Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Running was great yesterday. 3 miles in 23 minutes, 10 seconds. That's fast for me, folks.

I'll have to skip tomorrow's morning jog. I've got depositions all day in Meridian, Texas -- about 80 miles south-southwest of Fort Worth. Fun stuff.
Computers are odd.

Monday night, our internet connection stopped working at the house. According to the DSL modem, our local network was not responding. I shut everything down and rebooted, as this is usually the remedy to any computer problem. No dice. I unplugged the cables. Still wouldn't work.

So today I asked one of the IT guys at work what I needed to do. Apparently, it's all in how you reboot. First, the modem. Then the computer. Lastly, the wireless router. Any other order, and you get nil. Weird.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

The Endurance Ride has been completed. Time to switch gears. Marathon training officially begins tomorrow. Damn.
HH100 Report:



Oh, and did I mention I ended up on the wrong course? Here's all the local Wichita Falls' paper had to say about the "misdirection" that lengthened the HH100 endurance ride by 13 miles:

Some riders participating in the 100-mile ride actually saw the course lengthened. At FM 171 and FM 180 in Clay County, several bikers were taken off-course because of incorrect signs. Keith Walters, a rider from Dallas, said he was one of about a 1,000 people who were taken off course by a sign held by a man in a pickup truck. It was a disappointing detour that added 13 miles to an already long course. Walters and other riders, who were into mile 80 before the diversion, did receive aid from locals. Clay County Sheriff Deputies and volunteer firefighters with the Jolly Fire Department provided water to the misdirected bikers. Walters said the alternate path dumped bikers out on to Texas 79. Christie was aware of the "sign vandalism." He said some HHH workers had taken down other signage, seemingly set up to misdirect riders. But instead of damning the sign-changing culprit, Christie applauded the impromptu "humanitarian relief."
Um, yeah. No big deal. We'll just ride 117 miles instead of 100. It's was only 100+ degrees by noon. That extra 13 miles with no water or support over some good sized hills into the wind after having ridden 80 miles was great. Just great.

Here's a map. The red line represents the extra mileage 1,000 riders--including Adam H and me--rode.

Friday, August 25, 2006

I just tried to do some yoga. I got 30 minutes into the "energizing morning sequence" before deciding I needed a cup of coffee. Ah, well.

I need to stretch more. I hate stretching, but I know it's important. I always put in a few minutes after a run and/or ride, but that's about it. With all of the jogging/biking I do, I need to keep my muscles loose, not tight. But I really hate stretching.

We're leaving at noon for the HH100. Adam H, Jason, and I are taking Adam's new jeep Cherokee to Wichita Falls, complete with the newly installed 3-bike hitch rack. The plan is to check in at our host house, drop off the bikes, and head to the MPEC to pick-up race packets and check out the expo. Dinner is up in the air. My goal is to be in bed by 9 p.m.

Race/ride day (with 10,000+ riders, it's going to take awhile to get a good pace going, so it's not really a race) starts bright and early. The endurance ride (100 miles) officially starts at 7:09 a.m. According to Google maps, our host house is 4.5 miles from the starting line. We'll probably get up around 5:30 a.m. and ride to the starting around 6:30 a.m. So we'll actually end up riding 109 miles. I hope to finish this bad boy before 1 p.m., but I'm really not worrying too much about time.

I'm taking a camera and will post some pics when I get home.

As I prepare to embark, I leave you with this encouraging description from HH100's website:

The Hotter'N Hell Hundred route is rolling with some long inclines accentuated by incessant wind. People some times ask what you get when you register for the HHH. It is a grueling day in the sun so what does a rider get besides sore muscles, tired posterior, sense of accomplishment and several hours of pure cycling madness? There is no answer that fits all because riders pit themselves against the road and elements for different reasons.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

The only downside to adding the information on my running/cycling distances (see sidebar) is that I don't have stats for the past 6 years I've been running. Well, I do have them... somewhere. But it's not worth the time or effort to plug in the numbers. Ah well. Guess we're starting over from scratch.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Another evening workout.

