Lay-Z-Boy Docking Station

22 03 2009

I’ve been using it a lot lately, as though it seems. That gnarly cut on my finger has curbed any mountain biking or swimming I could have been doing this past week. The finger is looking really good which releives me, since I didn’t go to the dr (prob should have).

Fucking deep.

Fucking deep.

It may not look like much but believe me when I tell you that it was a solid slice. Almost took off a measureable amount of flesh.

Anyhow. I did my taxes the other night and discovered that I owe this great nation of ours about $750. That SUCKS. Granted, I must have been out of my gourd when I filled out my W-4 for work at Whole Foods which, at the time, was just my part-time job. Boy howdy do I regret that oversight and you can bet your sweet ass that the problem has since been fixed.

It sucks being damn near 30 and dirt poor. I spent my 4 (ahem, 5 1/2) years in college and got my paperwork. Now, I make pizzas at Whole Foods and earned the least amount of money in 2008 since my college days several years ago. Ain’t life grand?

coping mechanism.

coping mechanism.

It’s all good. It’s all a part of the experience, right? Without this path I “chose” I wouldn’t have met the great girl I’m with now. I wouldn’t be looking forward to moving to Washington state to go back to school. I wouldn’t have the rip-roaring pedantic sense of sarcastic humor that has fermented within me over these past few years of gratification-dejection-gratifcation-dejection cycling.

In the most difficult times, often all we have is our sense of humor. And cheap booze.

At work today the store was having a used book sale with proceeds benefitting the Whole Planet Foundation. I perused the selection and got myself a few interesting reads along with a couple of interesting anarchist/conspirist-type documentary dvds. Fifteen bucks will get you five books, three videos, and a soydog. Deal. Done.

Entertainment for the next month.

Entertainment for the next month.

This upcoming week is getting a boost. Beginning with a long uphill road ride tomorrow after work. More running and road riding will ensue until this finger gets to a more resiliant point of recovery and I can risk taking a spill on the trail.

That’s it. It’s about midnight on a Saturday evening and I’m listening to Wu-Tang with dogs snoring and planes flying overhead in the background. I’m calling it.

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Bike Parts and Dog Farts

15 03 2009

The story of my life summed up in one quick, witty, rhyme.  Runner up titles included:

  • Sweaty Socks and Punchin’ Clocks
  • Empty Beers and Fixed Gears
  • Clocking Miles and a Weak Writing Style

It’s been a fairly slow weekend. I cut my finger pretty f’ing badly the other night. Probably should’ve gone to the urgent care but you know how boys are. A buddy helped me bandage it up, I got home, starting drinking some scotch to help ease the pain, and then it was told late to do anything. Good on me for boycotting western medicine. (riiiiiiiight)

Anyways that wound has stopped my training for the moment. I’ll be getting back into it tomorrow, though. By the way, tomorrow Heidi and I are driving down to Tucson to pick up her new bike. She’s super excited (as am I)…I’ll throw some pictures up on the blog in the next day or two.

In other news, work is launching a challenge to bike, run, commute, and multi-sport our way towards prizing including a trip to Hawaii. Hells yes. This was designed for me.  I’m going to try to blow everyone out of the water and get some free schwag and better yet, bragging rights. This shit begins April 15 and goes through July 5. I can’t wait.





Nothing To See Here

6 03 2009

Word of the week: humdrum.

That pretty much sums up this past week. No trips. No races. No crashes. Working, running, mountain biking, playing with the dogs, and the occasional beer. I suppose that if my week can be summed up by those five descriptors I’m in pretty damn good shape as a human being. Particularly in this day of job-loss, depression, and recession.

Flying solo this Friday.

Flying solo this Friday.

Right now I’m listening to a little Martin Sexton and reflecting on life. Trying to make the most out of every day is very easy and nice to say. But if you’re true to yourself, it’s a very difficult statement to fulfill. I guess it’s something to strive for: outperforming our previous day’s accomplishments. I say just get out there and enjoy yourself. Don’t be lazy, have fun but not at the expense of others, and be midnful of nature.

Better check on the potatoes, I think they’re boiling over. Enjoy your weekend.

One final paragraph of advice: Do not burn yourself out. Be as I am-a reluctant enthusiast… a part time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it is still there. So get out there and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains. Run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, that lovely, mysterious and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to your body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those deskbound people with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this: you will outlive the bastards. — Ed Abbey





26 02 2009

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain – and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. – Robert Frost

After a tough day of training and a shitty night of sleep on Tuesday, I spent much of yesterday…sleeping. I got home from work and took a nap. Woke up, went out for a run, came home and took a nap. Woke up, let the dogs out, drank something, and went to sleep for the night. I guess that’s what happens you get your ass kicked by your own routine.

