Friday, August 30, 2013

Oh! Hi there

26 inches. Seems about right
Oh, hi there!

26 days. I haven’t blogged for 26 days.

It is said that habits both good and bad take 21 days to take hold.  I would assume this holds true for simple things like sit-ups and harder things like not stabbing coworkers when they do something dumb. (12 days and counting on that last one!!)  So, as is usually the case with conventional wisdom, I’m going to try to break the mold and get back to the old blogeroo.

The REASONS for not snarking about poop and STDs typing my heart and soul out are as boring as my moniker.  Work. (Even TYPING that makes me zzzz) I’m at the end of an 18 month program and am working nights and weekends try to get it over the finish line. Not blogging is interesting in that I really do feel bad about it.  Like I HAVE to do it like a job.  Call it a fun personality flaw.  My pain is your blogging benefit!



In addition to not blogging, I really haven’t been running as much as I would have liked.  While I’ve been running as much as possible, it honestly has been about 1/2 or 2/3 of what I would like and not nearly as consistent as it should be.  BUT, I’m still getting 40-55 miles a week (usually) so beggars can’t be choosers.  Glass half full.

Fortunately, over the past month, the blog posts have stacked up. So, I have lots of fun content that is oozing trying to get out.  (Don’t worry, I’ve had the oozing looked at, it isn’t contagious.)


  • A hilarious Beer Run race report from Missoula (spoiler: freaking awesome)
  • A number of reviews including Bud-Buttons, Chobani yogurt,  (spoiler, good but kind of watery)
  • A post about traveling to Albuquerque, NM for work and NOT meeting the people from Breaking Bad :( (Spoiler, lots less meth than I thought)
  • I ate at a Paleo restaurant (Spoiler: Meat)
  • A post about NYCM prep (Spoiler: well, I told you about the lack of running...)
So anyway, just a friendly "I'M BACK!".  I'm really working to try to focus on what is important and not stress about what isn't.  To that end, typing down the ramblings in my head is a fun part of my day so I'm going to try to carve away the time to get it done!

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Since it is Friday and the above was basically me blubbering about work and not blogging, its time for a bit of a funny foto Friday.  Those too have piled up, but I’m trying not to blow my whole load (is that okay to post on a blog?) in one shot.  So, here you go!  Happy Friday!

If only I wouldn't get fired....

Just... Wow.  Also, if I had hair I would TOTALLY do this

I'd laugh at this, but this seems to hold true.....


Finally, even though I've been busy with work, I haven't been too busy to snuggle with the little man (quickly followed by him squirming away from me and playing with trucks or motorcycles).

Well, and obviously NEVER too busy for selfies.  Happy Friday!






Monday, August 5, 2013

16 miles without headphones

Last week I ran 58 miles. Not bad!  Honestly, if I add 5 miles to one run and 5 to the other, I’ll be right where I want to be for NYCM training. Of course, lest I get too high and mighty, I celebrated my “back to basics” week by sleeping through this morning’s run.  Oops.

Now that I am back into the moderate mileage (yes, 58 is only moderate in my screwed up world) I’ve found myself pooping a lot more listening to a lot more podcasts.  Nothing gets a runner’s booty shorts up in a wad like talking about headphones.  Opinions go from people saying that they HAVE to run with headphones or else running sucks to people who hope people who wear headphones get hit by a car.  All that I have to say is that: “I’m here, with headphones in my ears, GET USED TO IT”.

Most of my podcast use is because I run alone almost all the time.  As much as I love listening to heavy petting breathing, my mind does better if I have someone else talking into my skull vs my own hyperventilating to keep me occupied. The only exception is when I run with others.  Generally speaking, the main purpose of running with others is to actually....talk to others.  As such, during my 16 mile run this weekend I ditched the headphones to run with a running buddy, Ryan.

Normally this wouldn’t be an issue, but this weekend I had to run 4 miles before and 3 miles after meeting up with him.  Since I didn’t want to carry around my iphone while running w/him I decided to run ALL SIXTEEN MILES with nothing around me but the sounds of nature (cars driving by, people yelling in an alley, etc).  I have to admit that it wasn’t THAT bad. It was a bit harder than it should have been at the beginning, but once I got warmed up after a few miles I totally fell into a groove and started to work through the cure for cancer (or whatever people think about when occupying their own mind).  My last 3 miles were alone and the fastest, so maybe there is something to be said about a run or two a week with nothing in my ears but drops of sweat and my own internal monolog?

Of course, during my 16 miles of headphone free music?  I about pooped my pants at mile 7.  Maybe the podcasts are a distraction that I need to take my energy away from my colon?

Thursday, August 1, 2013

So Proud

Today I ran for the 8th day in a row.  It feels REALLY good to get some consistency after a few weeks of really up and down efforts.  Nothing seems to really stand out as far as amazingly fast, but I got in a pretty solid marathon pace run today with the last 6 miles around 6:55/mile. I should add that, at FIVE IN THE MORNING, it was 91 degrees. So, I’m actually quite pleased with the run given the conditions.

I should run around 58ish miles this week with a goal of continuing to add to that until I get to 80 or so.  As long as I can get through the end of this week w/out any issues, I think that I’m going to start to get back into “real” tempo and speedwork.  I’ve been battling one issue or another (shin splints, sore knee, Achilles) and haven’t felt ready to drop the paces down a whole lot.  I’m afraid the time has come to bring the pain.

Honestly, I could probably add 10 miles a week right out of the gate if I’d just go to bed an hour earlier and get up earlier.  A lot of times I seem to cut my runs short (like, this morning) because I don’t get to bed in time to get enough sleep. The time has come, I suppose to turn off the reality TV and get some sleep.

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Over the last few days, it’s like I’m living an episode of Bill Cosby’s “Kid’s say the darndest things”. A small sampling:



On Sunday, my son and I were watching TV and coverage of the pope’s visit to Brazil came on. Unfortunately, in my house "daddy's turn" to watch TV comes far too often.  The following exchange then transpired:
Kiddo: Dada, who is THAT!?
Boring dad: That’s the pope, he is god’s friend
Kiddo: HE IS IN A TRUCK!!!
Boring dad: Well, it’s the popemobile, but yeah, I guess so.
Kiddo: I love his truck, dada
Boring dad: I’ll be sure to pass that along

Great, now he is going to what bullet proof glass for his first car.

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Finally, my son is going through a bit of an “I love mommy and daddy can go suck an egg” phase. I don’t even like pickled eggs!! Hopefully this phase is a little more terrible twos and a little less buy Goth clothing and join a metal band. It honestly isn’t THAT bad, but it is hell on my ego.  But, as much as I would like to just throw some toys/candy at him at every opportunity, I’m trying to be a “good” parent and do lots of book reading, truck playing, and coloring.  (sidenote: I’m a kick-ass colorer)

Since we’re trying to potty train him, it’s basically the best thing in the world when he goes on the potty.  Believe me, if I could have a marching band cranking out John Phillips Sousa as a celebration, I would.  Anyway, I found out that while at school earlier this week, after going on the potty my son exclaimed, “I want dada to be proud of me!”  I swear to god, I about shed a tear right there.  Turns out at home in addition to an M&M after going potty I exclaim at how proud I am of him for going.  I guess SOMETHING is getting through.  So, I’ll cancel the order for baggy black pants with 90 safety pins attached for now and relish the moments that I do have with him.  That DOES make me proud.