Sunday, December 25, 2005

Merry Christmas!

On Friday evening, we hosted a holiday party with my wife's extended family -- siblings, cousins, aunts, and uncles. Last night we enjoyed Christmas Eve mass at the church in which we were married.

It's now 8 a.m. on Christmas day, and we are getting ready to head to Mansfield to open gifts with my family. At 1 p.m., we are scheduled to visit my mother-in-law. Then, following a brief and warmly anticipated nap, we travel back to my parents' home for Christmas dinner.

The weather has been unseasonably warm, despite an ice storm two weeks ago. I believe the forecast is in the mid-60s. I may try to jog this afternoon if I can steal away an hour or so.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Yesterday was another fun day to be lawyer.

Without getting into any specifics, we successfully persuaded a Judge to dissolve a temporary restraining order prior to its natural expiration and to deny any further injunctive relief to the platiniffs. The Court also stated that it was inclined to dismiss the entire case for lack jurisdiction, but we agreed to provide the plaintiffs until January 15, 2006 to attempt to come up with some legal authority to rebut the arguments put forth in our plea to the jurisdiction.

The plaintiffs won't find any such authority. I know. I've looked. They're isn't any.

I love going to Court.
As long as I win.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Last Sunday, I ran White Rock. I ran the initial 10k in 52 minutes and the first half in 1 hr 54 mins. Felt great. Ahead of pace. I will finish in 3 hours, 45 minutes. Way head. Feeling very, very good.

Mile 17--both calves simultaneously cramp. No warning. Utter pain.

Could barely move.

Limped to the next aid station and rub icy-hot into them.

Trudged along. Pace continued to slow.

Every aid station, I stop, rub icy-hot into my legs, chug Powerade. Every time, the medical staff asks if I am drinking enough water, getting enough potassium. Do I want a med-ride to the finish line?

No. Screw that. I'll be damned if I take a DNF.

Can hardly walk, let alone run.

My calf muscles have completely shut down. I begin over compensating with my quads.

Then my quads revolt. Spasms of pain. I try to kick my legs, causing my hamstrings to tighten.

I refuse to walk.

I check my pace band. For awhile, I was four minutes ahead. Then three. Then two. Then I am behind. I will not finish in 3 hours, 45 minutes. I will not finish in 4 hours. I may not finish at all.

At mile 20, I rip the pace band off my wrist and throw it down in anger. I am around White Rock Lake and back in the neighborhoods.

I stumble at mile 22 trying to get a cup of Powerade.

At mile 24, I see my sister and my dad. I have slowed from an 8:49 per mile pace to about 15 minutes per mile. I only barely register them, but they see what is happening.

I do not stop.

I cross under a highway exchange and make my way back into downtown.

My running consists of picking my feet an inch off the ground and shuffling forward. But I will not walk.

I come into downtown and it suddenly registers that I am nearing the finish line. I have no idea what my pace was. I do not know what time it is. In my mind, I have been running for hours, days.

Down the hill. Past the Aquarium downtown. Past the West End. Toward the new W Hotel construction.

Left turn. Don't fall. Pick up your feet.

I round the final turn toward the finish line (maybe .1-.2 mile left). Nell is there.

I start trying to run. Both legs completely shut down. I start to fall, grab the back of my left leg, hold myself up, keep pushing forward.

Cramp in my right hamstring.
Trip. Catch myself. Pump my arms.
Stumble. Don't fall. Keep moving forward.

Nell is running with me. She says something. I respond, but don't register what is said. A race official tells her she has to get off the course. Keep running.

In the back of my consciousness, I hear the crowd. Erupting. Cheering.

I try to run.
Almost falling.
Staying upright.
Pumping my arms.
Crying. Tears roll down my cheeks.
I can hear cheering but I am focused only on the finish line.
The last tenth of a mile. I see the finish line.

As I cross, I start to fall, and two race workers grab me. I try to tell them I am fine, but they refuse to let me go. They walk/carry me. Someone puts a medal around my neck. They congratulate me and move to the medical tent.

I am still crying.

They put me on a table. A doctor gives me more Powerade and some pills.


This was my 6th marathon. I finished in 4 hours, 30 minutes, 54 seconds. It was my 3rd fastest time.

But it was not sub-4 hours.

It's now Tuesday--two days since the race--and I am still having trouble walking.

Cowtown is in 73 days. Never give in.


Saturday, December 10, 2005

The race is tomorrow. Seems like a long time ago that I was running 18-20 miles. My last really long run was October 29 (21 miles). I've did 14 miles a month ago and 10 miles 3 weeks ago. Since then I have only run shorter distances (less than 10k). Turkey Trot was success -- 7:43 per mile without really killing myself. But there's a huge difference between 6.2 and 26.2 miles. Expect a report tomorrow or Monday.

Changing gears, it's hard not to be awash with joy as the Longhorns are the premier college sports University in the country right now. With a baseball national championship trophy, the football team is preparing for a showdown against USC in the National Championship on Jan. 1. Combine that with the Runnin' Horns undefeated season and a non-conference game against #1 Duke today at 12:30 p.m., and you have all three top men's athletic programs playing at the elite level.