I had designs on doing this when I woke up at 5:50 a.m. I felt incredible. Last night, I slept like I was drugged. It was fantastic. Seriously, it was like I was high. A complete, blissful, brain-tingling sleep. I can't explain it. The only thing I can figure is the evening workout. So after I got up, I decided I would try it again tonight. We'll see how it goes.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Just got back from a post-dinner workout. I rarely exercise in the evening. In fact, I think this was the first time I've ever visited the FAC after 8:00 p.m. I did some upper body work, then hopped on a stationary bike for 20 minutes.

I'm not much of a fan of indoor cardio. But on a recumbent stationary bike I can read a book and zone out.

Last week, I picked up "The City of Falling Angels" at the library. I've been wanting to read it since it came out last year, but never got around to it. I enjoyed Berendt's "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil," so I thought this new tome about Venice would be entertaining. A hundred page into it, and I am pleased.

The descriptions of the Venetians and their sinking city remind me of New Orleans. I need to visit the Crescent City again. It's been more than a year. Perhaps this fall, after it cools down a bit.
I finally set up a wireless network at home. It's nice. I'm sitting in the living room watching preseason NFL and checking e-mail. This is great. It's going to be very nice during fantasy football season. No more running from the TV to the computer room to check out stats.

Nell is sitting on the couch putting together book reviews to hang up in her library. Tomorrow is open house at her school. I'm glad the firm doesn't have an open house. The closest we get is our holiday party. But it's usually at The Modern and has an open bar. So it's not too bad.
The University of Texas at Austin is ranked #1.

According to the Princeton review, UT is the country's best party school. As reported by the AP:

It topped the overall list — its first time atop the Princeton Review chart — by ranking second in the use of hard liquor, third in beer drinking and 13th in marijuana smoking.

I miss college.

After much searching, I stumbled upon Breaking The Tape, a cool free site that lets you track your exercise and provides scripts for blogging. Very cool. The stats to the right reflect most of my running and biking this month. So we'll see how many miles I get in during the last five months of 2006. It'll be neat to track my progress from here on out.

More dramatically, I changed the color scheme to better reflect my affection for my alma mater. The first game of the season is less than two weeks away. Can't wait. Repeat, baby.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

One week to the HH100. Adam H and I rode an easy paced 38 miles this morning. It was humid when we left the house just before 7 a.m., but it dried up as the sun came out.

I'm at the office, but only for another 5 minutes or so. Had to meet with a partner about a new case. I'd already planned to come up here tomorrow for several hours. I've got to finish up some research and draft a motion. Now I can add something else to my list. Ah, the fun of lawyering.

Thankfully, the rest of today will make up for the drugdgery of tomorrow. Having completed the requisite exercise, I'm leaving the office in a few minutes en route to the bowling alley, where I will do my civic duty and bowl for charity. After throwing down strikes like nobody's business, I'm going to try to meet up with my dad for a round of golf. Then it's over to some friends' backyard for a pool party and cookout. Good times.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Nell, Shana, Willis D., and I went to the Rangers game last night. We had the firm seats. Nice. Three rows behind the first base dugout.

It was also $1 hotdog night, so I got my fill of nitrates and then some.

Too bad we left at the bottom of the 8th inning. We missed a bench-clearing brawl that broke out in the 9th. Ah well.

Tomorrow is Friday, and, like 80s rockstuds, Loverboy, Ryan V. is working for the weekend. After last month's multiple mini-vacations (we were out of town 3 of 4 weekends), Nell and I are trying to lay low in August. The weekends tend to be filled with exercise, naps, and staying in. It's actually been kind of nice. Relaxing.

HH100 is a week from Saturday. I'm not too concerned about it. I've yet to bonk or even come close to exhaustation on the bike. I've definitely been tired after my rides, but nowhere near what it feels like to run for the same amount of time. But averaging 18 mph, it's going to take about 5.5 hours of solid riding, not counting the rest stops. All told, I'll probably be out on the course for 6 hours. That's about an hour and a half longer than a marathon. It will be the longest sustained exercise I've ever done. We'll see how it goes. The ride starts at 7 a.m., so it's is truly going to be hot as hell by the time we finish--assuming this satanic heat trend continues.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

I'm tired. It's 8:15 p.m. and I'm tired. I got up at 5:30 a.m. to go ride 50 or so miles in, around, and through Arlington, Mansfield, Cedar Hill, and Grand Prairie. We got started a little late and finished around 10:45 a.m. Road for just under 3 hours. It was hot. And windy. Hot and windy are not good for a long ride. Especially when your ride has some beastly friggin' hills.

