Sunday, April 30, 2006

It was a good day.

Got up around 7:35 a.m. and made it to church at 8 a.m. On the way back, I stopped at Central Market and picked up some fresh fruit, pancake mix, and some flowers for Nell.

After a nice breakfast, I picked up around the house, ironed some shirts, and then spent an hour or so working in the backyard.

After a late lunch, Jason and I headed to Kennedale High School, where we parked his car and headed out on our bikes for a 42 mile ride.

All was good until mile 40, when I blew out my rear tire going about 30 mph down the Highway 287 access road. Bummer. Thankfully, we were near the car.

Came home, cleaned up, and made a pizza. Chillin' out now drinking a Corona.

Good stuff.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

I may have found my new addiction. Multi-sport.

This morning, I crawled out of bed at 4:45 a.m. and headed to Joe Pool Lake for the 14th Annual Du-2-Du Duathlon. Although I originally wanted to compete in the long distance duathlon, my frequent training buddy convinced me that the sprint distance would better serve as an introduction to multi-sport.

We loaded up our bikes around 5:40 a.m. and made our way out to Grand Prairie. We weren't exactly sure where we going -- luckily, there was a caravan of vehicles leading into Lynn Creek Park. We made it just before they closed the gates at 6:30 a.m.

A few hundred yards from the parking lot, we reached the start/finish/transition area. There were about 300-400 athletes milling about. A group of race organizers inspected our bikes and helmets and tatooed our race numbers onto our bodies with a permanent marker. In addition to wearing a race bib on your shirt and one on your bike, they write your race number on your left arm and left leg. They also write your age on the back of your left calf.

We were then directed into the transition area, where we were given our assigned bike rack spaces.

Thirty minutes later, the head organizer, Iron Jack, laid out the ground rules. Apparently, there are a lot of ways to get penalized and/or disqualified from an official USAT event.

Another thirty minutes later, and we (the sprint distance duathletes) were off and running (literally). Our event consisted of a 2 mile run followed by a 10.3 mile bike followed by a 2 mile run.

The first 2 miles were probably the toughest of the whole event for me. I have trouble getting into a good running rhythm in such a short period of time. But I still ended up finish the first leg of the run in 14 minutes, 35 seconds (7:17 per mile).

The transition from running to biking took 52 seconds.

The bike ride started off nicely, but about 4 miles in the course headed across a bridge spanning Joe Pool Lake. The wind was brutal. My pace going out slowed, but the course soon u-turned, and the tailwind was awesome. I finished the bike portion in 30 minutes, 51 seconds (20 miles per hour).

The transition from biking back to running took 48 seconds.

The last run felt sluggish, but, even stopping for a quick restroom break, I clocked in at 15 minutes, 42 seconds (7:51 per mile).

As I neared the finish line, I heard rapidly approaching footfalls. For the last several hundred yards, I was in an all-out sprint to the finish with another runner. We crossed at almost the same time, but the tell-tale ChampionChip gave him a 0.25 second edge, which turned out to be enough to push me down from 2nd to 3rd place in my age group category.

In the end, I finished 18th overall and got a nifty bronze metal for finishing 3rd in the 25-29 age group category. (Results are here.)

Damn, it was fun.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

As for Chan's "debate" about great music, I'll simply say this. There ain't no debate.

Why?

Hard... Cold... Facts:

Chan owned a Michael Bolton album.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

My boy, Chan, talks about the lack of real rock in this world.

Sure, he commends Pearl Jam (a band whose best album, "Ten," came out amost 15 years ago) for playing SNL.

Yeah... well, I heard the new album.

And it was... OK.

Seriously, though, the best rock band out there today(on the national scene) has to be Foo Fighters.

Seriously, no f'ing around. Dave Grohl kicks ass. Good, simple, rockin' songs.

Almost as good as Poncho, Lefty, & Drunky.
I’ve been reading “Conspiracy of Fools,” a book about the fall of Enron. Before a colleague lent it to me, Enron had been little more in my mind than a punch line – quick-speak for corporate and accounting fraud. This tome, written by a New York Times reporter, reads quickly and has helped me to understand (albeit in broad strokes) the overlapping and repeated recklessness and greed that turned a pipeline company into a house of cards waiting to collapse. And, according to this book, Andy Fastow is the devil. More or less.

I’m really enjoying the bike. A three hour jog would only cover 20 miles, but I can bike nearly 60 in the same time period. And I’m not physically wasted, as I would be at the end of a similar run. I’m competing in my first duathlon on Sunday. Should be an interesting experience.

Last update – a new band I put together is playing a fundraiser at Joe T. Garcia’s patio next month. It’s actually a reunion with Ben Jermaine, a former college roommate I used to play in a group with back in Austin.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

It's 6 a.m., but it feels like 5 a.m. My body has yet to fully adjust to daylight savings time. It is very difficult to drag myself out of bed.

But a buddy is on his way over to go for a vigorous, hour-long bike ride, so I better wipe the sleep from my eyes and get ready to head out.

Damn, I'm tired.

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