Oh yeah, and VY won the Davey O'Brien and the Maxwell award. Sure, the Heisman will probably go to Reggie Bush, but that's more reason for Vince to come back next year.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

June 7, 2003. My wedding day. A perfect afternoon. My bride was stunning. Everything was wonderful. Better than we could have imagined.

But that is not the focus of this post.

Instead, I offer this piece of advice: make sure your best man's car has a full tank of gas before he agrees to drive you and your new wife from the Church to the reception.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

As I was riding home from a holiday party with my wife, I began thinking about all of the experiences of my life and how so few of them have been recorded for posterity. So, in that regard, I begin the first of a series of rememberances....

1995. Freshman year. I'm 18 years old and living on my own for the first time. Austin, Texas. What a town. I'm reside on the 13th floor of Jester Dormitory.

Kyu Chan Kim, friend and erstwhile confidant, lives in Madison House (a private dorm several blocks west of campus).

As is the norm, we traverse west campus and beyond for various Friday night parties. On this occasion, however, Chan urges us to forego the normal haunts in favor of a special soiree he has in store.



"What girls?"



As our group of revelers grows, so too does Chan's insistence on the merrimeth that will freely flow upon our arrival at his mythic fiesta. Chan's promised destination is a Longhorn Cheerleader party.

As he leads a walking caravan of at least 10-12 students throughout campus, a feeling of dread soon descends.

"Where are we going?"

"Where is this party?"

"Where are you taking us?"

And yet, as we round a corner, a light shines in the distance.

"Ah-ha! I told you! There it is!"

And, as Chan pauses the savor the moment, slowly... in the distance... at the house in front of which we all stand waiting...

the porch light shuts off.

It is dark.

There is no party.


More pause.

Chan turns.

He is smiling.

He laughs.
Texas won the Big 12. On to Passadena for the National Championship.

Life is good.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

The Sunday after a long, holiday weekend is always kind of a downer. Back to work, back to school, back to the norm. But Christmas is only a month away!

We had a nice Thanksgiving. For the eighth or ninth year, we attended the annual Thanksgiving Eve party at Smokin' Joe and Pat's house.

Nell and I ran the Turkey Trot the following morning. I was pleased with my time, which was 4.5 minutes faster than the previous year.

Texas squeaked by the Aggies and finished the regular season 11-0. We'll be playing Colorado for the Big 12 Championship next Saturday. After we win, it's a month until the National Championship at the Rose Bowl.

We saw "Walk the Line" last night. Good movie. We both really enjoyed it.

Two weeks until White Rock. I'm ready to get this marathon over with.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

It's been awhile since I've posted something here. I'd like to say it's because I've been busy (which is true), but that's not really the reason. I've had every intention of posting. It's just that somehow when I sit down at the computer I find myself checking out or our bank account or or fantasy football....

In any event, here I am now, awake at at 7 a.m. on a Saturday for no good reason. I'm not running this morning. No work to do. Nothing to force me out of bed except for nagging, sore throat. It kicked in about two days ago and it really ticks me off. I hate getting sick and rarely do. But here it is. A tickle in the back of my throat that keeps me from getting a good night's sleep. I kept the bottle of chloroseptic on the nightstand, but numbing the itch doesn't make it go away. It just dulls it. I had my flu shot about three weeks ago, so this is probably just your run of the mill sore throat/common cold.

As a friend and former blogger used to say, alas.

Marathon training is on the down slope. I'm now tapering my routes. At the peak, I ran 21 miles in under 3 hours. Assuming all goes as planned, I should have no trouble reaching my goal. I use the term "no trouble" in the relative sense. It will still be a hard run, and I'm certain my legs will ache for days afterwards. But if I cross that finish line in under 4 hrs (and I don't care if it's 3:59:59), then it will be worth it. Right now, I'm happy to not be getting up at 4:45 a.m. to go jog until the sun comes up.

Texas football is keeping me smiling. Other than the Ohio State game, the Horns have dominated every team on their schedule. Sure, Oklahoma State was tight during the first quarter, but, as commentator's are very fond of saying, Vince Young will not let you lose. We (Nell and I) are going to the game against Kansas this afternoon. We got great seats from a friend at the firm--50 yard line, club level. Nell has only been to Royal-Memorial Stadium once, and we sat in the corner of the endzone. This should be a nice experience for her.

For now, that's all I've got.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Yesterday, I ran 20 miles in 2 hours, 55 minutes, and 7 seconds. That works out to 8:45 per mile. Without question, the fastest I have ever run that distance. And I felt great. I think I could have run the sub-4 hour marathon had it been race day. Here’s hoping I can keep the pace up on December 12.
Two weeks ago, Frank, Willis, and I attended the Texas-OU game at the State Fair. We did it right – beers and corny dogs for breakfast, funnel cakes and sausage-on-stick for lunch, post-game ice cream cones. What a splendid afternoon. After sitting through five years of defeat, it was fantastic to watch the Horns go out and demolish the Sooners.

Chan, Willis, Frank, CCJ, and I also took in the butt-whomping of Colorado last week. Victory never gets old. I’m starting to get very excited about the national championship.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

As everyone should do every year or so, I googled myself this morning. Not surprisingly, most hits involved either this blog or my law firm's website.