After we finished, I jumped in a pool, showered, ate a big lunch, took an hour nap, went to the office for a few hours, had dinner, and now... I'm tired. Bed is coming soon.

About 35 miles into the ride, we stopped at a gas station to fill up our water bottles. As we rode up, I noticed a police car in the parking lot. I remarked to my buddy, "we can leave our bikes outside. Nothing's going to happen with a cop here." As we got closer, more police cars appeared. Then a crime scene van. Apparently, the gas station had been robbed a few minutes before our arrival. Good timing.

That's it for today. I've got a hearing on an application for temporary restraining order at 9 a.m. and am meeting another lawyer from the firm tomorrow at 7:30 a.m. to prepare. I'm skipping the gym in the morning in lieu of sleep, but I will probably hit it after work.

Seriously -- I'm really tired.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Twice this week, I've posted that I was about to head to the gym, and on both occasions, I jogged past the FAC and kept running. The first time, I ran for 8 miles. Yesterday, I got outside, felt good, and went for 6 miles. It's interesting how I much I enjoyed these impromtu jogs. Since the spring, I'd been cycling so much, that I kind of forgot about running. Sure, I'd jog a mile or two here or there, but my focus was the bike. Now, two weeks before the Hotter than Hell, I'm getting a running bug. Not that I don't still like biking. I do. A lot. But I think I'm truly discovering the benefits of crosstraining. Before I bought my bike, running was pretty much my only source of cardio. Now, I'm alternating between running and biking. It's kind of nice.

Anyway... I've got to head to the store. Nell is taking a nap after her first 15 mile run (she's training for the Marine Corps Marathon), and I told her I would make my famous, Rolo-style, Longhorn chili today.

Friday, August 11, 2006

A nice morning. Cup o' joe. Clif bar. Going to the FAC for some easy lifting.

And this afternoon I'll be teeing off at Fossil Creek along with two other lawyers from my office and my best friend, Smooreboy. We're playing in the Fort Worth-Tarrant County Young Lawyers Association Annual Golf Tournament.

It's supposed to be 103 degrees this afternoon, so I'll be foregoing beer for lots of water. But I'll take hot, sweaty golf as opposed to air conditioned desk work any day.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

I never made it to the gym.

I started off from the house on a slow jog around 6:30 a.m. But as I neared the gym, I felt good and decided to keep running. I made my way down 7th Street across the Trinity River and into downtown. I was back on my old marathon training route, and routine took over. I rounded the south end of downtown and came back across Commerce Street toward the courthouse on Belknap. Took Belknap up to Pier One, then back down (and up) 7th to Washington over to Mattison up Dorothy to Bunting and back home.

A nice 8 mile opener to the day.
Work is chugging along. I was supposed to be in court for a temporary injunction hearing on Friday, but the court coordinator called to reschedule. Ah, well. Now I can play in the Young Lawyers' Association golf tournament Friday afternoon.

Last night, I had a meeting scheduled with an opposing party to see if an agreement could be reached. To accomodate this person's schedule, I agreed to meet at my office at 7 p.m. after he got off work. By 8 p.m., he still had not shown, despite three telephone calls from me. (He never answered and never returned my calls.)

This does not bode well for an amicable resolution of the dispute.

Over the past weekend, I rode some good hills on a 50-miler with three other guys. It was a solid ride. I felt good afterwards. And I ate large portions of really unhealthy food.

On Sunday, I drafted a couple of motions and then Nell and I ventured to my parents' house in Mansfield. Dad and I played seven holes of golf, at which point the skies opened up and delivered a nice, easy rain. We grilled steaks for dinner, and Mom made some caprisi and homemade creme brulee.

It is now Tuesday morning, and I'm about to head to the gym. The endless routine continues unabated: wake up, work out, go to work, eat lunch, work some more, come home, eat dinner, hang out with Nell, go to bed, repeat.

It's actually more fun than it sounds.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

It's hot in Texas. Obscenely hot. Offensively hot.

That's all I got this morning.


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