tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71657795350114026432024-03-13T15:56:15.341-07:00Iv'e just stopped being surprised anymoreSome time back in 1992 as a high school sophomore I was fairly sure I knew the gist of everything I needed to and what I was going to do, be, and what basic path I would use to get from point A to point B. What followed... and followS, is nothing short of incredible.
This is a scattered accounting of that.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-38442435850354723592013-11-13T12:25:00.001-08:002013-11-13T12:25:56.179-08:00I was slightly wrong Markturns out it is now 3 out of 307. I forgot to count the first one and the last one... I should point out that... I have only done 0.2 % of the entire work. even though the first figure would indicate that I have done very close to 1%. Well that is how these things work....Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-49006773696799551822013-11-12T13:17:00.003-08:002013-11-12T13:17:50.522-08:00love you, long timeMark Ledyard said I needed to update my blog. Well, this stupid thing was from back when I still worked for set up events. I need to figure out how to shove this blog over to my new business email aand login...<br />
anyway,<br />
today's message is<br />
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That is all.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-81780145566733151102010-12-14T14:28:00.000-08:002011-02-22T14:15:32.082-08:00the actual progressClick <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ss1CXo8QMi8">HERE </a>to see what I am doing grave injustice to.<br /><br />Curly:When we on one rollin' tru da hood,<br />Red Bone, aint no truf misunderstood.<br />You set up in my big body wif All Days Flossin'<br />My ride be dripping and it is all good. <br /><br />Chicken heads and Hos bet jus scurry<br />My P-ride bumpin base dat'l bury<br />My P-ride Bumpin base Dat'l bury de rest on my block<br /><br />My Rims Bling cause I drops da cheddar<br />If you holla "shotty" den you sittin on some leathar<br />Crack heads dat triffle find dat dey gettin deader cause my 9 go pop<br /><br />My anchors be choppin' an dey 24k, <br />an even at night dey glowin'<br />My windows so tinted dat even in the day, you ain't even know where you goin.<br /><br />Aftermarket halogens a grinnin',<br />You my shawty like I said in duh beginnin'<br />Get dat badonk in my ride get to sinnin' or it's time to hop<br />Out my P-ride bumpin base out beside the pawn shop<br /><br />Eller: Is it tru yo Woofers 15 inch?<br />Curly: Bitch you know dem shits are 15 inch.<br />Laurey: Does it really have a Custom Crome wrap Package?<br />Curly: Yes it's Chrome, a sure as you my wench.<br /><br />below is untranslated, I will be coming back to work it through... That is the first part... then memorizing and figuring out a scooby filtered Borat... Hmm I don't know, I might have to make two versions, a Pure Borat word structure with some ebonics thrown in (a la his trip to ATL in the movie) and then simply scooby voice that. it's not easy....<br /><br /><br />All the world'll fly in a flurry<br />When I take you out in the surry<br />When I take you out in the surry with the fringe on top.<br />When we hit that road, hell-for-leather<br />Cats and dogs will dance in the heather<br />Birds and frogs'll sing all together and the toads will hop!<br />The wind'll whistle as we rattle along,<br />The cows'll moo in the clover<br />The river will ripple out a whispered song,<br />And whisper it over and over<br />Don't you wish you'd go on forever<br />Don't you wish you'd go on forever<br />Don't you wish you'd go on forever And you'd never stop?<br />In that shiny little surry With the fringe on the top.<br />I can see the stars gittin' blurry<br />When we ride back home in the surry<br />Ridin' slowly home in the surry With the fringe on top<br />I can feel the day gettin' older<br />Feel a sleepy head near my shoulder<br />Noddin', droopin', close to my shoulder Till it falls kerplop.<br />The sun is swimmin' on the rim of a hill<br />The moon is takin' a header.<br />And jist as I'm thinkin' all the earth is still<br />A lark'll wake up in the meader.<br />Hush, you bird. My baby's a sleepin'<br />Maybe got a dream worth a keepin'<br />Whoa, you team an' jist keep a creepin' At a slow clip, clop.<br />Don't you hurry little Surry With The Fringe On the Top.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-84617378197112717012010-12-14T14:12:00.000-08:002010-12-14T14:28:32.056-08:00work in progressOnce upon I time, I fancied myself an actor. Late one night over some beverages, my friend Margarita challenged me to do the following to Surrey with the fringe on Top of Oklahoma fame by Rodgers and Hammerstein<br />1. Translate this song into Ebonics. (with possible modernizations if it seems a good choice artistically)<br />2. Learn to sing it in a voice whereby Borat is talking like Scooby Do. Or is it, Scooby Do talking like Borat?<br /><br />I can't recall, but I Will do which ever seems the most appropriate.<br />This should prove quite challenging. I have been given march as my deadline to deliver.<br />This is just me writing it down and holding myself to the fire about it. Below are the original Lyrics, the next post will be the original lyrics at first, and then I will edit them over time.<br /><br />Curly:When I take you out tonight with me<br />Honey, here's the way it's gonna be<br />You will set behind a team of snow-white horses<br />In the slickest gig you'll ever see.<br />Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry<br />When I take you out in the surrey<br />When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top<br />Watch that fringe an' see how it flutters<br />When I drive them high-steppin' strutters<br />Nosy pokes will peak through their shutters and their eyes will pop!<br />The wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown<br />The dashboard's genuine leather.<br />With eisenglass curtains you can roll right down<br />In case there's a change in the weather<br />Two bright side-lights winkin' and blinkin'<br />Ain't no finer rig I'm a thinkin'<br />You can keep yer rig if yer thinkin' that I'd keer to swap<br />Fer that shiny little surry with the fringe on the top<br />Eller:Would you say the fringe was made of silk?<br />Curly:Wouldn't have no other kind but silk<br />Laurey:Has it really got a team of snow-white horses?<br />Curly:One's like snow, the other's more like milk.<br />All the world'll fly in a flurry<br />When I take you out in the surry<br />When I take you out in the surry with the fringe on top.