Interestingly, I noticed I am on a couple of "running blog" lists. I didn't intend this to become a "running blog," although I don't disagree with the characterization.

In any event, I'm going for 18 miles on Sunday. Wish me luck.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Under Texas law, attorneys are generally required to confer with each other before filing a motion. The motion must include a "Certificate of Conference" stating that the attorneys did in fact confer. More often than not, such a conference is simply formality. But the idea is that attorneys might be able to work things out without needing the court to hold a hearing.

With that brief explanation, here's a quote from a certificate of conference contained in a motion recently filed in a Dallas district court:

This will certify that on the 23rd day of September, 2005, that undersigned counsel conducted a conference with Plaintiff's Counsel.... Although never stating explicitly that she opposed the Motion for Sanctions, Plaintiff's counsel did state that the undersigned counsel and her client can "kiss my ass" and that she will see us at the courthouse. Therefore, this Motion is opposed.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

It's always interesting to see how an online survey rates your political ideology....

You are a

Social Liberal
(60% permissive)

and an...

Economic Moderate
(43% permissive)

You are best described as a:


Take the The Politics Test on OkCupid

Monday, September 26, 2005

I haven't posted in over a week. I've been busy at work and have spent a good deal of my free computer time checking out Dedman's evacuation account. Unlike Katrina and its devastation of New Orleans, I have felt distanced from Rita. I've only driven through Beaumont and, other than a 1/2 day before our cruise ship left, haven't spent any time in Galveston in more than 15 years.
I suppose this is how non-New Orleans (or visitors to the Big Easy) felt as Katrina crashed into my favorite city.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

By the way, it's 5:45 a.m. Saturday morning. I've been up for 30 minutes. About to go for a shorter, long run (12 miles). I better keep this pace up and break 4 hours. I sure am giving up some quality sack time for this.
I'm starting to get calls from recruiters. I suppose I am at that point in my career where other firms are interested in me because I'm more or less "trained" (i.e., I can come into a new firm and hit the ground running), but it's still odd to me. The enticement to jump ship is obvious -- more money. Who wouldn't want more money? It would have to be an obscene amount of money to get me to leave -- esepcially when so many of my friends hate their firms. For the most part, I am very happy at my job. The attorneys, including the partners, are people I enjoy working with.

Something the recuiters also mention is how great their new firm is at mentoring associates. Huh? If it's so great at mentoring associates, why is there a need to hire new ones? Shouldn't the associates who started with the firm be appropriately mentored by now? Or maybe they too have jumped ship....

Sunday, September 11, 2005

This morning, my wife and I noticed our neighbors had an American Flag hung from their porch. At first, I was puzzled. "Why are they flying the flag today?" It took a moment for the realization to sink in. It's amazing how September 11 can recede so quickly in memory.
Incredible game. Our defense was unbelievable. VY put on a Heisman-worthy performance. Jamal Charles looked great. The only cause for concern--and it is quite a concern--is our kickoff coverage. Abysmal. But overall, I'm happy and can't complain with the Horns' historic performance.

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Friday, September 09, 2005

Tomorrow is the big game. I've been waiting for this since Dusty Mangum hit his field goal.

The day begins with a 16 mile run. After breakfast, I'll put on a couple pots of chili and wait for kickoff.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Anne Rice writes about New Orleans and the Hurricane Katrina tragedy in an excerpt from the New York Times:

Almost as soon as the cameras began panning over the rooftops, and the helicopters began chopping free those trapped in their attics, a chorus of voices rose. "Why didn't they leave?" people asked both on and off camera. "Why did they stay there when they knew a storm was coming?" One reporter even asked me, "Why do people live in such a place?"

Then as conditions became unbearable, the looters took to the streets. Windows were smashed, jewelry snatched, stores broken open, water and food and televisions carried out by fierce and uninhibited crowds.

Now the voices grew even louder. How could these thieves loot and pillage in a time of such crisis? How could people shoot one another? Because the faces of those drowning and the faces of those looting were largely black faces, race came into the picture. What kind of people are these, the people of New Orleans, who stay in a city about to be flooded, and then turn on one another?

Well, here's an answer. Thousands didn't leave New Orleans because they couldn't leave. They didn't have the money. They didn't have the vehicles. They didn't have any place to go. They are the poor, black and white, who dwell in any city in great numbers; and they did what they felt they could do - they huddled together in the strongest houses they could find. There was no way to up and leave and check into the nearest Ramada Inn.

What's more, thousands more who could have left stayed behind to help others. They went out in the helicopters and pulled the survivors off rooftops; they went through the flooded streets in their boats trying to gather those they could find. Meanwhile, city officials tried desperately to alleviate the worsening conditions in the Superdome, while makeshift shelters and hotels and hospitals struggled.

And where was everyone else during all this? Oh, help is coming, New Orleans was told. We are a rich country. Congress is acting. Someone will come to stop the looting and care for the refugees.

