Only about eight hours until I'm in place, warming up in corral 4 with the rest of the meat getting ready to beat feet through New Orleans. Hit the expo today, a small commercial sampling of the companies fueling the silly adult dreams of running faster, farther and with more frequency as we continue to age.
Maybe the dreams aren't so silly, but I'm falling asleep tonight hoping my reality isn't a nightmare. Saw a T-shirt today that read, "This seemed like a good idea three months ago" - I couldn't agree more.
Off to zone out and attempt to get some rest... wish me luck.
Peace, love and sweet dreams,
Your humble loping anti-christ
Saturday, February 27, 2010
New Orleans... runners paradise or Amsterdam without the weed?
Crazy in New Orleans... ok, maybe not crazy, but definitely up tempo from home station. Got in last night to some driving rain. I was pleased... driving rain means temps above freezing, and that's what this transplant to the Heartland needs. Now if I can just find some sun to help replinish the Vitamin D I'm certainly deficient of...
Heading shortly to the running expo, where I'll sign in for the half and probably spend much more money than I should. Great timing on filing the taxes, as both my federal return and the end of month pay check are in my account to bankroll my running-induced psychosis while I'm here.
Note: I miss my son. As a parent I find it hard (and sometimes disgusting, but that's for another post) to be selfish, yet that's a word that easily describes the majority of dedicated runners. It's not a negative thing, necessarily... it's just that by nature, if your hobby requires you to spend hours on the road, track, treadmill, or other cardio machines to train for a distance most lament driving, admit your selfishness and press on. But I do miss the little guy, and I'm happy I added to my running playlist a few songs played when his favorite wrestling stars make their ring entrance. Just typing about it brings a smile to my face, and I'll be thinking about his quest to break 100 at bowling today while I'm purchasing my overpriced carb gels and gushing over the newest running technology.
This time tomorrow I should be done with my masochistic road-pounding event, looking for some food, and hoping everything on this old body is still functional.
From the Big Easy, hoping it stays that way for this race virgin,
Peace, love and po-boys... mine with shrimp last night was great!
Heading shortly to the running expo, where I'll sign in for the half and probably spend much more money than I should. Great timing on filing the taxes, as both my federal return and the end of month pay check are in my account to bankroll my running-induced psychosis while I'm here.
Note: I miss my son. As a parent I find it hard (and sometimes disgusting, but that's for another post) to be selfish, yet that's a word that easily describes the majority of dedicated runners. It's not a negative thing, necessarily... it's just that by nature, if your hobby requires you to spend hours on the road, track, treadmill, or other cardio machines to train for a distance most lament driving, admit your selfishness and press on. But I do miss the little guy, and I'm happy I added to my running playlist a few songs played when his favorite wrestling stars make their ring entrance. Just typing about it brings a smile to my face, and I'll be thinking about his quest to break 100 at bowling today while I'm purchasing my overpriced carb gels and gushing over the newest running technology.
This time tomorrow I should be done with my masochistic road-pounding event, looking for some food, and hoping everything on this old body is still functional.
From the Big Easy, hoping it stays that way for this race virgin,
Peace, love and po-boys... mine with shrimp last night was great!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
The night before the before the night before the race
Sitting here looking at the piles of stuff I'm planning to pack into a ridiculously oversized backpack, I'm wondering what would've possessed me to decide that a great way to spend my 40th year on Earth would be by running half marathons. C'mon Kev... old people don't heal well, and my past philosophy on running would be that how fast and far I run depends on who's chasing me.
Ok, so 40 isn't old. Some say it's the new 30. Well that means the 30 year olds I've had my eye on are now the new 20 year olds, and that's the last thing I need in my life. Relationship pursuits aside, I'm gearing up for the Inaugural Rock-n-Roll Marathon Series Mardi Gras Half Marathon in New Orleans on Feb 28. I'm hoping it's as fun as it looks on the Website, although few things are (see the recent news articles on the 300+ people sick on the cruise ship). Either way, it's an experience I'll never forget, and hopefully will recover from quickly.
For those sickos who may be wondering what goal I have for a finish time, let's just say I hope it's less than the time it takes to fly to Finland from Louisiana (get it? Finnish time???) The goal for this race is to complete the 13.1 mile run without having to be carried across the finish line and still possess the ability to walk away and enjoy the rest of my weekend.
More from the road... Daddy needs to finish packing and get some shut eye.
Peace, love and harmony... those folks who sing off key kill me,
Hop-a-long Kev, the guy wondering how long until his toenails start falling off.
Ok, so 40 isn't old. Some say it's the new 30. Well that means the 30 year olds I've had my eye on are now the new 20 year olds, and that's the last thing I need in my life. Relationship pursuits aside, I'm gearing up for the Inaugural Rock-n-Roll Marathon Series Mardi Gras Half Marathon in New Orleans on Feb 28. I'm hoping it's as fun as it looks on the Website, although few things are (see the recent news articles on the 300+ people sick on the cruise ship). Either way, it's an experience I'll never forget, and hopefully will recover from quickly.
For those sickos who may be wondering what goal I have for a finish time, let's just say I hope it's less than the time it takes to fly to Finland from Louisiana (get it? Finnish time???) The goal for this race is to complete the 13.1 mile run without having to be carried across the finish line and still possess the ability to walk away and enjoy the rest of my weekend.
More from the road... Daddy needs to finish packing and get some shut eye.
Peace, love and harmony... those folks who sing off key kill me,
Hop-a-long Kev, the guy wondering how long until his toenails start falling off.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Something Straight Between Us
I prefer, whether in person or by proxy, to offer advance caution to those who may decide to read, follow, or get in my way as I blog here. It's safe to say I can't promise a pristine verbiage for each and every posting. While I speak and write in goodly English most of the time, this ain't the cleaned up, award-seeking version of my life. That in mind, you'lla be seein' a little of everything here: well thought out postings, versions of M*A*S*H episodes where the characters write home, the nonsensical ravings of an occasionally lunatic mad man, ideas on a life serving others, and my love of being a father. Short story long, you may want to consider this blog anywhere from PG-13 to NC-17... if I go farther than that, it's the tequila talking.
Peace, love and crabs... you decide in what versions you'll take 'em.
Your Humble Blogger, moving through life at 40
Peace, love and crabs... you decide in what versions you'll take 'em.
Your Humble Blogger, moving through life at 40
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