I love my wife. She is my best friend, a challenger to prompt me to get better, a princess that needs to be cared for, an independent woman, a nest-builder ... but what I have noticed is that she is also very good at spotting when I need to go back into the bedroom and change. When I see her race into the foyer when I am about to leave, I know I need to give her my undivided attention and rotate and turn as she requests.
We have a clinic in part of our home. Today she was working early, and I decided [all on my own] that my cereal, coffee and home-made oatmeal biscuit was not enough to keep me going so I made a fried-egg sandwich for the road. I spattered two eggs into the pan, had to wipe a little egg white off my belt, wrapped the sandwich in aluminum foil and I was off.
I am currently in financing mode, and I am meeting with venture capitalists for one of my ventures. Well, I show up to the meeting and the secretary gives me this look like I'm a stalker or pedophile. Then when I stand up, the finance guy on the other side of the table gives me this strange look and then looks away. No problem, I think.
Bob [not his real name] the financial guy pulls me aside when I'm about to go into my presentation and says, "Go check how you look in the washroom - you have something on your pants." [Bob is obviously related to my wife in some way.] I go to the washroom and I look myself over. On my pants is this semi-clear gel-like substance dripped down but still quite resiliently moist and glistening - UNCOOKED EGG YOLK from cooking this morning. The location, near the zipper is perhaps the worse place for it to be!
So of course I try to wipe it a little - no go - smear. I try to wet it a little - no go - wet front of the pants. [Now here is how my thinking goes. See if you can follow. I thought for one moment to wet my shirt and exclaim running out of the washroom, that the "sink had exploded!" Then I tried to dry my pants under the hand dryer ... started doing these pelvic lunges and still couldn't get any hot air to blow on it. Finally I said screw it.] I grab the washroom door and pull it open to walk out into the hallway. Unfortunately the finance guy was just about to push the door open and I startled him. [When we are startled our muscles tighten.] He let out a bowel-shaking fart that scared birds across the street to leave the tree they were sitting on, metal doors slammed shut, and the emergency lighting turned on.
I'm writing this from one of the board-rooms. I'm not feeling it! LOL But I'm having a good time. I wonder when I get home if my wife will notice the stain?
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James (@ The Runner's Bug), I haven't forgotten about motivation and exercises. I'm still a little stressed for time - but in control of my bodily functions! Big Clyde, thanks for the comments - you have made an amazing journey. I am learning from you!
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I did my cross-training with weights, lunges, and the HCC today. Tried to pack it all into one hour but it took me 70 minutes. I have started to add another set of reps for all the exercises except for push-ups and shoulder taps that are still being completed with rest breaks and cheats near the end.
Showing posts with label HCC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label HCC. Show all posts
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Jamoosh, training techniques, another joke
How come this guy I don't even know is building me a house of hurt? I did my cross training today with some progress but a lot of exertion.
Adam (@ the boring runner) asked a good question about tracking your training. Do you use an online site, software, or hardware like a watch. I started to use dailymile.com just because it had a widget, but I've found some cool stuff on other people's blogs that dailymile doesn't produce. But in the end you want to have access to the stuff that helps you run better and more enjoyably - and not necessarily be part of a social site.
I think what would help me is something like a combination of a place to input your running, and a place to help you diagnose the run to tell you where you need to improve. (Plus an eating and hydration calendar.)
Here's a specific example: I want to run a 5k in about 4 weeks - my first. I picked a target time that is cosily in the back of the pack for my age group. Then I started training and I didn't know how fast to run my tempo, endurance, and EZ runs. So really I sort of wasted 8 weeks from this point of view. However I saw the Macmillan Running Calculator and it told me some stuff about what I should be running. But I need to find some strategies like ... [making this up] try to run your first 3 splits 15 seconds faster, but maintain for the next 6 or something like that. I just read on Mark U's site about "negative splits" in the Kenyan Way. Something I will experiment with as well.
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Another joke from Fr. Ron:
A woman decides she will stop eating sweets for lent. She is tempted however, because everyday she has to drive by this bakery, and the smell flowing into her car is unbearable. But she is strong and decides to change the way she goes to work. Unfortunately, she discovers her route is continuously changing because of detours and construction, and she ends up driving by the bakery. She thinks to herself, "Maybe God wants me to eat sweets - maybe I need to discern what He wants." She thinks a little more and says, "Ok, if when I pull up beside the bakery, there is an empty spot it means that God wants me to buy myself something." And wouldn't you know it a spot appeared on her eighth time circling around the parking lot!