And it's true: eventually, help did come. But how many times did Gov. Kathleen Blanco have to say that the situation was desperate? How many times did Mayor Ray Nagin have to call for aid? Why did America ask a city cherished by millions and excoriated by some, but ignored by no one, to fight for its own life for so long? That's my question.

I know that New Orleans will win its fight in the end. I was born in the city and lived there for many years. It shaped who and what I am. Never have I experienced a place where people knew more about love, about family, about loyalty and about getting along than the people of New Orleans. It is perhaps their very gentleness that gives them their endurance.

They will rebuild as they have after storms of the past; and they will stay in New Orleans because it is where they have always lived, where their mothers and their fathers lived, where their churches were built by their ancestors, where their family graves carry names that go back 200 years. They will stay in New Orleans where they can enjoy a sweetness of family life that other communities lost long ago.

But to my country I want to say this: During this crisis you failed us. You looked down on us; you dismissed our victims; you dismissed us. You want our Jazz Fest, you want our Mardi Gras, you want our cooking and our music. Then when you saw us in real trouble, when you saw a tiny minority preying on the weak among us, you called us "Sin City," and turned your backs.

Well, we are a lot more than all that. And though we may seem the most exotic, the most atmospheric and, at times, the most downtrodden part of this land, we are still part of it. We are Americans. We are you.
To call running "fun" would be a misuse of the word. Running can be "enjoyable." Running can be "rejuvenating." But in a pure sense of the word, running is not fun.
- Dean Karnazes

Saturday, September 03, 2005

My blog comments finally got spammed, so I'm now requiring a word verification before posting. For the few of you who read this site (and actually post comments), I apologize for the inconvenience.

Friday, September 02, 2005

New Orleans mayor Ray Nagin was running for office during my last year in law school. I remember him campaigning in front of De LaSalle High School on St. Charles Avenue one day while I was jogging down the neutral ground towards Audobon Park.

According to the AP, here's what he had to say about the federal government's reaction to the Hurricane Katrina crisis:

A day before President Bush headed to the hurricane-ravaged South, Mayor Ray Nagin lashed out at federal officials, telling a local radio station "they don't have a clue what's going on down here."
. . .
Nagin's interview Thursday night on WWL radio came as President Bush planned to visit Gulf Coast communities battered by Hurricane Katrina, a visit aimed at alleviating criticism that he engineered a too-little, too-late response.

Bush viewed the damage while flying over the region Wednesday en route to Washington after cutting short his Texas vacation by two days.

"They flew down here one time two days after the doggone event was over with TV cameras, AP reporters, all kind of goddamn — excuse my French everybody in America, but I am pissed," Nagin said.

Nagin said he told Bush in a recent conversation that "we had an incredible crisis here and that his flying over in Air Force One does not do it justice ... I have been all around this city and that I am very frustrated because we are not able to marshal resources and we are outmanned in just about every respect."

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Here's some good news:

One potentially bright spot is that the aesthetic heart of New Orleans, the French Quarter, may have escaped the severe damage seen in other parts of the city because of its elevation, a whole 3 feet above sea level. St. Charles Avenue, where in better times streetcars rumble beneath ancient oaks past stately mansions, also appears to have avoided the heaviest damage.
This really ticks me off...


New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin also ordered virtually the entire police force to abandon search-and-rescue efforts and stop thieves who were becoming increasingly hostile.
"They are starting to get closer to heavily populated areas — hotels, hospitals, and we're going to stop it right now," Nagin said.

. . .

Bush expressed sympathy for those who were still suffering but also said there should be "zero tolerance" for breaking the law during an emergency situation.

In a sign of growing lawlessness, Tenet HealthCare Corp. asked authorities late Wednesday to help evacuate a fully functioning hospital in Gretna after a supply truck carrying food, water and medical supplies was held up at gunpoint.

"There are physical threats to safety from roving bands of armed individuals with weapons who are threatening the safety of the hospital," said spokesman Steven Campanini. He estimated there were about 350 employees in the hospital and between 125 to 150 patients.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

According to latest reports, the historic French Quarter, the hallmark of New Orleans and the main draw for its huge tourist industry, should escape with only minor flooding because it sits five feet above sea level.

It could be worse....

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Say a prayer for New Orleans tonight. Hurricane Katrina is expected to make landfall about sunrise Monday.

Whether you respect their individuality or dismiss them as a confederacy of dunces, you have to smile at the way some New Orleanians greet this catastophic event:

“You can sign my death certificate,” cigar bar owner Michael Kincaid said, standing in line at Mattassa’s corner grocery with a six-pack of beer, a bag of potato chips and a package of chocolate chip cookies. “My biggest investment is here, so I’m going to stay with it.”

Or, as a 56-year old real estate agent put it, “We’re kind of a different breed of people down here, people in the Quarter. Heck, if we can put up with Mardis Gras, we can put up with a hurricane.”

I love New Orleans. Probably more than anywhere I've ever lived. I sincerely hope it makes it through this.

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Saturday run. Best yet. 15 miles. 2 hours, 13 minutes, 27 seconds. 8:53 per mile pace. Felt great. Still feeling good. I.I.T.S.

On a different note...

Looking back over the past several posts, I've noticed this has become little more than a running blog, chronicling my current quest for a sub-4 hour marathon.