<br />When we hit that road, hell-for-leather<br />Cats and dogs will dance in the heather<br />Birds and frogs'll sing all together and the toads will hop!<br />The wind'll whistle as we rattle along,The cows'll moo in the clover<br />The river will ripple out a whispered song,<br />And whisper it over and over<br />Don't you wish you'd go on forever<br />Don't you wish you'd go on forever<br />Don't you wish you'd go on forever<br />And you'd never stop?<br />In that shiny little surry With the fringe on the top.<br />I can see the stars gittin' blurry<br />When we ride back home in the surry<br />Ridin' slowly home in the surry With the fringe on top<br />I can feel the day gettin' olderFeel a sleepy head near my shoulder<br />Noddin', droopin', close to my shoulder Till it falls kerplop.<br />The sun is swimmin' on the rim of a hill<br />The moon is takin' a header.<br />And jist as I'm thinkin' all the earth is stillA lark'll wake up in the meader.<br />Hush, you bird. My baby's a sleepin'Maybe got a dream worth a keepin'<br />Whoa, you team an' jist keep a creepin' At a slow clip, clop.<br />Don't you hurry little Surry With The Fringe On the Top.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-40254943882954212792010-04-27T22:01:00.001-07:002010-04-27T22:45:40.269-07:00Mas y mas aqua blanca!Man o man.... I have been such a slacker with my blog. And, as I have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">previously</span> set forth... this is how I had hoped to leave at least a slight record of my life. And really, all I can say is that life is good. I keep taking my beat downs coupled with new <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">achievements</span> in my Kayak. I continue to enjoy my job and Football. As Captain of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Greenman</span> Coed, the little team that could is having it's best season to Date and I am so proud to be a part of it. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Greenman</span> open is also doing well and as one of the old farts on the team I am happy to actually be wanted and needed in the success of that team. Jack of the Wood, my Over 30 team, has also had some great matches as of late and that warms my heart as well. I love the brothers and sisters that I get to share the pitch with. These are blessings in my life. <br /> And now I must elaborate on the kayaking. I have two guys in particular that are taking me under their wing. They are Justin <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Doroshenko</span> and Aaron <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Oswaldt</span>. Both are quite good on white water and they are both so excited to watch me move forward as a paddler. I know so little, but I am learning fast. They keep me safe while I take my lumps. I love how they really get excited about my progress. Each new eddy out, each new clean line run on increasingly bigger water, every time I ferry across faster and chunkier sections of white water, each time a charge through a bigger hole, and even each time I eat it and then have another successful swim. With each of these guys I feel like they just kind of drifted away from running rivers, but they now find new joy in bringing a newbie along in the sport. I just love the challenge, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">and</span> I think they love that I love it. A few weeks ago I did the French Broad at 4000 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">cfs</span> and REALLY got my arse handed to me. I had 4 swims including one that started with a massive <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">unintentional</span> stern squirt at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kayaker's</span> ledge. I feel that that day was a critical junction for me in the sport. Seeing as how I do not have any sort of Roll yet, when I get up-ended, it means that I must wet exit and swim. One of these swims took me though the bottom half of "ledges" which is the longest rapid on the French Broad. I also had a good swim on the last half of Pinball a few days ago. Sure, a swim is scary when you don't plan for it, but now I do it with composure and relative calm. The other thing that makes me and my mentors happy is that, in each of the last swims I first made some strong attempts to keep the boat upright before finally rolling upside down and ejecting. All these things are just marks of progress. When I look back at where I was this fall and what I knew it is so great to be where I am now. I hope that in another 6 months I can see that I am yet again nothing like what I was...Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-40384867205813304072010-03-09T16:50:00.001-08:002010-03-09T17:03:06.550-08:00Some thing Old, some thing newSomething Dorky, When I was 15 A few upper <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">class men</span> on my swim team in high school introduced me to the band, They Might Be Giants. I have most of what they have done. I just love them. The new Album, "The Else" is really solid. It very well be my favorite. They are musical savants. These guys just keep cranking out music. Music I like. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">TMBG</span> is not an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">acquired</span> taste... you pretty much know from the get go if it is for you. Some of the most nasal singing you have ever heard, use of all sorts of odd ball instruments. But it is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">technically</span> brilliant stuff, tight vocal harmonies (one can harmonize even with the nasal). They are one of the tightest groups you will ever see in terms of live play. The other thing is that they simply revel in their <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">dorkiness</span> and the crowd is always on board. Pure cheese. Congo lines form at the bands request. We do whatever silly thing we are asked to do, because it's fun and who cares.<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">TMBG</span> is an experience.<br />Well, I am off to go have some fun with these guys, just like I did in the 90's... and the 00's.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-27261213645781385562010-02-12T18:20:00.000-08:002010-02-12T21:36:30.960-08:00Olympic games random thoughts1. The Inuits rock. They are my favorite aboriginal people of Canada.<br />2. The winter games are so white even the guy (the only one) from Algeria looks white.