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I'm on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/andrew.opala) and have about 759 "friends". I actually have about 60 friends and the rest are people like me who think Facebook is a game and the biggest number wins. Anyway, I have been getting these very annoying marketing announcements and invitations for helping me "self-actualize". The only problem with these invitations is that the life shown in the photos of the lady that is sending them too me are terrible. It looks like she's always BBQing road kill on the side of her home at the trailer park. And she's got captions like "here's my other husband also named Darryl". Where does she think I am not self-actualizing?
Anyway Twitter isn't any better (http://twitter.com/AndrewOpala). I have about 35,500 followers and I can't bare to read the timeline - loads of emails on how to get 100 followers a week from people that have about 600 followers.
On both of these sites I find that running and learning about running is impossible. What do you think?
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Adam (@ the boring runner) asked a good question about tracking your training. Do you use an online site, software, or hardware like a watch. I started to use dailymile.com just because it had a widget, but I've found some cool stuff on other people's blogs that dailymile doesn't produce. But in the end you want to have access to the stuff that helps you run better and more enjoyably - and not necessarily be part of a social site.
I think what would help me is something like a combination of a place to input your running, and a place to help you diagnose the run to tell you where you need to improve. (Plus an eating and hydration calendar.)
Here's a specific example: I want to run a 5k in about 4 weeks - my first. I picked a target time that is cosily in the back of the pack for my age group. Then I started training and I didn't know how fast to run my tempo, endurance, and EZ runs. So really I sort of wasted 8 weeks from this point of view. However I saw the Macmillan Running Calculator and it told me some stuff about what I should be running. But I need to find some strategies like ... [making this up] try to run your first 3 splits 15 seconds faster, but maintain for the next 6 or something like that. I just read on Mark U's site about "negative splits" in the Kenyan Way. Something I will experiment with as well.
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Another joke from Fr. Ron:
A woman decides she will stop eating sweets for lent. She is tempted however, because everyday she has to drive by this bakery, and the smell flowing into her car is unbearable. But she is strong and decides to change the way she goes to work. Unfortunately, she discovers her route is continuously changing because of detours and construction, and she ends up driving by the bakery. She thinks to herself, "Maybe God wants me to eat sweets - maybe I need to discern what He wants." She thinks a little more and says, "Ok, if when I pull up beside the bakery, there is an empty spot it means that God wants me to buy myself something." And wouldn't you know it a spot appeared on her eighth time circling around the parking lot!=====
I'm on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/andrew.opala) and have about 759 "friends". I actually have about 60 friends and the rest are people like me who think Facebook is a game and the biggest number wins. Anyway, I have been getting these very annoying marketing announcements and invitations for helping me "self-actualize". The only problem with these invitations is that the life shown in the photos of the lady that is sending them too me are terrible. It looks like she's always BBQing road kill on the side of her home at the trailer park. And she's got captions like "here's my other husband also named Darryl". Where does she think I am not self-actualizing?
Anyway Twitter isn't any better (http://twitter.com/AndrewOpala). I have about 35,500 followers and I can't bare to read the timeline - loads of emails on how to get 100 followers a week from people that have about 600 followers.
On both of these sites I find that running and learning about running is impossible. What do you think?
Thursday, August 19, 2010
X-Training, Lunges, HCC, Golf and During Shots
Cross training went well as always - Squats, Bench Presses, Dead Lifts [you can read the program I do in the tab]. Did my lunges, but tried to do them a little faster than normal and got a great BURNNNNNN. Then did Jamoosh's thrilling thirteen. Hit every goal Jamoosh set, but cheated on the push-ups only doing the last 8 on my knees. All this before 8 am. Then I quickly showered and packed up my golf clubs, sandwich and stuff to race to the carpool place.
My friend Scott was coming in from London Ontario, to pick us up in Oakville and Mississauga to go golfing way up in Aurora [look on a map if you don't know]. With Dwight who had some great news, and we hadn't seen for 3 months. I got behind the steering wheel and as I was backing out I cranked the wheel around to put my rear-end in the street, and my arms said "ah ... no". Man was I weak. Then I put my foot on the accelerator and it felt like I was trying to push a rope! This was going to be a terrible golf game.
