I always wanted to have a day this efficient. Seriously, today was awesome:
0445, woke up on the alarm, no snooze
0500 in the car, on the way to the gym, drink 20 oz gatorade
0520 in the gym, 20 minutes on the bike, 20 minutes on the treadmill, stretches, weights, abs
0640 Outta there
0645 at my desk, start kicking work's ass, drink smoothie
0900 staff meeting, make jokes
1000 eat clif bar, drink more water
1050 leave work
1055 get to gym
1100 run to hickam beach (2.6 miles) in 20 minutes
1125 swim a quick relaxative 300 yards or so, shower off
1140 run back in 22 minutes (still a bit sick methinks)
1215 in the showers, drink gatorade
1230 back to work, bagel and other clif bar
1500 send finely crafted email requesting immediate assistance to important people
1502 get out of office autoreply from important person, curse zeus's beard.
1610 leave work
1620 pick up sam, enter traffic, traffic not so bad
1650 pick up nicholas
1700 home, unpack, start dinner
1730 finish dinner (tuna melts), feed boys
1800 finish up dinner, start homework w/nicholas, setup gear for tomorrow
1900 set boys up playing with trains, mess with blog, post below post
2000 boys in bed, fiddle with internets a bit more
2045 post this bloggy post, get in bed, zonk.
that's a perfect day. 2.5 hours of exercise, no junk food, 8 hours of work, and time for the boys and a little for me. now if I could just keep this up for a few years...
Monday, November 3, 2008
Halloween 08
Halloween is, for some reason, probably the second-most anticipated of Laurion holidays. For at least the past 5 years, we have really had fun with it.
Nicholas has been spiderman,
puss in boots,
anakin skywalker (photos lost in the great iMac failure of 2008)
a Ninja,
and this year, a Pirate (how awesome, Ninja then Pirate!)
Sam has been chewbacca,
a demon,
and a Pirate.
Before getting creative (or having kids) we have been the oft-loved Disco dude
& oft-loved Ho
Then we started getting serious as Hansel and Gretel,
last year she was strawberry shortcake (naughty) while I was half of the dick-in-the-box guys,
and this year we were Ward & June Cleaver, stereotypical 50's Parents.
This year after the standard trek through military housing* for the great candy haul, bekah and I agreed to go out, but weren't in that great of moods. Our costumes were pretty conservative, and not very comfortable, and reason to avoid the wildness and debauchery that is Waikiki on Halloween night.
*military housing is prime territory because 1) pretty much everybody has kids and 2) nobody hands out mochi (rice cracker "candy" popular with local kids) which is about as welcome as the dentist in your old neighborhood handing out toothpaste and floss.
Our moods changed when we saw another couple driving- a 20's Gangster and Flapper- but she was the Gangster and he was the Flapper... Idea! So we went home, swapped costumes, and the rest, as they say, is history.
A Halloween Miracle.
Nicholas has been spiderman,
puss in boots,
anakin skywalker (photos lost in the great iMac failure of 2008)
a Ninja,
and this year, a Pirate (how awesome, Ninja then Pirate!)
Sam has been chewbacca,
a demon,
and a Pirate.
Before getting creative (or having kids) we have been the oft-loved Disco dude
& oft-loved Ho
Then we started getting serious as Hansel and Gretel,
last year she was strawberry shortcake (naughty) while I was half of the dick-in-the-box guys,
and this year we were Ward & June Cleaver, stereotypical 50's Parents.
This year after the standard trek through military housing* for the great candy haul, bekah and I agreed to go out, but weren't in that great of moods. Our costumes were pretty conservative, and not very comfortable, and reason to avoid the wildness and debauchery that is Waikiki on Halloween night.
*military housing is prime territory because 1) pretty much everybody has kids and 2) nobody hands out mochi (rice cracker "candy" popular with local kids) which is about as welcome as the dentist in your old neighborhood handing out toothpaste and floss.
Our moods changed when we saw another couple driving- a 20's Gangster and Flapper- but she was the Gangster and he was the Flapper... Idea! So we went home, swapped costumes, and the rest, as they say, is history.
A Halloween Miracle.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Racing Sick
I ran the tradewind triathlon over on the marine base this morning- I had signed up a month or so ago- if I hadn't already paid there was no way I'd be racing with this airplane funk/gunk that i've got right now. But when the alarm went off at 5:15 I laid there thinking about it and what a waste it'd be to not race cause I was feeling a little below the weather, and hey, maybe I could sweat it out and have a good race anyway.
The 500M swim went fine, 9:30 or so. Last year the bike was super windy, this year not so much. Around the start of the second lap I burped a couple of times and tasted acid. I knew I was not in top form as I was getting passed as much as I was passing others- not something I've grown accustomed to. I was having a hard time taking a full breath, if I did I felt closer to gastric expulsion with every breath... I finished the ~11 mile bike in 34 minutes... a lot slower on the second lap than the first. In T2 I really hit the wall and felt like crap as soon as I got off the bike. I jog/walked most of the first mile, tried to kick it up a bit around the first mile marker, threw up a bit, jog/walked a bit more, and somewhere around the 2 mile marker settled into an easy 8:45 pace or so and jogged it in home. I didn't even want to sprint into the finish knowing that 1) i could lose my cookies right in front of everybody-which I did at the Haleiwa race but finished under an hour, so then it was totally worth it, and 2) I would feel like a jerk sprinting ahead of someone who's working hard after I was plodding through three 11 minute miles, trying not to throw up or pass out.
So, it was pretty frustrating to get beat by a ton of people who know me and I usually can stay ahead of, but that's racing I guess. I showed up and raced and only threw up once, and I got my T-shirt. Now, more dayquil, a haircut and maybe some yard work.
Update: results here. Had I been in form I'd think I'd have gotten on the podium easy. Also, no yard work was accomplished.
The 500M swim went fine, 9:30 or so. Last year the bike was super windy, this year not so much. Around the start of the second lap I burped a couple of times and tasted acid. I knew I was not in top form as I was getting passed as much as I was passing others- not something I've grown accustomed to. I was having a hard time taking a full breath, if I did I felt closer to gastric expulsion with every breath... I finished the ~11 mile bike in 34 minutes... a lot slower on the second lap than the first. In T2 I really hit the wall and felt like crap as soon as I got off the bike. I jog/walked most of the first mile, tried to kick it up a bit around the first mile marker, threw up a bit, jog/walked a bit more, and somewhere around the 2 mile marker settled into an easy 8:45 pace or so and jogged it in home. I didn't even want to sprint into the finish knowing that 1) i could lose my cookies right in front of everybody-which I did at the Haleiwa race but finished under an hour, so then it was totally worth it, and 2) I would feel like a jerk sprinting ahead of someone who's working hard after I was plodding through three 11 minute miles, trying not to throw up or pass out.
So, it was pretty frustrating to get beat by a ton of people who know me and I usually can stay ahead of, but that's racing I guess. I showed up and raced and only threw up once, and I got my T-shirt. Now, more dayquil, a haircut and maybe some yard work.
Update: results here. Had I been in form I'd think I'd have gotten on the podium easy. Also, no yard work was accomplished.
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