Fear not, faithful readers (all three of you), as college football season is about to begin, which will surely provide ample inspiration.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

It's back on. Yesterday I hauled ass and finished my 10-miler in 1 hour, 29 minutes. That's a respectable 8:54 per mile. I felt good, but I was definitely tired at the end. I know I couldn't have kept it up for another 16 miles, but I'm sticking with my earlier reasoning -- the heat and humidity are a huge factor that should disappear by December. When I left the house at 6 a.m., it was a ridiculous 82 degrees! Next week is a 15 mile jog....

Saturday, August 13, 2005

The sub-four hour marathon is going to be tough. I just got back from what I thought was a great long run. I felt like I was booking it -- 14 miles in 2:12:04. But I needed to run it in 2:08:14 to be on pace. Maybe it was the weather--even by 6:30 a.m., it was about 80 degrees with 60% humidity. Hopefully, my time will improve as the temperature drops.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Sunday, August 07, 2005

I've been at the office since 10:30 a.m. And that doesn't count the hour and a half at home I spent reviewing a proposed settlement agreement before heading this way.

So... it's time for a quick break before I delve back into the exciting world of written discovery.

Part of the blame for this Sunday is owed to an informal mediation I had last Friday. I expected it to last an hour or two at most. I even thought I might slip out early and head to the golf course. Sadly, we were still negotiating four hours later. Ah, well. In the end, it all worked out.

On a different note, I've decided I need new goals. I've been doing the running thing for a few years now (really since 2001), and I want a new challenge(s). In that regard, here's my new three-part plan that should take me into 2007.

First, run a sub-four hour marathon. I checked online, and my best time was 4:13:30 in the 2002 Mardi Gras Marathon. (Earlier that year, I had run The Wall, a 30k race (18.64 miles) in 2:46:58, which put me at an 8:57 per mile pace. I remember thinking after the race that had I run a marathon that day, I would've finished in under 4 hours. I felt great the entire time.) I've got the White Rock in December. Hopefully, I'll be able to do it then. If not, I've got Cowtown in February.

Second, after accomplishing the sub-four hour marathon, I want to train for a century ride. I'm setting my sights on the 2006 Hotter than Hell 100. I am incapable of motivating myself to train for anything short of extreme.

Third, having run several marathons and, hopefully, a centruy ride, I want to compete in a triathlon. This means I will have to learn how to swim. (Currently, I know how to gently float.) The idea is to do this sometime during the spring of 2007.

That's it! Nothing to it, right?

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

We just returned from a long weekend in Hot Springs Village with Colin, Dave, and Kyu Chan. Here's some pics....

P.S. Here's a special thanks to Eric for the Diamante hook up.

Monday, July 18, 2005

You know what I don't get? Quite often whenever I mention my long distance running (usually in response to an inquiry), I am met with some sort of quick reply about how bad my knees are going to be some day. Not "that's great you're dedicated," or "it must be cool to run that far," or even "wow, nice work."

Instead, I'm greeted with, "You probably won't be able to walk when you're in your mid-thirties."

I just don't understand it.

Friday, July 15, 2005

Here's a quick shot at posting on the go. This is only a test.
Sent from my BlackBerry

Well, this blows my theory (and just about everyone else's) right out of the water. I was very suprised by Rehnquist's announcement, particularly in light of his having served on the Court during Douglas' demise.

Get ready for some contentious confirmation hearings after Bush appoints O'Connor's successor.

The firm recently gave all the attorneys BlackBerries. At first I was apprehensive -- who wants a 24 hour connection to the office? But now that I have the tiny gadget, I'm really enjoying it. It's amazing having everything--email, calendar, contacts, cell phone, web access--all in one handheld device. I had a Palm Pilot a few years ago, but I never really got that much use out of it. Already, I can tell the BlackBerry will be different.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

This is interesting. Seems Kevin Griffin's got a successful second career as songwriter for other artists.

Here's my plug for BTE -- buy "Before the Robots" today.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

The past two weeks have been very exciting and enjoyable (and busy) at work.

First, I worked with another associate to obtain a temporary restraining order enjoining several defendants from foreclosing on three different multimillion dollar nursing homes owned by our client.

Second, I made my first solo appearance in a Dallas court and acquired a writ of sequestration commanding the constable to seize and sequester my client's property from a former employee who was refusing to turn it over.

Third, I successfully evicted an extremely disruptive tenant from government assisted housing after a contentious two and half hour hearing. And yes, the tenant was represented by counsel.

Fourth, the Texas Supreme Court denied the petition for review in a case that the Fort Worth Court of Appeals had reversed in favor of our clients on appeal.

All in all, it has been a fun time to be an attorney.

Saturday, July 02, 2005

It's 5:30 a.m. on one of my precious days off from work.

What the hell am I doing awake?

I'll give you one guess....

On a related subject, I've never experienced a runner's high. Through multiple marathons, countless training runs, and other races of varying lengths, I have not once experienced this so-called phenomenon. In fact, my favorite part of any run is the point at which I finish.

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Congratulations to the National Champion Texas Longhorns
It's now 4:45 p.m. and I'm taking a break to catch the end of the Texas baseball game.