<br />3. Why don't they have like... snow Wrestling... or ice boxing? I'd watch that shiite.<br />4.Dude, I'd totally love to be some punk trust fund Kid from the Caribbean and be in the Winter games... SOOO much better than being doing it the other way... a la Eric Moussambani.<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zjCc_VyxM4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zjCc_VyxM4</a> (PS those other two dudes were punk ass B*tches)<br />5.Of course the Germans put the ladies in Pink Vests and the guys had Powder Blue ones... Always practical...<br />6. So those Aboriginal Canadians have been dancing for the entire parade of nations, did they give them E?<br />7. Common on India, yall got a billion of you and those little mountains... what are they called, oh yeah, the Himalayas... and you bring 3 people?<br />8. Awww man! no cool runnings this year! Damnit.<br />9. Dude that Flag bearer for Switzerland... the ice skater... Just take the L out...<br />10. Ok all the Folks in white along the entrance corridor are making the best Canadian Soul Train evs!<br />11. Um, no, I don't actually think my mom likes Shawn White...<br />12. 82 nations... so if global warming continues, how many are we going to have next time?<br />13. China... precise. Canada, cool and wavy.<br />14. In Canada, men must have big hair. It's kinda like Tennessee for Women...<br />15.Ok wait, one of those Aboriginal Canadians looked like he was in the cure. How am I supposed to feel about this?<br />16. Donald Sutherland is Canadian too???<br />17.Trippy.... they got good weed in BC, this is common knowledge.<br />18.Orca spouts... niiiiice.<br />19.It needs repeating... Canadians... Cool and wavy.<br />20.Of course the French Canadian part would start all weird and douchey.<br />21.Wondering what 1.3 Billion Chinese think about fiddle jams.<br />22.Note to self, do not attempt tree pose with built in lit sparklers on your shoes.<br />23. Indoor Flag Stuff, A good blow job is hard to come by... just look at those flags just strugglin'<br />24. Ah yes the finest in Canadian engineering... enh 3 out of 4 aint bad eh?<br />25. I wonder which of the four of them got punked, I really hope it was not the Handicapped guy.<br />Um, that is all.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-10002141683606136462010-02-02T18:20:00.000-08:002010-02-02T18:32:03.877-08:00Quizzo HOOOOOOOOOO!Once again we are winning team names. (see the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">november</span> post to see said names). And at this point we are in the midst of a 6 week championship at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">quizzo</span>. Last week we were in a 3 way tie for third, this week a tie for second. I figure we are solid top 3 if not in first place at this point.<br /> Oh life is good. And <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">quizzo</span> is a small fraction of it. This past weekend we had the second solid one foot snow of the year. Myself and many of my best friends in town holed up in the most awesome house down in Fletcher and had a rip roaring good time sledding, drinking, playing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">farkle</span> and watching movies. There really is no point in the retelling of such an epic weekend. It's one of those you had to be there kind of things.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-60052262601204923492009-12-23T23:54:00.000-08:002009-12-24T00:05:37.005-08:00Something I have to say"Dear life, thank you for being mine.<br />Dear friends and family, thank you for being in it."<br />-me<br />just now.<br /><br />I googled the two sentences separately... nothing came up as an exact match on either.<br />so, maybe it is a quote attributable to me... But I wish it wasn't. Other people should feel this too.<br />And here's to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hoping</span> that for anyone I know.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-64740940685873861972009-12-22T10:14:00.000-08:002009-12-22T10:27:46.781-08:00To cold to paddle.Well that is fine I need to be running anyway. What is also fine is that the solstice has just passed. More light, more sunshine pouring down on the earth to warm it back up. Though it is odd how sunlight and the seasons work. The hottest and coldest times always lag behind the simple number of daylight hours. I suppose my running is like that. For the past few years I have coasted on old fitness from 2006. but that is gone gone now. I really need to put a solid year of effort back into it to get myself where I want to be.<br />What I need to do is adopt a policy where I don't get to go paddling until I have run X amount that week or something like that. Maybe every 10 miles means I get to play on the water for a few hours or every 30 earns me a proper trip. this would work... you know if I stick to it... well time to go for another clunky calf deep crusty snow run.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-40397017424855630982009-12-10T11:00:00.000-08:002009-12-15T17:23:58.177-08:00Yet another reason why I am going to hellIf it exists, I am. Today's reason? While I was piddling around the house doing a little work this product concept pops into my head.<br />"Christ-ums"<br />with slogans like<br />"Christ-ums, savior flavored snacks!<br />Can't make it to mass? Or just hungry for a little taste of the lord?<br />Why open up a box of Christ-ums!"<br />and a few other ads popped into my head along those lines.<br /><br />Well, I can't help it... this is funny to me.<br /><br /> My Good Friend Doro also suggested Jezits.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-82842275457744412752009-12-01T06:26:00.001-08:002009-12-10T11:00:13.247-08:00Consequence free learning.I had a wonderful 5 and a half hour run down the lower green with my Jedi Master Doro. Nice easy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">consequence</span> free class 1's and 2's with long washouts after them. He is teaching me that you can become a total bad ass on whitewater without ever touching a class 4 or 5 rapid. And in fact that you really aught to be one before before you hit the big stuff.