Friday, July 22, 2005
I'm On The Pavement, Thinking About the Government
An ever-so-brief post before I hit the road for God's Country.
*** I hope my brakes work. No, really. I really, really hope they work.
*** Made history this morning. First morning run in almost a decade.
Ok, so it was only a mile. And an 8:10 at that. But still.
It's like that Nike commercial with Tiger Woods, you know, the one where it shows his palacial living room with all his Claret jugs and trophies...his 194 inch plasma with Mr. Magoo...his bedroom where he and a blonde Swedish bikini model cohabitate...his money clip with $95,000 in it...and yet, he's still outside practicing hitting worm burners with his 2-iron.
It's like that, except I'm fat, broke, single, and slow.
*** The morning run - part of the aforementioned Operation Stress Fracture (which is now in its fourth consecutive day, I'm proud to add) - also had a smaller mission, called A.T., or "anerobic threshold."
The point of A.T. is to run at a point where your body has no more oxygen and sustain that pace for an extended period of time. So, roughly 15 seconds into the run, I was at A.T. And sustained that pace for the next 8:00 or so. Whoopie for me.
Then onto the arc trainer, which is like an elliptical except it mimics the running stride better, for a grueling 20 minute hill workout. I'm going to sleep now, I'll see you all Tuesday.
*** Happy about the Red Sox (check!) winning. Happy about the Yanks losing. And you know what, I'm happy about Jason Giambi and all the big, strong, tough Yankee players hitting home runs.
Name the last World Series champion that slugged their way through the playoffs...I'll time you...cue up the Jeopardy theme...humming annoyingly...10 seconds...7...6...ok, times up.
Did you say "the 2004 Red Sox?" Wrong. Sure, they had Manny and Papi going yard, but I believe it was Dave Roberts and Bill Mueller who kinda sorta played a role. And besides, both the Dominican dandies hit over .300.
The Marlins Pierre'd and Castillo'ed teams, while Beckett blew 'em away. The Angels ran through a title. So did the D-Backs. And even the Yankees in all their splendor had Luis Sojo and Scott Brosius with key hits.
No slugging team has won it in a while. And I'm not sure I've seen the Yanks manufacture a run this season.
*** Back to the workout. Today's total cardio time was 28:00. During said time, I have come to realize that I have an eclectic mix of music on my iPod. But as you skip through the Bocelli, Sinatra, and James Taylor, you'll get to some good workout music.
Australia's (check!) Crown Jewel, Kylie Minogue, helped me get through a particularly hard hill repeat. Of course, there is a price to pay for that - I'm going to have "nah-nah-nah" repeating, repeating...I can't get it out of my head.
*** Ok, folks, time to shower and hit the road. Enjoy yer weekends... and hold onto your hats.
One.
*** I hope my brakes work. No, really. I really, really hope they work.
*** Made history this morning. First morning run in almost a decade.
Ok, so it was only a mile. And an 8:10 at that. But still.
It's like that Nike commercial with Tiger Woods, you know, the one where it shows his palacial living room with all his Claret jugs and trophies...his 194 inch plasma with Mr. Magoo...his bedroom where he and a blonde Swedish bikini model cohabitate...his money clip with $95,000 in it...and yet, he's still outside practicing hitting worm burners with his 2-iron.
It's like that, except I'm fat, broke, single, and slow.
*** The morning run - part of the aforementioned Operation Stress Fracture (which is now in its fourth consecutive day, I'm proud to add) - also had a smaller mission, called A.T., or "anerobic threshold."
The point of A.T. is to run at a point where your body has no more oxygen and sustain that pace for an extended period of time. So, roughly 15 seconds into the run, I was at A.T. And sustained that pace for the next 8:00 or so. Whoopie for me.
Then onto the arc trainer, which is like an elliptical except it mimics the running stride better, for a grueling 20 minute hill workout. I'm going to sleep now, I'll see you all Tuesday.
*** Happy about the Red Sox (check!) winning. Happy about the Yanks losing. And you know what, I'm happy about Jason Giambi and all the big, strong, tough Yankee players hitting home runs.
Name the last World Series champion that slugged their way through the playoffs...I'll time you...cue up the Jeopardy theme...humming annoyingly...10 seconds...7...6...ok, times up.
Did you say "the 2004 Red Sox?" Wrong. Sure, they had Manny and Papi going yard, but I believe it was Dave Roberts and Bill Mueller who kinda sorta played a role. And besides, both the Dominican dandies hit over .300.
The Marlins Pierre'd and Castillo'ed teams, while Beckett blew 'em away. The Angels ran through a title. So did the D-Backs. And even the Yankees in all their splendor had Luis Sojo and Scott Brosius with key hits.
No slugging team has won it in a while. And I'm not sure I've seen the Yanks manufacture a run this season.
*** Back to the workout. Today's total cardio time was 28:00. During said time, I have come to realize that I have an eclectic mix of music on my iPod. But as you skip through the Bocelli, Sinatra, and James Taylor, you'll get to some good workout music.
Australia's (check!) Crown Jewel, Kylie Minogue, helped me get through a particularly hard hill repeat. Of course, there is a price to pay for that - I'm going to have "nah-nah-nah" repeating, repeating...I can't get it out of my head.
*** Ok, folks, time to shower and hit the road. Enjoy yer weekends... and hold onto your hats.
One.