By the way, I hope both of my readers enjoy the new template.
It's a little after 8:30 a.m. on Sunday morning. I have to spend several hours at work today helping another associate with a fairly large matter than recently entered our doors. Needless to say, I am not thrilled about spending my Sunday at the office.

Oh well. It will make up for some of the time I missed while at the seminar in Austin earlier this month.

Saturday, June 25, 2005

Okay, something funky is going on with the posting format. I'll investigate and get back to you.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

It's a good thing I'm not much of a betting man.

So far, I've called every game of the College World Series wrong.

First, Texas beats Baylor (somewhat suprising, as Baylor pretty much owned Texas during the regular season). Then, Tulane, the #1 team in the country, loses to Texas. Next, Tulane goes up 7-0 on Baylor, only to squander the lead. Finally, Texas secures its dominance by beating Baylor again with a homerun in the bottom of the 9th by the leadoff batter who had previously messed up his shoulder during the game and had comitted a crucial Texas error.

Thankfully, the only wager I had was on the Tulane v. Baylor game. I now have to take a partner to lunch. Just doesn't seem right, does it?

Monday, June 20, 2005

At six o'clock tonight, Texas and Tulane will meet in the College World Series.

Who to cheer for?

It's a dilemma so few alumni ever face.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

I didn't get in. Neither did my wife, my sister-in-law, my sister-in-law's boyfriend, or my training buddy.

What gives?

Now I'm thinking about this one.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Whenever I discuss my jogging endeavors, people routinely ask me how I started running long-distances. (This question is usually preceded by "why do you run long distances," an inquiry I am not sure I can adequately answer.) It seems they want to hear of some momentous occasion that prompted my three-hour treks down the pavement.

The truth is not that grand.

As I neared the start of my senior year in college, I was at the peak of what is now affectionately referred to as my “fat phase.” At 5’11’’, I weighed around 235-240 pounds. I ate lots of fast food, smoked on a daily basis, drank too much beer, and rarely exercised.

Simply put, I was in bad shape.

So one day I woke up and decided it was time to improve my health. I threw away all the junk food, gave up alcohol and cigarettes, and started walking everywhere. I made a point to hit the gym everyday, mostly for cardio workouts. I started eating better and drinking lots of water.

Six months later, I had amazingly dropped sixty-five pounds.

Around this time, I signed up for a 5k race around campus. I barely made it to the halfway point without having to stop and walk. So now I had a new challenge – to run 3.1 miles non-stop. Everything grew from there.

By the time I started law school, I was up to 6 miles. At the end of my first year, I met my buddy Dave at the Crescent City Classic, the first real race I ever ran. And what a fun race – 10,000 people jogging through the French Quarter and into City Park in the swampy heat of New Orleans.

Organized runs fueled a new excitement. I can’t remember who suggested it, but Dave and I vowed to run a marathon together the following year.

Fast forward four years, and I’m a veteran of five marathons -- the Mardi Gras Marathon (twice-2001, 2002), the New York City Marathon (2001), the Houston Marathon (2003), and the Marine Corps Marathon (2004). This next year, I am hoping to run three marathons -- the New York City Marathon, the White Rock Marathon, and the Cowtown Marathon.

And that's how I became a runner.

Monday, June 06, 2005

Excited about the BTE concert, I skipped ahead and failed to discuss the conference I attended last week in Austin, Texas. To the non-lawyers out there, two and half days sitting through various lectures on state and federal appellate work probably doesn't sound too exciting. But the conference was quite interesting.

And I'll take any opportunity to spend time in Austin.

I stayed at the Four Seasons Hotel, a locale I never encountered during my four years as an undergrad at UT. I arrived Wednesday evening around 5:30 p.m., just in time to catch an optional writing workshop. After an hour and half, I ducked out to join a colleague for dinner and drinks at McCormick & Schmick's. Afterwards, we made our way to Sullivan's for a nightcap before retiring to the hotel.

The next morning, I went for a jog along Town Lake prior to making my way to the conference. After grabbing lunch with my mom and sister (who also happened to be in town), I finished up the day and met another friend for cocktails and Mexican food at Manuel's.

On Friday, I grabbed lunch with my former boss, Texas Supreme Court Justice Scott Brister. I first met SB four years ago when he happened to be in New Orleans for a judicial conference. It's amazing how something so seemingly coincidental set the stage for my legal career--at least in bringing me back to Texas immediately after graduation.

After the conference ended Friday afternoon, I hightailed it back to DFW to catch the aforementioned Better Than Ezra show.

Saturday, June 04, 2005

Last night, Nell, Shana, Adam, Valerie, and I headed east to the Gypsy Tea Room to catch Better Than Ezra. About a year ago, we had our infamous backstage/strip club incident with the band.

BTE was pretty good, but they took it to the next level when...


Monday, May 30, 2005

Another week, another blistering hot run.

Why do I wait until the heat of the day?

This time, it was work that interfered. Last week, I was underwater trying to get ready for a summary judgment hearing. Everything else got pushed aside. As a result, I spent the bulk of Memorial Day at the office working on a reply to a petition for review before the Texas Supreme Court. Bummer. By the time I had the workings of a draft in good enough shape to pass on to a partner, it was 3:30 p.m.