<br /><br />The basic concept is to do extremely difficult <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">maneuvers</span> better faster and quicker on small water. In fact that is how I managed to flip soul train for the first time. Of course, Justin won't teach me my roll until I am <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">proficient</span> at everything else so I had to eject and swim. For the last day in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">November</span> honestly it was not that bad. I DID have a semi dry top on that Justin let me borrow and that really helped matters. He also says, if you ain't swimming, you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ain't</span> trying. And that is valid. In fact, Justin swam shortly after pretending to use his paddle as a bazooka on the one decent surf wave on the lower green. Earlier he could be seen using his paddle as a helicopter blade stand in on a smaller wave. The concept of course is to illustrate that he is using his weight and balance to keep the boat on the wave rather than his paddle. Other possibilities are of course paddle guitar, the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Crucifixion</span>, The machine gun, the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">samurai</span>, etc. He was pushing me to find out what would happen if I stuck my bow into the top of the wave... I had already swam once that day and really didn't feel like initiating a bow stall in a boat not really made for it. Never mind that even if I was in a boat made for it I would still not know what to do about it.<br />I ain't <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">trying</span> to swim in January or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">February</span> without some decent gear. That being said, x mas should bring me enough goodies to manage messing around on the French Broad soon enough.<br />Today it is cold and the water is high... so, no fun today.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-51124931607386080902009-11-28T15:48:00.001-08:002009-11-29T06:30:36.389-08:00Turning into Don Cornelius<a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x48f04_soul-train-intro-1982_music">Friggen Awesome.</a> I hope anyone who reads this also clicks on that to see the full glory that was the thing that always pissed us off as kids because it signaled the end of Saturday morning cartoons as it typically aired at 12 or so on Saturdays before college football came on.<br /><br />Ah, but I digress (whats new?), back to Don. My Boat "The Soul Train" I first considered to be long and unwieldy. And, It's true to a minor extent. The Contour of the Animas's hull certainly does not contribute to it tracking straight, however, that curve will also make it easier for me to roll so.... what evs. A few weeks back Justin and I went out and got her in some class II borderline III water for the first time. More importantly he spent a lot of time working my total lack of technique. I have been back out alone 3 times since on relatively flat water to practice. But I really hadn't felt any huge break through until today when stuff finally started to click. The effective pulling force of my strokes has probably gone up %50 and the work load on my arms has been cut in half. I was twisting and dancing with the water. I had my shuffle in my head and I was making my own little music videos. Good paddling is smooth and looks effortless. JUST LIKE DON CORNELIOUS! Spooner likens it to calligraphy, it's a great analogy really. Now the ultimate thing would be if Don Cornelious was highly trained in Calligraphy...<br />Today The Bent Creek section of the French Broad was running about 2400 or so and the water is REALLY starting to clear up. You can see about three feet into it. Which is rare for a flow rate this high. There is a river wide ledge that is about a foot and a half tall. The geologic feature makes two small standing waves that are each about 20 feet wide and are separated by a 10 foot wide flume of fast smooth water that rolls but does not crest. As I spawned upstream I noticed that my improvement in technique was really shooting Soul Train up the river with not much effort at all. I then Eddied out below the aforementioned ledge and started poking the bow of the boat into the froth. The wave was kind and I slipped in to some tentative surfing. I probably spent 10 minutes just sliding about on both sides of this baby rapid and had surprisingly little trouble crossing the flume as it too was kind of surfable, or could at least be *treated* that way. The afternoon sun shone into the submerged rock ledge and you could see large particles of sand and tiny pebbles spinning wildly in the hydraulic of the rapid. I could see how the presence of my bow was altering the flow in these undercut regions by the dancing of the pebbles. I was rapidly getting comfortable with the surfing so It was ok to watch the sand dance and just feel the boat move and respond with a lean or a quick push or pull of the paddle to stay in the sweet spot. Then I moved into the flume and calmly attained the next calm water 50 yards upstream, a few weeks ago I probably could not have done this at all, and If I had it would have taken a lot of frantic thrashing arm draining strokes. A feeling of pleased surprise washed over me as a Micheal Franti Song came on the Shuffle.<br />A Little further upriver a larger set of riverwide rocks that are bigger and less uniform create a wider variety and size of surfable waves. I just whip over there and start sticking my nose into all of them moving at will from eddy to eddy including tiny ones that I would not have caught even a week ago. I spend a full 30 minutes playing around on these waves and then head back down stream as I need to get a little 30 minute jog in on the trails before dark. As I return to the easier ledge wave I giggle at how much easier it now is. I paddled straight into it and started surfing with much more understanding of what was going on and what to do. The same held for the other even smaller waves that put me on edge a week ago. <span style="color:#33ccff;">Smooth, easy, stylish</span>. <span style="color:#ff0000;">That is How Don Does it</span>. And the more I learn the more I know that it isn't Soul Train that is hard to handle. Rather, it was and is operator ignorance. But man does it feel good to keep learning the subtle little things that make the boat do what I want faster and more artfully.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-20931898192177612012009-11-22T11:25:00.000-08:002010-02-22T23:18:36.939-08:00I have nothing to say, and, I, am, saying it.John Cage you strange strange man...<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HypmW4Yd7SY">4:33 for your listening pleasure.</a> What-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">tha</span>-F$%#-ever. I personally would see fit to summon a thunderous fart 69 seconds into this "song".