Monday, December 31, 2007
We had Becky, Joe, Candi, Andy (that's me), Davo, Lisa, Gretchen and Juno (that's Davo's dog). We ran 15 miles, it was a good time. I ran too fast (almost kept up with Davo) for the first 1/2 was a little worried about that pesky ITB, but then I slowed down a tic and hoofed it in with Candi and Becky.
It was a stone groove. Can I tell you, what a great way to end the year. I do believe I'll start the New Year same activity at a different venue.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
...... AndyMan and Pam, taking a break......
Oh, yeah, one more, Jim Sullivan, one of only two Florida cats to finish Western States was there, and he's so cool, check out that mug! What a smile!
Anyway, it was a stone cold blast, wish I had been able to stay for the whole foray, but I had to watch the Bucs 2nd and third team get edged out by the Parolina Canthers full team. Well, I understood resting the Bucs starting football players, but why did they rest the good coaches too. No way Gruden called some of those bonehead plays, I mean he's a professional right?
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Tomorrow, I'm going for four in a row, and I'll be thankful.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
As I was driving to Morris Bridge, Trout Creek Site, I was behind a very nice black Ford F-150 pickemup truck. This fella had rendered his nice truck classless (without class) as he displayed the piss-boy on his rear windshield. I'm all for the 1st Amendment of the 27 to our Constitution, but have a little couth, piss-boy. If I want to display:Then, no worries. This is just on my blog. No kids need see it, and I can explain that this is just an example of something I don't like, and I don't like it to the point where as I'm out running if I see the Piss-Boy on a parked car I will tear the decal/bumbersticker right off. Yep, I'm going to be the P-B police! So, how do I really feel? I'm not going to give you 1000 words on it; just this:
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
1) Gotta be strong. No doughboys in the Grandslam. It's one thing to be able to run 100 miles, but it takes a different stronger body to recover in time to run another 100 miles in three weeks, which I'll have to do twice in the slam. Gotta strengthen the core, the back, the hips, may throw in some Rogainne too, as long as I'm getting the body looking buff, may as well get the hair looking good too. "What's different about him? Did he lose weight?" My secret, "No, I went to see Sy Sperling, he's not just the president of the Hair Club for Men, he's also a customer!"
2) Never trust Mike Melton to send you pictures. (hey the ones that SuperDave sent me weren't usable, and took like 40 minutes to download on high speed wireless, but he sent them! I can look at them, but I just can't use them.)
BTW, Arlene won the First Watch Gift Card, we gotta meet for a brew so I can hand it out! And I have to get and learn Photo Shop, if this was Chase's blog, his mug would be all over the buff dude and on Sy, man, it would be sweet!
Sunday, December 23, 2007
I do Imagine that I'm feeling a little more pain then the Godfather above, because, well, he's above (unless you listen to those S.C. redneck cops, they may say otherwise)
Hey, I'm running on Christmas Day, who's with me? Come-on, who's with me. I'll travel, I'll do it, but I'm running, it's my Christmas present to me (ok, so it's my second present, but who says you're limited to one?)
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Anyway, I was careful, I didn't run too far, only 15 miles (yeah, I didn't think it was that long, but then I checked it out, and it was 15 miles) but I did run very slowly. And I was careful, and it was a chance to run with my friends Brian Singletary, and Frank Sierra, (he is a doctor, so you know, I had that going for me, well, a dentist is a doctor) and Leon was there for an hour. See, so there was that. And we saw like 30 little pigs and 3 really large ones (so it was 15, but it was a bunch, and they were SO cute), and one small gator. That was fun.
Any way, we are talking 5 hours later, and still no pain, so I think I'm pretty much well, but still, I'm waiting till Christmas morning to run again, really this time. And I promise not to go over 15, yall I promise!
Friday, December 21, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
If, I aint lying then I'm telling you the truth. I can't wait till Tuesday morning, I may treat myself to a double-digit run, no, no, better not, don't want to leap in too big too fast too strong. Got the big four for which to train. It'll be great! (geez, you'd think I was going on a date or something, what a putz, get a life, loser! Oh, BS, I'm getting my jollies complete with running shoes on, and if anyone of you folks with a real life can't unnerstand, well, that's ok too, but yadda yadda yadda I'm gonna jogga jogga jogga!