Here is one during picture. From left, Scott (Mr. Humor, Insurance salesman by day, Insurance salesman by night - partner or VP in some company in London that ... sells insurance?), Dwight (Mr. wild-a@@ swing, CEO of some company in Ottawa), me (Mr. running man wannabe, President of Voxavox Inc.), and Eric (The most interesting man in the World, his blood smells like cologne, CEO of E.B. Sana).
You will notice much less belly hang in this picture. But as I said it is a DURING photo. I'm 5'11" a real shorty compared to these guys. One really interesting thing I discovered here at Cardinal Golf Club-Redcrest was that on the 9th Tee there's a phone that you can call the restaurant on and order stuff - and then when you drive by on your way to the 10th they serve it up for you. So we ordered.
I got myself a nice all-beef hot dog grilled on a BBQ that I had to bite before I could take a picture - tomatoes, onions and mustard. This is the only way to eat them. Notice the sunshine everywhere. We went on to the 10th and teed off. All of a sudden the sky opened up and we even saw what might have been a tornado "V" starting to develop. Sirens started everywhere, and like rats leaving a sinking ship you could see little golf carts appearing on all paths, from behind burms, and through woods and all were racing to the club house. We rushed into the clubhouse, but we had left the cigars and lighter in one of the carts. Eric and Scott immediately ran out to save them but got drenched.
Cigars saved, we bought some refreshments and split a clubhouse sandwich (in a clubhouse!) and waited out the storm. The storm passed quickly we left most of the food and drink on the table and ran to the carts to get out there as soon as possible. We finished the round successfully with one more photo - I was in pain but I did not whine. I only got two pars on the last 9 - the first 9 was a blur. I don't believe the columns were wide enough to write in all those 11s and 12s for me. Scott stated several times, "Andrew, I thought you play golf". Dwight was on his blackberry the whole time saying "Get me out of here". Eric was silent - he is a strong man.
Mission accomplished I looked like a golfer and had lots of fun. But it was fun because Scott got 4 free rounds from the golf course and suggested the adventure which was about 3-hours drive one way for him, Dwight had 2 hours while me and Eric a measly 1 1/2 hours.
From left, me, Messrs. Dwight, Scott, and Eric. One last thing. You will not believe Dwight's wild-a@@ swing:
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Welcome Luke, Katherine (Forward Foot Strides), The Green Girl, The Turtle, and Kovas (Iš kur tu esi? Any relation to Ed from the NBA?).
My friend Scott was coming in from London Ontario, to pick us up in Oakville and Mississauga to go golfing way up in Aurora [look on a map if you don't know]. With Dwight who had some great news, and we hadn't seen for 3 months. I got behind the steering wheel and as I was backing out I cranked the wheel around to put my rear-end in the street, and my arms said "ah ... no". Man was I weak. Then I put my foot on the accelerator and it felt like I was trying to push a rope! This was going to be a terrible golf game.
You will notice much less belly hang in this picture. But as I said it is a DURING photo. I'm 5'11" a real shorty compared to these guys. One really interesting thing I discovered here at Cardinal Golf Club-Redcrest was that on the 9th Tee there's a phone that you can call the restaurant on and order stuff - and then when you drive by on your way to the 10th they serve it up for you. So we ordered.
I got myself a nice all-beef hot dog grilled on a BBQ that I had to bite before I could take a picture - tomatoes, onions and mustard. This is the only way to eat them. Notice the sunshine everywhere. We went on to the 10th and teed off. All of a sudden the sky opened up and we even saw what might have been a tornado "V" starting to develop. Sirens started everywhere, and like rats leaving a sinking ship you could see little golf carts appearing on all paths, from behind burms, and through woods and all were racing to the club house. We rushed into the clubhouse, but we had left the cigars and lighter in one of the carts. Eric and Scott immediately ran out to save them but got drenched.
Mission accomplished I looked like a golfer and had lots of fun. But it was fun because Scott got 4 free rounds from the golf course and suggested the adventure which was about 3-hours drive one way for him, Dwight had 2 hours while me and Eric a measly 1 1/2 hours.
From left, me, Messrs. Dwight, Scott, and Eric. One last thing. You will not believe Dwight's wild-a@@ swing:
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Welcome Luke, Katherine (Forward Foot Strides), The Green Girl, The Turtle, and Kovas (Iš kur tu esi? Any relation to Ed from the NBA?).
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