<br />Oh and look here, you can <a href="http://www.sheetmusicplus.com/look_inside/1008430/image/33">BUY the sheet music </a>for this if you really want to play it.<br /><br />Anyway, it's true. Life has rocked along at a steady clip with no real "news" to report. I am getting myself on the water a lot in my kayak that I have dubbed "Soul Train". My buddy Justin has been kind enough to take me under his wing to teach me what I will need to handle a kayak properly. Side note, many of the ladies have dubbed Justin and I a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">bromance</span>.<br />1. They just <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">hatin</span>' cause they jealous.<br />2. yeah, it is. I do enjoy acting like a smart ass and punishing my liver with this cat. We pretty much grew up doing the same stuff. He is definitely "my people" <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Spooner</span> called that one.<br /><br />Just started running a bit as the fall soccer season grinds to a halt. Nothing on the lady front. Work is busy as ever. When I see folks I have not seen in months I really have almost nothing interesting (and factual) to tell them.<br />I have two and a half hours to kill before the soggy and cold regular season finale of Jack of the Wood <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">FC</span>... a rough season by any metric. And I can say with a high degree of confidence that our sister team, Green Man <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Untd</span>. is going to hand us our asses in clean neat deli thin slices. But whatever, I like playing for Jack of the Wood. They are my peeps. I don't care to whore myself out to a winning team full of strangers. I played my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">uber</span> successful <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">futball</span> from age 6 at glen <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">arden</span> elementary all the way to state finals my senior year in high school. Winning was expected. Here its a blessing. Just balancing karma I '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">supose</span>.<br /><br />So what is this post REALLY about?<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Quizzo</span> team names.<br />first, I must say that we have pulled second place 2 weeks running now and that really helps make the drinking cost less. BUT for the last 3 months I have made a conscious commitment to come up with team names in efforts to win free pitchers of beer. It's been going well.<br />I am going to try and go back and think of some of these names.<br /><br />reaching way back, there was "The University of Michigan Center of Excellence" when <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">ASU</span> upset Michigan in football.<br />Jane Carter has one of my all time favorites with "If Clinton didn't inhale then how did he come to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Asheville</span> High?"<br />And I think <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Spooner</span> used something her ?brother? said which was, "It's all fun and games until someone soils the yoga mat."<br />some of my recent gems are.<br /><br />Show me on the Doll where the stock market touched you.<br />Obama supports big girls, initiates the cash for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">chunkers</span> program.<br />What we have here is a failure to Co-masturbate (you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">nazi</span>)<br />In a perfect world she would have stuffed the tennis balls down <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">kanye's</span> throat.<br />NASA adopts hit it and quit it policy with the moon.<br />Summers Eve to Sponsor Next Moon mission<br /><br />And I am starting a stock pile of non-secs (for when nothing fun happens in the news)<br />Quiz me in the morning and just walk away.<br />Pearls of wisdom strung smartly into a necklace for you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">muh</span> lady.<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">Spooners</span> "No means Yes, Yes means Harder"<br />Don't Post Porn Joy, Unless she says "It's OK"<br /><br />and there are others... I think of them and then they float off into the ether, but no more because I will just update this post and drop them here.<br />Since the post, 5 additions.<br /><br />"Every Kiss Begins with Kay, and some Kisses end in KY"<br />"Four Calling Girls, three french tarts, two skanky hos and Tiger is really sorry."<br />"The worst white thing to hit the eastern seaboard since the pilgrims"<br />"Toyota: Moving Forward, Whether you like it or not."- Spooner finished this team name after I popped the first part.<br />Spooner alone gave us.<br />"Obama White house New Yorker and the Economist Mag subscriptions, still trying to cancel Bush's highlites subscriptions."<br />"UNC Poised to win Gold in Mens Downhill in Mens Downhill Basketball."<br /><br />Now team name winners, retired into the HOF.<br /><br />"Smarty Pant Sweater" (Pronounced Smarty Pants Wetter)Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-37606421370472918842009-10-01T16:15:00.000-07:002009-10-01T16:35:57.144-07:00Gay guys have it madeWell, I mean there are down sides to it due to rednecks and other sorts of right wingers. But what I saw today was pretty funny. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">boyleston</span> highway bridge park has a boat launch and some picnic tables. It's rather unremarkable. My Dad and I usually put in there when we float trip in the mad river canoe and fish for small mouth bass down to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">glenn</span> bridge road or bent creek if we want to a. catch more fish and b. drink more beer.<br /> Anyway, There are always guys hanging out in their cars or trucks down there... My dad joked that it was guys hooking up. I was like "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">enh</span> whatever". But today when I went there to take my kayak out for my first time I paddled up and down that section of the river and noticed ALL the dudes just hanging out in their cars. One would get out and walk into the woods, then another would go. Then they would come back out a few minutes apart, but it was always two guys. And there were more of them that started showing up just after 5. Big burly redneck dudes, old guys, younger guys. Some kind of sex collective, brilliant actually. I mean think about it, had a bad day at work? Just go get some. Straight people don't get to do that... or at least I don't know where to go for it... Well anyway. I am sure that might lead to some nasty diseases. Other than that it seems like a great thing. To bad I am just not into dudes.