Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Which would you choose?

and what would it take?

just hypothetically of course.......

Colorado?

Arizona?

Blogging or Facebook?


"Twas the Night before Christmas

(as if written by a technical writer for a firm that does US government contracting)

'Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the annual Yuletide celebration, and throughout our place of residence, kinetic activity was not in evidence among the possessors of this potential, including that species of domestic rodent known as Mus musculus. Hosiery was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the wood burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory pleasure regarding an imminent visitation from an eccentric philanthropist among whose folkloric appellations is the honorific title of St. Nicholas.

The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual hallucinations of variegated fruit confections moving rhythmically through their cerebrums. My conjugal partner and I, attired in our nocturnal head coverings, were about to take slumberous advantage of the hibernal darkness when upon the avenaceous exterior portion of the grounds there ascended such a cacophony of dissonance that I felt compelled to arise with alacrity from my place of repose for the purpose of ascertaining the precise source thereof.

Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing this fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance without, reflected as it was on the surface of a recent crystalline precipitation, might be said to rival that of the solar meridian itself - thus permitting my incredulous optical sensory organs to behold a miniature airborne runnered conveyance drawn by eight diminutive specimens of the genus Rangifer, piloted by a minuscule, aged chauffeur so ebullient and nimble that it became instantly apparent to me that he was indeed our anticipated caller. With his ungulate motive power traveling at what may possibly have been more vertiginous velocity than patriotic alar predators, he vociferated loudly, expelled breath musically through contracted labia, and addressed each of the octet by his or her respective cognomen - "Now Dasher, now Dancer..." et al. - guiding them to the uppermost exterior level of our abode, through which structure I could readily distinguish the concatenations of each of the 32 cloven pedal extremities.

As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location, and was performing a 180-degree pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved - with utmost celerity and via a downward leap - entry by way of the smoke passage. He was clad entirely in animal pelts soiled by the ebony residue from oxidations of carboniferous fuels which had accumulated on the walls thereof. His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed largely to the plethora of assorted playthings which he bore dorsally in a commodious cloth receptacle.

His orbs were scintillant with reflected luminosity, while his submaxillary dermal indentations gave every evidence of engaging amiability. The capillaries of his malar regions and nasal appurtenance were engorged with blood which suffused the subcutaneous layers, the former approximating the coloration of Albion's floral emblem, the latter that of the Prunus avium, or sweet cherry. His amusing sub- and supralabials resembled nothing so much as a common loop knot, and their ambient hirsute facial adornment appeared like small, tabular and columnar crystals of frozen water.

Clenched firmly between his incisors was a smoking piece whose grey fumes, forming a tenuous ellipse about his occiput, were suggestive of a decorative seasonal circlet of holly. His visage was wider than it was high, and when he waxed audibly mirthful, his corpulent abdominal region undulated in the manner of impectinated fruit syrup in a hemispherical container. He was, in short, neither more nor less than an obese, jocund, multigenarian gnome, the optical perception of whom rendered me visibly frolicsome despite every effort to refrain from so being. By rapidly lowering and then elevating one eyelid and rotating his head slightly to one side, he indicated that trepidation on my part was groundless.

Without utterance and with dispatch, he commenced filling the aforementioned appended hosiery with various of the aforementioned articles of merchandise extracted from his aforementioned previously dorsally transported cloth receptacle. Upon completion of this task, he executed an abrupt about-face, placed a single manual digit in lateral juxtaposition to his olfactory organ, inclined his cranium forward in a gesture of leave-taking, and forthwith effected his egress by renegotiating (in reverse) the smoke passage. He then propelled himself in a short vector onto his conveyance, directed a musical expulsion of air through his contracted oral sphincter to the antlered quadrupeds of burden, and proceeded to soar aloft in a movement hitherto observable chiefly among the seed-bearing portions of a common weed. But I overheard his parting exclamation, audible immediately prior to his vehiculation beyond the limits of visibility: "Ecstatic Yuletide to the planetary constituency, and to that self same assemblage, my sincerest wishes for a salubriously beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period between sunset and dawn."

Friday, October 30, 2009

2 months

No post
I suck

That's all I got for now.,

Go to Facebook.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Recovery Week

In construction, when we ask a Sub for a recovery schedule, we want to know how he's going to make up the lost time and get back where he needs to be.

In Triathlon, when we talk about recovering, it's considered a rest week.

My Recovery week , is construction driven this month.

Schedule was....33.5 hours, 10 days.

I was crap this morning, so I'm already 6 hours behind.

Schedule is....33.5 hours....9 days.

What's your wager?

BRING IT.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Tough August

July was good, at least good for me training wise. Then August hit. I'm 30% done with my scheduled training hours with less than 50% of the month to go. Still haven't finished the training contract and when school started last week, it was PTA this and PTA that. I'm not deterred however. August may not finish at 100%, but you can be damn sure it'll be close.

Thanks for holding me accountable Meg.

Monday, August 03, 2009

July Totals

I was pretty proud of these until I saw a fellow IMAZ'rs totals for July. I'll just stick with posting my own, and let hers stand on their own somewhere else.



Activity
Training Plan Time Actual Time Actual Distance Pace Calories
Swim 6:45 6:58 13 32:12 5188
Bike 15:15 13:52 224 16.2 mph 8960
Run 8:55 7:17 34.1 12:48 3407
Other(P90X) 25:15 6:30 0 - -
Totals 56:10 34:37 271 17555

Ok
So P90X didn't fare so well, but I'm happy with 34 hours for the month.

Also, the calories that ontri.com calculates is based on a 150 pound man, and I am nothing if not consistent at 1000 calories per hour. I am also nothing, if not 225 pounds, so...that being said, I'm going with 1000 cal/hour.....

Friday, July 24, 2009

Favorite Quote Ever.

T made a comment in her blog about being judgemental, or not....or trying not to be.

This quote slides right in the side door of that....in my opinion.

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
Teddy Roosevelt

Saturday, July 11, 2009

For the Week ending Saturday July 11

Swim:
Time: 1:45
Distance: 3.3 miles

Bike:
Time: 3:07
Distance 52 miles

Run:
Time: :45 min.
Distance 3 miles

P90X ZERO....shit.

Total Time: 5:37
Total Calories: about 6000 for the week

Sucks when I had such an awesome combined weekend, last week.