Today I’ve got a great lunch made by Heidi (mashed taters and porcupine “meat”balls). After work if I’m feeling energized I’d really like to hit the trails. Hope everyone has a great Thursday!





Too Tough To Die

11 02 2009

Loaded the dogs up into the Dodge yesterday and headed down to Tombstone, AZ for no other reason than we’d never been there before.

Livestock Transport.

Livestock Transport.

Piloting this bus down south.

Piloting this bus down south.

As we got further and further away from Phoenix, which was cold when we left, it became even more apparent that the temperatures were not increasing but rather decreasing. To the point where there was snow not only on the distant mountains but also in the desert surrounding the highway. Good thing I was prepared wearing shorts and sandals.

We also started to see bright yellow billboards informing us that we were approaching the site of “The Thing.”

The Thing! What is it?

The Thing! Where did it come from?

And so on. Well I looked it up on the map and it was about 15 miles out of way…but what else are roadtrips good for?

Is that snow?

Is that snow?

Hippie's car alarm.

The car alarm of a pair of dirtbags.

The anticipation is insurmounting.

The anticipation has heightened.

So after we pay the nice lady behind the counter $2 we go through a door and are looking down a hallway. Large, oddly-shaped yellow footprints painted on the sidewalk designate our path.  The follow 10 minutes will be filled with minor confusion and a hint of thrill.

...there's no turning back...

...there's no turning back...

What could it BE??

What could it BE??

Yeah. That's Hitler.

Yeah. That's Hitler.

I should be drunk for this.

I should be drunk for this.

WTF Mate?

WTF Mate?

Oh my god! What is it??

Oh my god! What is it??

I’m not going to tell you what The Thing is. That would lessen the mystery and cheapen my blog. Of course, if you want to paypal $5 to speedgoat23@gmail.com I’d be more than happy to send you the picture I sneaked of it.

Moving on to Tombstone.

Tombstone, AZ. Wow.

Tombstone, AZ. Wow.

Yeah, that's snow. On a succulent.

Yeah, that's snow. On a succulent.

Here's what we came for, I guess.

Here's what we came for, I guess.

The dogs had a good time. We had a an…interesting time. It cost us less than $45 the entire day. The makings of a successful road trip.





Droppin’ pounds like a B-52 drops bombs…

27 01 2009

So weight isn’t a HUGE issue for me.  I think I put more focus into my split times than what the scale says…but as they say, the scale doesn’t lie.  I went for my first “run” back when I was about 22 years old (2002) and weighed close to 225 lbs. I loved buffalo wings, pizza, and beer. That initial run lasted all of about four minutes before I had to walk. You all know how the initial fight goes when it comes to beginning a running career. It straight up sucks. I also went vegetarian at about the same time, more for ethical reasons due to what I began learning through my biology coursework in college but it also helped curb some of the bad eating habits.

Sub Duece. A big day in my personal history.

Sub Duece. A big day in my personal history.

That photo above was taken May 11, 2007. Now I’m nothing amazing when it comes to my weight loss story. It’s not as though I was obese even at 225…but I wasn’t thin nor was I in any way shape or form happy.  But when I got below 200 for the first time in years, well, that was a great feeling. So today in the midst of  my base training campaign of 100 runs in 100 days I pulled the ‘ol scale to see where I was hovering:

Imagine if I stopped drinking beer...

Lowest in recent memory.

I’m exhausted, a little beat-up, but I feel fast and happy.  At this point in my life, I suppose that’s what matters. And I still drink lots of beer.





Trail Snail

16 01 2009

Had some weird pains in my abdomen today while running.  Not sure what that was all about but I’m hoping it will be gone tomorrow.

 

Starting off in a squeeze.

Starting off in a squeeze.

 

Look! No snow!

Look! No snow!

A path much traveled.

A path much traveled.

So it’s good to be back in Phoenix.  At least that’s what I’m telling myself. We’ll be visiting Pullman, WA sometime in March to tour universities (Wazzu for Heidi and Idaho for yours truly). It’ll be interesting being a student again but it will be good for the both of us. We can hold on to our “youth” for just a bit longer and hopefully by the time we get out of grad school the job market will have recovered.

That’s the plan anyways.  There are several dominos that have to fall before we can realize any of it.

Tonight I sit drinking a PBR and listening to an odd combination of the Grateful Dead and dogs snoring. Life is good.