Tuesday.

24 03 2009

The aim of life is self-development. To realize one’s nature perfectly – that is what each of us is here for. – Oscar Wilde

The past couple of days have been better in terms of what I’ve accomplished. Last week was a bit lazy for me…which is fine. I’ve gone out for two runs and a monster ride between yesterady and today which has my legs feeling “it.”

Parked after eating up some hills.

Parked after eating up some hills.

Refueling for the remainder of the ride home.

Refueling for the remainder of the ride home.

Heidi is LOVING her bike. And I’m loving that she’s loving her bike. It’s working out well for me as she wants to ride almost every day but the only rig I currently have that is road worthy is the fixie, and if this continues I should have some rock solid pumpers by the time I get the Fetish finished up. Can we say Coeur d’Alene?

(by the way, I just ordered a rear der for the Fetish. shhh!)

While Heidi swam I went out and did a run this morning. I decided for the helluvit to hop the scale and low and behold, I’m below 180!

My fighting weight.

My fighting weight.

I can’t remember the last time I was in the 170’s. Probably 2003 but hell, who knows. Now I’m not trying to lose any weight, it’s just happening. I’m still eating and drinking like I normally do but I think that my base training has got the old furnace stoked up.  And because of that I just had to head over to my favorite vegan cafe and get myself a “cheesy” chipotle burger and a psoynami. Oh my god. Heaven.

Should I be offended?

Should I be offended?

After that giant meal, we came home and took a nap. Heidi took off to work her serving job and I took off to fill up the tanks and watch a little NIT.

Rollin.

Rollin.

Keeping her steady.

Keeping her steady.

It's all fun, man!

It's all fun, man!

Fuck that Gatorade shit.

Fuck that Gatorade shit.

Precious cargo.

Precious cargo.

Whomever designed that should be fired.

Whomever designed that should be fired.

I’m now home alone with the dogs. Got to do some work on the resume’, further research on my struggle between the iPhone and Blackberry, and maybe later I’ll find a good documentary on Netflix to watch.

It’s been a solid weekend. Let’s hope these vibes spill over into the work week.





Flat Memories

24 02 2009

Ahhh…commuting. What a love-hate relation I have with thee. This morning at about 5:30am I threw a leg over the Green Monster and made the 12 mile commute up to work for a 6:30 meeting. After an hour and a half of sipping coffee and looking at my watch I was released for their clutches.

Breakfast.

Breakfast.

Cranking away.

Cranking away.

Hug that line, my friends.

Hug that line, my friends.

Bike lanes are good signage place holders.

Bike lanes are good signage place holders.

So as I cross about the half-way point I suddenly feel a little more vibration in the front than I’d like. Sure ’nuff we’re running low. Real low. And no I didn’t bother to bring anything with me that would help out with this problem besides a wallet and a cell phone. I hiked up about two miles to the nearest bike shop which was closed. After another mile the phone came out and soon after the girlfriend appeared.

The long walk begins.

The walk of shame begins.

At least I'm not lost. I guess.

At least I'm not lost. I guess.

Added to today’s list: put together road repair kit in backpack.





V-Day

14 02 2009
Don't fight it.

Don't fight it.

We both left work early. Raced home, slipped into our running shorts, hopped on the bikes and made our way to Tempe Town Shit-Hole Lake for the Skirtchaser 5k. Basically the girls take off and then three minutes later the guys start and have to catch-up or “chase” them. It’s cute. It’s fun. It’s completely over-done…but it was enjoyable and we enjoyed ourselves. That’s what matters most.

Zee start. And  zee finish.

Zee start. And zee finish.

Transportation.

Transportation.

The race itself was…well, let’s just say there was much more effort put into the form rather than the functionality of the actual run. Lots of bottle necks. The timing system was odd. Whatever. It was all good. I’m just glad I wasn’t a guy competing for the $500 first place booty. It would’ve been impossible to pass the herd of slow women clogging up the pathways. …and I don’t mean that the women collectively were slow, but there were indeed some cattle mooing out there that had no idea what it means to stay to the right.

At the finish you get four tickets: two for beer, two for wine. Because we know a couple people who work for Red Rocks we snagged extra tickets of the beer flavor. And I wore socks from the brewery providing the swill, which earned us some free SPECIAL beers (read: hidden in some cooler in the back). This ended up ending our day.

Pounding pale ale.

Pounding pale ale.

Awww!!!

Awww!!!

Dancing cougars.

Dancing cougars.

A look at the horde.

A look at the horde.

That shit is strONG.

That shit is strONG. And GooOOoD.

Representin' the OB

Representin' the OC

I'll take a 'em to go, thanks!

I'll take 'em to go, thanks!

The man with the plan.

The man with the plan.

All in all it was a GREAT time. In hindsight, I wish we hadn’t quite drank so much. It’s 11:40pm, I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast at 5:30am, am fighting off a bit of a hangover, and all my planning for dinner has been for naught. Fuck it. I’m secretly glad that’s what our V-Day was. A day where we spent some quality time laughing, biking, drinking, running, and alcohol-induced sleeping (literally, sleeping) together.

I hope yours, whatever you decided to do, was enjoyable as well.





Ho lee shi zazzle!

6 02 2009

That’s a quote from my man Tom when he discovered a favorite bar/venue from years ago had re-opened.

So tomorrow morning I’ve got myself a little 5k to do. This might sound funny, but I’m anticipating this nearly as much as I did my last race which was my first off-road tri. I think it has to do with the fact that I’m currently is such great sprinting shape that the probability of me setting a PR is very real and I’ve never been in the condition to try to PR’s before.

I’ve been running on average six days a week with the majority of those being short, fast, trail runs. My last couple of weeks worth have been averaging sub-8 min/mi times which is pretty good for me. Goal? A sub-24:30 minute chip time. I think that I touched on all this already so I’m dropping the subject now. No need to over-analyze a 5k.

Rollin' towards food.

Rollin' towards food.

Ambience.

Ambience.

Spicy hummus!

Spicy hummus!

Fixie art.

Fixie art.

After my run yesterday I hopped onto the green monter and meet Heidi at Green, which is a local vegan joint that she coincidentally used to work at. We were craving soynamis which are the soymilk versions of the DQ blizzard. They are amazing.