Apologies

Sorry for the supreme lack of bloggage, both here and on the race report site. My Mac has officially shat the bed, the hard drive has gone down hard, and I had to take it in.

The "Genius Bar" at the Apple store is, in my opinion, staffed with ethnically diverse versions of this guy . My hard drive is bad, but they won't let me have it. It's got 10 months worth of photos on it, and this perturbs me. At least give me the hope that in 2038 I can pull this hard drive out of my sock drawer and use my laserdrive computron to retrieve the lost photos... If it's broken, why do you need it, Apple? Damn you steve jobs.

In other news, for those of you who disbelieve my tales of the ghetto from which I originated, please see below- recorded just down the street from my ol' hood in the minne-apple.

Fixing my run, climbing into the mesosphere

I have been working on my running form... see the below photo:

Disregarding the odd hand position (I was rapidly slowing from a kickass Tinman run) and the large letters "Proof" written across the middle, note the angle of my right foot. This is a bad thing.

Ever since I was a kid I've been the opposite of pigeon toed... I don't know what that is so I'll call it "Peregrine Falcon Toed"... I walk with my toes pointed out. I was self conscious about it in High School because looking around I noticed that the more out-pointy a persons toes were when they walked, the bigger dork they were. This was not a scientific study, but had enough of an impact that I've always been self-aware of my out-pointedness toe orientation factor.

Anyhow I talked to my down homie Bryant at the sports fitness center and he said I probably need to correct this or I'll have knee problems in a few years- the only thing saving me now is youth. So I've got extra stretches and exercise that I do, and I've pretty much shelved my non-supportive $125 tri shoes. I've found it's really hard to learn to walk and run in a different way.

In other news, I ran today, tried to keep my toes aligned. here's some graphs. Yay Graphs!

And in even more other news, here's my garmin 405's data from last saturday's around-the-island ride. It thinks I rode 87 miles in 11 hours, which is 40 miles shorter and 5 hours longer than I rode. the one thing that is ABSOLUTELY 100% CORRECT IS THE 55,000 Feet of climbing! That's 10 miles, or mount everest twice, suckaz!

GPS don't lie.

Sweet mother of mary.

I was the only one who accepted the HACC Daddy's invite for a round-the-island pre dick evans training ride.

Now... being that I've never gone around the island before, and that I haven't done a ride longer than 60 miles in... i dunno like a year...?... I was a little nervous that I wasn't going to hang with ol man John who just got back from riding five days of the tour de france- and not the flat parts.

We stepped off at 6:30 and rode out to see some fellow HACCers running the Hickam Half Marathon before heading off down Kam to Farrington to Kunia road.

The road up Kunia was the first time that I fell off John's wheel- and this would be a recurring theme. He's looking to do better than ever at the race, whereas I am hoping to finish ahead of someone, anyone really, and that'd be super.

Over Kunia road, across and down the north shore, into wind that made us happy to move at 14 mph... John did about 90% of the pulling and was really cool about it. At mile 70 or so I was already beyond pooped but did not quit and actually felt decent for the last 20 miles or so.

We got back around 1:45 PM... the five digit number in the below photo is total miles traveled today. Should be enough.