Merry Xmen everyone!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
The ITB isn't hurting anymore, the sciatic hurts a little, but I'm going to try to be smart. Wish me luck!
Monday, December 17, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Guess what? I think that they are the ones that are special. When so many kids don't care at all, heck so many people don't care at all, they are pouring their hearts in something for one reason; to help others. Now you tell me who is special. Heck, you guys all know me, it aint me!
Thank you ladies, you made my day, you gave my race a purpose, and YOU give me HOPE for the future!
ps, don't worry Chase, I'll be mildly humorous and very cynical again tomorrow!
Monday, December 10, 2007
Ancient Oaks. Sandy Oaks. Hot Oaks. Ronald Regan was right, once you've seen one ancient oak, you've seen them all (29 times no less!)
It was repetitive, it was redundant, it was a ditto, it wasn't that much fun.
There was fun stuff about it:
My main man Dante. Dante, worked the race, because he's a good guy. I was glad to meet him, and I looked forward to ending each loop, yes, because I was 1/29th closer to being finished, but also because I looked forward to updating him on the latest I-Pod tune to which I was listening. Can you believe he'd never heard of the Gourds or the Meat Puppets?
Sandy Melton (of course when the sun came out, I knew I was Sandy, and I felt like I was Melton, er, melting or something.) Mike Melton's much better 1/2 Sandy was out there all day and all night helping us out. She brought me a Starbucks peppermint latte at like 2 AM, and I needed it! Sandy, I owe you $5 bucks, don't let me forget, K? K!
Mark, I think he was related to Stu, but doesn't matter, I came by the start/finish tent 29 times, and he was there EVERY TIME. I told him, "Mark, thanks for being here, I'd much rather be doing what I'm doing than what you're doing!" To which Mark gracefully replied, "The difference is, you could do what I'm doing, and I could never do what you're doing." How'd he think of that? I mean poetry. You have to know that that is EXACTLY what an ultra runner wants to hear. Thank you Mark!
Stu: What a great guy. Puts on the race, feeds us, wouldn't even take a donation. Yeah, he's going to heaven!
Little Lisa: Wow, what a great time I had running three loops with you. Lisa ran well and were great company. Dave is a lucky guy, of course you're pretty lucky to have a guy that will get up at 2 AM and drive across the state with you!
And my two fantastic Pacers!!!!! Adam and Tracy. I was not kidding, without you two I WAS AT LEAST ONE HOUR SLOWER! You guys kept it light, knew when to talk knew when to hush up. Those last 7 loops were great. Just when I couldn't see the point and would have walked or crawled, or napped, you two kept me running. Hey Tracy, did we take down that last lap or what? Thank you so much! I meant what I said, re: Croom, send those suckers to me!
Ok, last little bit: Last loop if you will.
The race was hard, but it was a pure ultra. No frills, it's all up to you. Do you want to run, do you want to nap, do you want to finish. More than 1/2 the field didn't want to finish enough to finish. I don't know what the secret is to finishing, you just have to make that your only option. Unless you are hurt, you have to know you will finish, they you keep going until you do. For me, I want to finish as quickly as I can, so I keep running.
In this race I came in 2nd place; however, I feel like I ran as well as anyone. I ran most of the night in third place, but I knew I was going to come in second, I kept picking at the second place guy's lead. Just chipping away at it. I told Dante at the aid station, man I'd hate to be that son of a gun, he's got to know that I'm going to catch him, and he's not going to be happy when I do. I wasn't trying to be cocky, but I knew how well I was running, and couldn't imagine that he was running as well. Turns out that I caught him at 2:29 AM. Only four loops to go. Poor fella, it broke his spirit and he ended up dropping out with 3 laps to go. Dropping out with 10 miles to go? That's an option?
As for the Joe in 1st place. Had the race been 20 more miles........