Not one to go a week without a long run, I laced up my Asics and hit the steamy pavement. An hour and forty minutes later, I pulled my sweaty, exhausted body up the steps of the porch.

I've got to start doing these runs earlier in the day.

Sunday, May 29, 2005

I saw "Revenge of the Sith" yesterday afternoon. I hadn't planned to catch the flick so soon after its release (I'm not a fan of teeming theater crowds--and their whispering, cheering, and popcorn-gobbling noises), but I felt compelled to check it out, if for no other reason than to avoid learning any of the "suprises" in the film. (Of course, it seemed there could be little surprises--we already know what happens next, courtesy of Episodes IV, V, and VI.)

I will admit I was not optimistic about the movie. Like many of my generation, I loved the original trilogy, and was extremely disappointed with Episodes I and II. I recall walking out of the theater after viewing those early installments feeling cheated. With the relentless talk of trade federations, the senate, and countless other political manuevering, Lucas had apparently filmed a flashier version of C-SPAN.

So with a certain amount of apprehension, I trudged to the silver screen with two pals.

Without discussing anything related to the plot--there are numerous reviews already out there--I will say I was impressed. Sure, there are some unbelievably cheesy lines, but that's part of all of Lucas' movies. And, while critics have somewhat blasted Christensen's portrayal of Anakin's descent into darkness, I thought he did a good job, especially with the dialogue he was given.

In any event, I give it a thumbs-up, an a-plus, several stars, etc.

But -- I would caution against taking children with a predilection for nightmares. This is a very dark movie, and the violence, though sci-fi stylized, is much more gruesome than in any other Star Wars movie. Unless you want your kids sleeping at the foot of your bed for awhile, I'd leave them at home until the get a bit older.

Saturday, May 28, 2005

It's been a long week. After several continuances, we finally had a summary judgment hearing in a fairly large case on Friday. The hearing lasted a little over two hours, with three different parties (each having filed competing motions for summary judgment) arguing to the Judge why they should win as a matter of law. I spent the bulk of my time this week preparing for the hearing, often staying at the office later than usual.

Not surprisingly, the Court chose to take the matter under advisement.

So now we wait for a ruling. Bummer.

Monday, May 23, 2005

Yesterday, I went on a suicide mission. Instead of getting up early and running before the blazing sun had reached high in the sky, I slept until 9 a.m. Foolishly dedicated to my long run, I hit the pavement a little after 10 a.m., just as temperatures were beginning to soar. By the time I finished 10.2 miles, it was approaching noon with a heat index of over 100 degrees. Insane.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

I've been playing a lot of golf lately -- about once a week. Not that my game has improved. I peaked about 4 years ago during law school and haven't gotten much better since. With the exception of yesterday's outing, I'd been shooting in the low 90s. Just a tad over bogey golf.

Friday afternoon, I met up with a coworker's husband at Rockwood public off Jacksboro Highway. Known for its sandy greens and concrete fairways, Rockwood is a hacker's hangout. With temperatures soaring into the high 90s, my playing partner and I were soaked with sweat before we even made it to the first tee. (Wisely, we had decided to walk the course.) We only played nine holes, but I was exhausted by the time I dragged myself back to the car. And my score was pretty horrendous, though I managed to win $1 (we played for $1 a hole).

Friday, May 20, 2005

It's 6 a.m. and I'm sipping some coffee before heading to the gym. A few months ago, we bagged our Larry North membership and joined the Founders Activity Center at the UNT-Health Science Center. Despite its perks (great equipment, never crowded, downtown), LN was getting too pricey. In February, Nell discovered the FAC when she picked up our Cowtown Marathon packets. (In addition to being a gym, the FAC houses the Cowtown Marathon offices.) The FAC took some getting used to. It's definitely a no-frills gym. But it has all the equipment I need. And it's 1/2 a mile from our house, so I usually jog over. Every little bit helps, right?

On a different note, I went to the The Colonial golf tourney on Wednesday. My firm has a skybox on the 13th green, and, as an associate, I was required to take a shift and greet clients. Tough job. I spent Wednesday afternoon hanging out, watching the Pro-Am, having a few beers, and shooting the breeze with the 1/2 dozen clients who came by.

Interestingly, Pat Green, who Frandog recently saw participating in a tournament at Brookhaven, also hit the links at Colonial. Apparently, all Pat does these days is play golf, drink beer, and occasionally strum his guitar for a few thousand people. Nice life.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Nell and I signed up to run the NYC Marathon in November. This doesn’t guarantee us entry into the race. Because so many runners want to participate, the New York Road Runners select entrants by an online lottery. We should find out in mid-June whether we got in. It will be Nell’s first marathon; it will be my sixth.

I’ve also decided to run the White Rock Marathon in Dallas and the Cowtown Marathon in Fort Worth, regardless of whether or not I run New York. While this may seem masochistic, I think it will be a good test of my body’s ability to rebound after some fairly extensive physical stress. I want to see if I can do it. Back in 2001-2002, I ran NYC in November, followed by the Mardi Gras Marathon in February. Two marathons in three months. If successful in my new challenge, I will have run three marathons in four months (with NYC and White Rock only a month apart).