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-60142750032376614342009-09-21T23:31:00.000-07:002009-11-22T12:55:38.591-08:00I love my friendsThe reason I know they are my friends is that they all want the best for me. I am crazy, everyone knows this. I am also an athlete, a survivor, a quick study, a high school record holder as a swimmer. I am a kid who played in water, loved it, respected it, and watched it move for as long as I can remember. I take it all into account when I figure out what I want to do. And when you go to do something crazy, ALL the people who really love you come forward and either offer opinions or straight up tell you what to do. The same sort of thing happened when I launched my own business. It is going wonderfully, and I am so happy that I have found a way to make my parents happy. Honestly it means more to me than making a decent living and slowly earning "freedom". I was always the kid that they feared for, not because I simply had no mental artillery, but because sometimes, I just skipped out on target practice so to speak. :-) My parents, Mom especially, had to suffer the anguish of watching what she is convinced is a super smart kid not achieve some great purpose in life. That annoyed me from age 5 to age 21. Then, I had to admit that I felt me same for my own daughter who has limitless potential as far as I can tell. I want so badly for her to be happy. I don't care how she does it but I want it for her more than anything. I don't care what she does, I just want her to have good life according to her. I'd like to think that my mom has less stress now because she knows I am happy. I love my job, I love my life. The route by which I came to here is a rocky one, but I am here. And I will keep doing what I do here living the life that has worked for me so far.<br /><br />I am a hippy, kinda, I am not really driven, but I can be inspired. I am the only person in my family that does not have a masters degree, and in no uncertain terms I can tell that I'd rather eat excrement and die before going back to "formal" school. School and I do not agree. As you all know, I do what I do. I have just always lived, because that is what I do. I love life, and sometimes doing seemingly crazy stuff is a way to celebrate that.<br /><br />My daughter, my parents, my siblings, my friends, you all mean a lot to me, damn near everything in fact, and you always will. I'm going to have a pow wow tomorrow with some folks whose opinions and knowledge I have come to value. Then, we shall see. But I will make a decision based on the odds as I see them at that time. I think I have a pretty good handle on the consequences of falling out at the top of the series of rapids above big pillow, ledges or the top of frank bells. It is something I don't want to do, in fact, I don't want to fall out tomorrow at all if I go. There is no place at all minus maybe windy flats or the bottom of frank bells where a swim is no big deal... I have been told full well by folks that KNOW what they are talking about that a river in flood stage can mean death because of the way the water moves a layer or two down. Like a rip tide but with a chemical imbalance like Jack from the shining. I get it.<br />I love living, I plan of doing a lot more of it for years and years. But I am not going to refuse to live at any point in time if I think that something that is going on "insane" but probably something you could live through if you go. My dad talks about the Gauley as a "bucket list" item. My sister has already done it. Well, I want to see the french broad raging. If things look good when I wake (by this I mean a big group with lots of guides and people I trust in a large group...) well, maybe we put in.<br /><br />Nov. 21st, 2009 update. Um, we did not. it was like 16000 cfs or something insane like that. A few days later we did rock it out at 6-7000 somewhere in there. That was way fun. I still want to see 10000 some day, but no more than that.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-70330925198092725692009-09-11T18:48:00.000-07:002009-09-12T19:13:44.583-07:00Dear God how I MISS IT!At this very moment, 12 of my friends are in two vans somewhere between Blowing Rock and Spruce Pine. They are this year's incarnation of Norm's Maggots. A most dominating force in the South East Running Relay world. I cut my teeth back in 2004 at Hood To Coast Relay and continued that trend with an Asheville (basically Norm's Maggots) relay team called the Evil Doers for 2004, 2005 and 2006. "Evil Doers" was a clear poke at G. W. Bushes BS. Anyway, the tiny town of Asheville would scrape together 9-12 local runners, go out to Portland Oregon and stack up against the best teams of runners throughout the USA and typically come in top 40 and as high as 19th (out of 1000+ teams mind you). Not too shabby for a little city that isn't even in the top 200 cities in the US by population, and I daresay probably not in the top 300. The final year, 2006, I served as Captain and created a true Coed Team. We always wanted one, but never had enough girls. There are all sorts of divisions, "open" (people of any age) Coed (must have 6 women minimum) submasters (all runners 30 or over) When I was 29 I was the lone reason that we did not win a top six award in "submasters". We always ran as "open" But had women, and 40 year olds and all sorts of people. Anyway, Norms Maggots finally won 6th in the coed division in 2006 when I was captain... But the drama that surrounded me being captain made all of that a phyrric victory. I have to blame most of it on my ex girl friend and a guy on our team. It took a lot of composure to survive that weekend. I did manage to have fun though. That is what matters, that and getting the first medal for an Asheville Hood to Coast team was nice as well. It was funny, we all partied so hard that the next day, only myself and my ex girlfriend stumbled down to the shoreline to collect our awards. Me... in a <span style="color:#ff6666;">Hot pink Mohawk</span> that I fashioned just for the relay... Jesus I was a cocky badass that year... But I had my reasons.