31 Dec
Year Ends/Starts In Pain
Well.. this is certainly an interesting way to celebrate the departure of one year and the coming of the next. Pain. Lots and lots of pain. Boot Camp. What the heck was I thinking?
Yeah I know… I wasn’t.
Archive for December, 2008
30 Dec
First There Is A Mountain…
Since I now have both a Garmin GPS and a Polar HRM, and since they both have the capability – using different technologies – of recording an elevation profile, I have run both side by side a few times. I looked at the profiles from one such ride and, using the magic of Photoshop, laid one over the other for a direct comparison.
The verdict? Garmin’s suck at measuring elevation.
30 Dec
Triples R 4 Idiots
Note to anyone who does double workouts on a regular basis: If you read yesterdays blog title and were offended.. so sorry. It was a setup for what should have been the obvious followup blog in the wake of such a ludicrous idea. And.. if you regularly do triple workouts and are offended by today’s blog title?
Good.
29 Dec
Doubles R 4 Sissies
Sometimes a run isn’t enough. Sometimes a ride after the run isn’t enough. Even a windy ride with two other maniacs just doesn’t quite do it. Sometimes you just gotta add on a little bit more.
Boot Camp anyone? Read more on Doubles R 4 Sissies…
28 Dec
Cardo Loop II
Although the warm temps disappeared overnight, Sunday’s ride with Vince was waaaaaay better than our Friday ride in the ice cold rain. I’ve been thinking about that though. I’m pretty much convinced that had we NOT ridden on Friday, we wouldn’t have had such warm temps on Saturday. We earned it.
Yeah, that’s nuts, but it makes me feel better.
27 Dec
Wind in my SHORTS!
Seems the wild weather we have does have it’s recurring patterns afterall. It goes something like this: cold as hell; cold as hell; cold as hell; cold as hell; cold as hell; cold as hell; cold as hell; RECORD HIGH; cold as hell; cold as hell; cold as hell; cold as hell; cold as hell; cold as hell; cold as hell; RECORD HIGH; cold as hell; cold as hell; cold as hell; cold as hell; cold as hell; cold as hell; cold as hell; RECORD HIGH
Perhaps not record highs, but darn near, and only for a brief period. Saturday actually was a record high, and it was definitely all too brief.
27 Dec
Weight Problem
This post is perhaps a bit pre-mature but I’ve been thinking about something the last few days. What does one do when they don’t want/have/need to lose any more weight? It’s a good problem to have, to be sure. Anybody reading this who isn’t in that position will probably hate me and post derogatory comments.
Comment away.
26 Dec
At Least We Beat The Fog?
At some point into Saturday’s ride, soaked to the bone, shivering in mid-30s temps, glasses fogged up and occasionally riding over ice, it was pointed out that it was my fault we were riding. Funny… I thought it was Vince’s.
Regardless, I have a feeling I’m going to be questioning the sanity of this one for a long, long time.
24 Dec
Another Degree of Angioplastin’
It occurred to me after writing the post about the anniversary of the angioplasty and the ‘phantom’ pains, that I left out a part of the story. This is why I know the pains actually have nothing to do with heart related issues. They are actually related to a second problem I had at about the same time. An added wrinkle. A recent comment on the other story got me to wanting to write it out. Writing helps. In case you didn’t know why I do this every day.
Is Christmas Eve the time for this story? Sure.. why not.
23 Dec
Slower, But Surer
Nothing like a tire swap to slow ya down even more than ya already were. (was?) Put the studded tires on, in anticipation of riding in some sloppy crap on Tuesday. I knew the rolling resistance was going up. I just didn’t know how much.
Lucky for me, the slow speed on the ride to Troy was more due to the wind than the tires.
23 Dec
Six Degrees of Angioplastin’
Today’s the sixth anniversary of my angioplasty. Does this mean my arm, chest and shoulder pains can go away now?
Every so often, just about this time of year, I start feeling phantom pains in the places where all this crap went on originally. I gradually let it bother me more and more, even though I know what it is my subconscious mind won’t let it go. Any other kind of additional stress builds on top of it. Work in particular. Finances and the economy. Holidays with family. Etc. This goes on until I finally have a full blown panic attack and end up going to the emergency room in the middle of the night. They run all kinds of tests that cost me all kinds of money, tell me I’m fine, and I go home.
