and back. It took me just about 20 minutes to get to the starting point, which I’m afraid may be a little too much for a pre-race warm-up. I’m really shooting for a PR here and I don’t want to over extend myself and flop before I hit the finish mat. Instead I think I’ll bike to the race and do a little jog around before it starts.

Right now I’m just sittin’ in the chair, looking at dogs, the dogs are looking at me. It’s time to fix a drink.

…and probably feed the dogs.





Left Leg Hump

20 01 2009

Remember the chihuahua I found captured on my run? Well he’s still with us and he’s in love with Kloe.





Ischemic Pain Body Buster

19 01 2009

For some reason my last two runs have been slow and tough. I haven’t actually looked at the numbers but I’m being affected by some pain in my abdomen…I know that’s ambiguous but I really don’t have a better way to describe it. It’s not a side-stitch; it’s gut pain. Weird. And it’s bothering me enough that I keep looking at my HRM to make sure I’m not about to die or have a general system failure.

In all seriousness this is prob just caused by gas or something. Being vegan I eat lots of veggies (…obviously…) and that can often have “adverse” affects shall we say. I’ve also had a monster headache for the past day. I almost feel as though I’m hung over. Anyways…

Two days off coming up! I need to double up on runs both these days in order to start catching up on the ‘ol 100/100 plan. Not sure where I’m currently at but my guess is that I’m about four runs behind. Not to mention we’re about four weeks away from the first race of the year.

I’m hesitating signing up for races later in the season as my whereabouts may be uncertain. Heidi has been “unofficially” accepted into a grad program at Wazzu and so we may be moving to Pullman, WA sometime over the summer. I’m looking attending U of Idaho at the same time which I’m actually quite excited about. When it comes to racing plans, though, I’m going to be hosed. The move will take a huge hunk of chinga which would otherwise be going towards the tri-bike project and that pretty much takes me out of doing any lengthy road races. Not to mention it doesn’t seem as though there’s a huge tri community in that area. It’s going to be a significant paradigm shift. One that I welcome but one that comes with uncertainties.

Well I’m going to try and sleep now. It’s 2:15 in the am and I was awoken by the neighbors dogs. Again.

Goodnight.





Hair of the Dog

3 01 2009

Decked out for a nice little trail run after work today.  New playlist on the shuffle, long sleeve shirt as it’s a little chilly, and I’m feeling great because tomorrow is a day off. As I’m heading down the street towards the “mountain park” I see this little chihuahua/mutt running loose, which isn’t terribly uncommon in my neighborhood, but it’s small and in the road.  I tried to get the dogs’ attention but to no avail.  Eventually it turned onto a street and headed back into the neighborhood.  Fine.

About 35 min later I’m returning from my run and there’s a car cruising very slowly down the street with it’s hazards on.  In front of the car…the same dog.  I kept running right past the situation.  Got maybe 100 feet past until my conscience got the better of me and I turned around.  And it began.

Long story short I spent at least 15 minutes, if not 20+ chasing this dog down.  Twice I thought it was a goner (hit by car) but everyone avoided him.  At least five different vehicles stopped and their drivers bailed out trying to help catch this thing.  FINALLY, a guy in a white SUV and some other random dude who had stopped were able to chase the dog back in my direction.  I dove.  Straight up laid out on the asphalt and nabbed him.  Guess all those years of catching wild animals for the state gov and the zoo paid off.  Riiiiiight.

Now I’ve got two bloodied knees and a dog in my backyard.  Ahhh…running.  What you do for me.

 

I shall call him, Tinker.

I shall call him, Tinker.





Nasty Habits

30 12 2008

 

On-On!

On-On!

Ahh, the running continues. I’m currently sitting at 13 runs in 15 days, which considering my lack of “running fitness” prior to starting this endeavor, I’m fairly pleased with. The calves are feeling MUCH better after taking those two days off…I’m still considering compression socks, though.  I’m trying hard to justify the cash those things require.  Shit, if they allow me to continue running my ass off without the calf pain I don’t see how I could afford not to get a pair.  Anyone know of any on-line deals??

The other day I took my dog Kloe out for a change.  Now she’s a nine year old, about 100 pound, American Bulldog.  We used to hike together quite often but over the years she’s slowed down.  Well the run probably did her some good but she kept me going at what felt like a 12 min/mi pace.  Then she slept for two days! I may have to self-sacrifice and commit to taking her out once a week; the running exhausts her but I can tell she loves it. And isn’t that the point??

 

Off-center look at the crazy runner hair.

Off-center look at the crazy runner hair.

Speedway.

Speedway.

Last night the girl and I ordered a pizza and watched Sweeney Todd.  Weird.  Kinda gruesome (in a fakish way) but we both really enjoyed it, though the music was somewhat laking…for a musical. I’ve re-fired-up the old Netflix account and today we’ll be getting Vantage Point.  The nice part about not having any TV service at home is that you are forced to entertain yourself in other, usually more productive, fashions.  BUT if you still just want to sit and zone out for an hour or so, there’s Netflix.

With our video tonight I’m thinking Indian food. There are a couple of potato samosas in the freezer, I’ve got a good recipe for vegan dahl saag, and  there’s a little curry pasta & edamame salad recipe I’ve got up my sleeve. YUM!





17 10 2005

I woke up this morning to an old friend, soreness. It’s been a while since the last backpacking expedition and this little weekender was a sharp reminder of how important it is to stay in ‘hiking condition.’ The real story here is that the girl and I had a great trip. Hiked a few miles into Sycamore Canyon (mah favorite puh-lace) and camped out on a sandy beach, under a full moon, and next to an occupied fox den. Those crazy foxes kept us awake most of the night, along with Kloe’s snoring. Damn canines.

After hiking out the next day we drove up to Jerome and drank bloody mary’s in a biker bar then headed down to the Pumpkin Festival in Prescott. Close to 2 hours later (traffic was obnoxious) we were drinking beers and eating fried food back in Tempe. Ain’t life just grand sometimes?