<br /><br />Let me back up a minute. Every Tuesday, Norman Blair, Owner of Jus' Running and "lifer" in the sport or "activity" of running has been hosting a Tuesday track workout. Norm Has run over well over 100,000 miles in his life, and might hit 200,000 before it's all over. In his younger years he did things that few humans ever will in terms of running. He is truly an amazing person, but he isn't going to tell you about it unless you force him to. Anyway, he is a great guy, with a huge heart. Both Physically and metaphorically, so go get some shoes or gear from his shop. SERIOUSLY.<br /><br />Back to the story, the Maggot workout leaves from the Shop on Merrimon ave. and a mile and a half later you find yourself at UNCA's track where you may do two more laps if you like to round it up to 2 miles even. At that point you are given "the workout" which is usually 6000-6400 meters of run like hell interspersed with 2000-2500 worth of stumble jog suck wind and get ready to run like hell again. Then, you get to haul your broken and tired body back to Jus' Running a mile and a half away. It is nasty, it is <span style="color:#cc0000;">hell on earth</span>, it is typically the hardest workout you will do all week. And for folks who don't ever do track workouts, or do them alone without the eyes, legs and lungs of your peers to press you onward, it's harder than anything you have ever done save an actual race where you leave it ALL out there. Anyway, if you want to become a "serious" runner, Norm's Maggots is the best way in town for you to make that happen. It's got something for everyone, from the newbie trying to go from a 30:00 down to a 25:00 5K all the way to crazy fast folks trying to go under 14:00 for a 5K. The only groups this thing does not service is world class Olympic athletes and folks more than 50 pounds overweight... But all the way up to AND including semi pro folks who do show up at races and win decent money... Yup, this one's for you.<br />I LOVE running relays. They are, in my opinion, the most amazing thing that you can do as runner. Individual races are fine, I have done the Boston Marathon... it's cool, I LOVE shut in ridge Trail Run, It is so challenging and visually stunning. But nothing beats these relays that are roughly 200 miles long and use 12 folks. The format is simple, there are 36 legs, you go in order. If you have 12 folks, god bless you, each person runs 3 times. Hood to Coast Relay is 197 miles or so, If you don't have 12... well, everybody just runs more. H2C starts at Mount hood and goes, you guessed it, to Seaside Oregon. Do the math, and as you can see, each person on a "full" team is facing an average of 16.5 miles each. Some get a little more, some a little less. Anyway, you arrange your team according to the abilities that they have. I am a sprinter and a downhill runner... I personally got to run down mount hood twice. Which I count as an honor and a badge of courage, because it does destroy your legs. One time, we wound up with 10 folks and injuries setting in on others. I ran 4 times and polished off 23 miles I think. It was painful, I was not particularly fit for that one. In fact, 2006 was the only time that I was really fit.<br />I will go back and run hood to coast again, I swear it. It is really fun, and a great experience. When? who knows, but I will. Those races taught me how to survive running hard 3 times within 24 hours.<br />Now then, back to my 12 sweaty, tired, aching friends winding through the mountains of western North Carolina in the pitch black.... Back in 2005 the blue ridge relay was started. 10 teams came together and participated. H2C is always the week before labor day, BRR is always the week after it. I had just killed myself in H2C and was not going to do the BRR just two weeks after (though some maggots actually do this some times). Norm's Maggots won the first year and beat the other 9 teams. They ran a crazy 208 hilly miles through a much rougher course than hood to coast. In 2006 I once again said, no I am running Hood to Coast and must pass on the dreaded double. Then in 2007 while launching my own business I proceeded to get totally out of shape. The Maggots had won again in 2006 and were looking to defend the title. I was out on a date on Thursday night and I was... to be honest, getting drunk and enjoying the company of a young woman. Gary, the Captain of the Maggots called me with a situation. They were two runners short and he was looking for someone to fill the gap. I told him the following.<br />1. I WAS getting drunk,<br />2. I was going to have a lot of "relations" that night and would not get much sleep.<br />3. Yes I would be there at 8:00am on Friday morning and be ready to roll but I wouldn't be worth much.<br /><br />I woke up that morning and dropped the young lady off at her dorm room... um yes... and then I went to CSV and got " the essentials" that I did not have. Those were as follows.<br />1. immodium. (you just need it for this kind of relay)<br />2. Duct tape ( for your feet if anything goes wrong)<br />3. String cheese<br />4. Tums.<br /><br />I already had "endurolytes" which are salt pills. You take those and drink a lot of water to fix the hang over and it's nasty effects on the body and also it helps from leg to leg during the race.<br />So, I turn up at home trust bank all disheveled and post hook up at 8am... And I ask the "rookies" on the teams if they have the essential items and list them... oh it was sooooo cute, they are looking at me like I am crazy. Before it was all over, they all needed these items (and it was not pretty sometimes). Anyway, I ran myself sober during the 2007 relay, we won again. 2008, I was put out of commission by an injury but toed the line with my Maggots woefully out of shape. I ran smart and did my little part, but the team was uber stacked and we ran away from the competition again and smashed our own record by almost an hour . In 2007, with only 11 runners I helped keep other folks from suffering the 4th leg agony but didn't make us faster. In 2008, to be honest, they would have ran faster if there were only 11 and left me at home, but the 12 is a nice team concept. And I KNOW how to do these sort of relays. I was there for my knowledge, not my legs.<br />That brings us to right now. For some reason, People scheduled Asheville Half Marathon a week early, and thus it went to the same weekend as the BRR. Asheville Half is one of my biggest races of the year. I simply can't walk away from it and what it means to my business. This meant that, for the first time since 2003 I could not do a running relay.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">I ache for it.