Friday, December 7, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
By, Andy the Loser
Within 1 hour of my post yesterday where I vowed not to sell-out, it came to me in a sign from God, er, well, not so much God as a sign from Suncoast Schools Federal Credit Union. On Tuesdays I run out of school like a scalded hound at the day’s last bell. I have to hot-foot it over to Ali’s school and then jet her over to dance. Just as I was putting the finishing touches on my “holier than thou I’m not a sell-out post,” that great liberating 3:00 school bell rang and it was off to get Ali.
Well yesterday was December 4, that’s Alison’s mommy’s birthday. Ali explained that she hadn’t had the opportunity to get anything for her mother yet (er, this was definitely last minute here!) and wanted to stop on the way to dance. Well, I wasn’t worried about being late for dance; I have no moves to learn, so I said sure. This is where the sign from God, er SSFCU comes in.
Dad: “Hey, how about a Carraba’s gift card?”
Daughter: “Ok, sure, that sounds good.”
Dad: “You know I also have a Starbucks gift card someone gave to me.”
Daughter: “No Daddy, you keep that, that’s yours.”
Dad: “Well, we could get her one of those too.”
Daughter: “The Carraba’s will be enough.”
Dad: “You know I think they sell those at Publix. There’s one on the way.”
Daughter: “Good idea.”
Dad: “Ok, you sure just the one $25 card? You don’t want a Starbuck’s too?”
Daughter: “No that’ll be enough; we’ll get her a family gift this weekend.”
Dad: “Let’s do it.”
Publix Cashier looking at Gift Card: “So, when are our reservations?”
Dad (now customer): “Sorry, it’s a gift.”
Cashier: “Er, hey, do you have another card?”
Dad: “No just the one Carraba’s card.”
Cashier: “No, do you have another card with which to pay? This one has been denied.”
Dad: “Er, no, I’ll use cash. Whoops, I only have $20, I’ll hit the bank machine and come back.”
Bank Machine: “Hey sucker, you don’t have ANY MONEY! Go Get a REAL JOB, and quit pushing my buttons until you get one. Now drop and give me 20!”
Dad: “Hey Ali, you know I’m trying to cut back on caffeine, how about giving mommy this Starbucks gift card?”
Ali: “No daddy, this is yours; we’ll just get her something this weekend.”
Daddy: “Please take it, it’s all I have to give.”
Ali: “I feel bad.”
Daddy: “Honey, I want you to have it, please.”
Did you ever feel like a total loser? Well, I did right then and right there. I don't want to feel that way again, and again, and again, so I will sell-out. So what, it's the American way, and it really is the American way, always has, always will.
Come by and visit me anytime, I’m in the classroom with the red swoosh on the door. We’ll be young, have fun and drink Pepsi together!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Sadly, in life's hierarchy, the Hummer tops the bus :(
Monday, December 3, 2007
I was very excited to see that my friend Chase got in to Western States via the lottery, now I know I won't come in last :)
AND NEITHER WILL HE!
Ok, here's the skinny:
In, Chase, Andy, my friends Michelle, Chrissy Weiss, and Gordy Ansleigh. Also in are 3 other folks from Florida, I don't know any of them, if you know anything gimme a shout:
Georganna Quarles (an Ironwoman), Allen Kuhn (an Ironman, and a lightening fast one), and Scott Hendrickson (no data found.)
Gee, I hope I can get a Chris Wedge, or a Jon Docs, or a Davo, or perhaps a Woody to come up and pace me for 38 miles up there in California, that'd be so cool! If you are interested partaking in the pacing and becoming part of the book project, shoot me a note. Remember, I'll have run 62 mountain miles, so chances are you are fast enough! When the lovely (hubba, hubba) Deborah Wedge paced me in 2005, she had never run more than 31 miles in a single whack, but she had no problem keeping up with me.
All applications will be considered!
Yeah, yeah, I'm getting cable at home... soon, but really I'll be out all weekend running a 3.5 miles in Ancient Oaks (hey, it wouldn't take all weekend, but I am going to do it 29 times, I may just trow in an extra for good measure.)
Things you can expect to see today once those pesky students leave:
1) The Chase is On, er, in... Chase made it into States, I'm going to check and see you else is in.
2) The votes are in, yall all want me to whore-out, I'll let you know.... later today
3) The Alligator story, if I write it, it's kind of serious and I get little love on those
Be good, be young, drink Pepsi!