Part of my new resolve is owed to Dean Karnazes, whose book, “Ultra Marathon Man,” I’ve been reading lately. I recommend the book to anyone—runners and non-runner alike. This guy is incredible. He’s run 262 miles (the equivalent of 10 marathons) straight. Amazing. His memoir is quite inspiring. So much so that last Sunday I got up and jogged 9.4 miles on a whim. (In a respectable 1:26:17, I might add.) Keep in mind, I haven’t done any long distance running since the Marine Corps Marathon back in October--not counting the Cowtown relay in February.

I think I’ll go for 12 this weekend.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

First things first. I have eliminated titles from this blog. I spent way too much time trying to think of a witty title for each post. This often resulted in a title that far exceeded the substance of the entry itself. No more titles.

Second, and in much the same vain, I am eliminating from my blog-thought-process any need to post something interesting in a worldly sense. This is my personal blog, and, as the description states, encompasses commentary that momentarily moves in. Previously, I attempted to come up with an intelligent, engaging topic. (Really, I did.) No longer will I be limited by such desires. I will now post whatever I want, regardless of its mundane detail. (Yes, both of my readers are very excited now, I can tell.)

Lastly, I will attempt to update at least once a week. Hopefully more.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Friday, March 25, 2005

Quick Shout

We got back from visiting Poolie in NYC last week. The trip was good--except for the sickness which descending upon my body Saturday. Ugh. I did my best to fight through the pain and somehow managed to eat two Gray's Papaya hotdogs. Two hours later I felt sick again. Predictable.

Work has been on the roller coaster lately. I'm either very busy or not busy at all. There doesn't seem to be much middle ground. I suppose this is part of being a litigator, but I often wish my job had a steadier pace.

Off to work. Last day of the week--not counting the jury charge I will draft on Sunday.

Monday, February 28, 2005

Cowtown Results

Out team finished in 3 hours and 51 minutes. I ran my 9.8 miles at an 8:29 per mile pace. Yep, yep.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Deadbeat Dedman

It's been 10 days since Dedman has posted. That's the equivalent of two months for a normal blogger.

Alas, where has the prolific blogger been?

Tigers Reunite

Recently, I received an email providing some basic information about our 10 year high school reunion. (I say "our" because, yes, my wife and I attended high school together. But we did not start dating until college.)

Happily, the reunion will take place at the same site of our wedding reception. It is also a short 10 minutes from our home, which will be nice.

The only downside is the price. Tickets are $69 per person. Now, maybe I'm oblivious to the cost of reunions, but I know for a fact that the reception site charges about $15 per person for a Mexican buffet (chicken and steak fajitas, rice, beans, guacamole, etc.), non-alcoholic drinks, waitstaff, decorations, clean up, etc. So where's the other $54 going? Well, there's the cost of invitations, the fee for the d.j., the fee for the reunion planner.... The biggest expense, it seems, is the reunion book. Apparently, it will feature then-and-now photos, little stories about everyone's lives, etc. I'm sure it will be nice to have the book, but do my wife and I have to both buy a ticket (and end up paying $148 bucks for a dinner that doesn't even include an open bar)? Can't we buy one ticket, eat one meal, get one book--and the other spouse just shows up, gets no food from the reunion buffet, gets no book, but buys dinner from the restaurant and pays for his or her own drinks?

Okay, this may make me sound cheap. But I know I'll probably end up buying two tickets. It's just that $148 could be used for a much nicer night out.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Mardi Gras, Cowtown, and the Law

My wife and I returned from New Orleans last week after spending four days soaking up the gluttony of Mardi Gras. The crowds were thinner than in previous years, likely due to the earliness of this year's carnival. Although we saw a few friends from law school days, this year seemed different. New Orleans isn't changing (it never will--until a hurricane wipes it off the earth), but maybe we are. We love New Orleans--the food, the trees, Audubon Park, the river, etc. And we had a good time. But I wonder if we'll go again next year. If we do make it back to New Orleans, I doubt we'll go during Mardi Gras.

Next Saturday (February 26), I will be running a relay leg of the Cowtown Marathon. I haven't done much running since the White Rock in mid-December. This ought to be interesting. Tuesday after work I ran from my office to Joe T. Garcia's restaurant and back (probably about 6 miles). I've got to do 9.8 miles for the relay on February 26. It's going to be rough.

Earlier this week, I picked up another term on the Board of Directors for the Tarrant County Young Lawyers Association. Unlike before, the election was uncontested. So far, my biggest responsibility as a board member has been securing volunteers to judge a regional mock trial competition for high school students. The competition was last weekend, and I was genuinely impressed with the poise and preparedness of the competitors. Sadly, they were much better than most lawyers I've seen in court (including myself).

Monday, January 10, 2005

No Competition

I must admit that this is not a very good blog.

It lacks the self-deprecation and topical musings of

It's not as wickedly humorous as

And it clearly can't compete with's all-too-real look at law firm life.

What to do? What to say? Maybe I should start making things up....


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