</span><br /><br /><br />Hauling ass through the night, no noise except for the slap of your feet against the road, your breath visible in the head light in front of you. Just pounding forward, Scared for your team, running for the record, grinding your flesh in carefully and painfully measured portions into the all important clock, running to keep your team ahead of the team that is there to challenge you (because in Blue Ridge Relay, there is always at least one) Then after the painful lonely unknown, a light ahead, the exchange point, you lift your knees and heels and drive the whole suffering mass of one leg down and one leg to go homeward, screaming "MAGGOT!!!!!" at the top of your overdrawn lungs to let your team mates know that the Maggots relay is coming and it's time to send another of your 11 friends tearing up the road in their quest for the team's greatness.<br />At 8:00 tonight I called Matt Roane, one of the team members to get an update, the first van ran smart and was 2 minutes behind team Mizuno, this years big threat. Team Mizuno= a super star team of guys from all over the southeast trying to be the first team other than Norm's Maggots to take the Blue Ridge Relay, which has now grown to over 100 teams. The second van took over and extended a 10 minute lead over team Mizuno. Word is one of team Mizuno became injured or is getting Ill. The Maggots are weathering well.<br />Obviously, I hope my maggots all ran smart and persist through the night. Trials of Miles and Miles of Trials, not to mention trying to not get lost in the dark. I just wish I was there... Oh well, back to work.<br />I made a silly video of last years race from the Maggot point of view. Well OK, the Prancer Maggot point of view. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPG6mcZmqzQ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPG6mcZmqzQ</a><br /><br />Hopefully The Maggots Defend the title... Either way the relay record is going to fall. I give it a 98% chance of this happening. The record pace is a blistering 6:19 per mile over hills and some gravel, it's not all paved. Some of the mountain passes are a pain to walk never mind run. That was good for 21 hours and 53 minutes...<br />This is an edit to last nights post.<br />The Maggots did defend the title. They did so despite a wrong turn that cost 10-13 minutes and then a train that cost them more time (can't cross the tracks till the train passes). Despite all that, they still beat the record from last year. Team Mizuno put up a hell of a fight, I didn't hear the official time they ran but i may well have been within last years record. They had the lead at times but were eventually vanquished by the disciplined and methodical hammering acceleration that only a seasoned Maggot team can administer.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-16655908378186824702009-08-31T00:47:00.000-07:002009-08-31T00:52:56.585-07:00Random ThoughtSpindley elderly man well dressed with good hair cut stumbling drunk= Hilarious.<br />Spindley elderly man in threadbare clothes with unkempt hair stumbling drunk= Sad<br /><br />nearly impossible to disagree with this i think... why, a more complicated question.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-44068766553867680332009-07-31T17:49:00.000-07:002009-07-31T18:52:46.889-07:00What this blog is actually for.Yup... my friends who care to view it, which isn't many as best I can tell, but if they want to know what is going on with me, I live my life straight up, my regrets are few. My musings on life are a way to work things out to myself. It's also a way that I can have a look back see what I was doing or feeling at a certain time. Yup friends and neighbors, come on in and have a look. But as far as I can tell, there are not a lot of people wandering into this corner of cyber space. One time, a while back, when the crazy old redneck swung an axe at me, I threw it out on Face book that people should read this story, and if you don't know it, let me now link that back, especially since that other biker recently was SHOT at here in Asheville. The bullet cracked the mans helmet, literally an inch from death. The circumstances around that one are totally insane.<br />Anywho<br /><br /><a href="http://ivejuststoppedbeingsurprisedanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/mess-with-bull.html">http://ivejuststoppedbeingsurprisedanymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/mess-with-bull.html</a><br /><br />for that little trip down my memory lack of bike lane. <br />Other than that, I don't call attention to my blog, never have, never will. Also if there is something the least bit sensitive, names are left off. So, yup, this blog is for me. I look back and see what I have going on, what I was thinking, what ever. But it won't ever be a place for me to bash specific people at specific times in plain print, well, not people I know personally. Presidents, red necks with axes, people in the news, sure. If I have taken the time to get to know someone, I do care about them. I don't mean them harm.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-47326435387152906652009-07-30T07:46:00.000-07:002009-07-30T08:29:40.082-07:00When you are indifferentWell, I am in a really laid back state of mind these days. I started to get into a relationship, and then I just kinda lolly gagged around and that ran her off. I just wanted to hang out and enjoy some womanly company, I wasn't trying to really make the relationship go anywhere yet, just let it breath. Meanwhile I think she was holding her breath. People are strange. All of us. I am, she is, everything is. I suppose when I stumble across somebody that I can't stand to not be around I suppose I'll put effort into it. I have done it before, I'll do it again. Some day. It's just not happening now. This last little thing was an exercise in indifference. Id like to think that if I do meet some one that I can't resist that I'll be able to summon up enough of what I just did to keep everyone in the right spot in terms of interest and power. A relationship is sustained in that way, both people staying interested, the give and take of control. And then people giving each other what they need, but not always. That is the fascinating thing about human nature.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-61986903918197620032009-07-10T11:34:00.000-07:002009-07-10T11:44:02.884-07:00Crazy little lifeAs I sit here and ponder what I am going to do with myself this weekend I am quite happy. I have these cool additions to my life and while Asheville Triathlon is bearing down on me I feel like I am a little bit ahead of where I was last year. Hopefully I can get some sleep in the days and hours leading up to it. Food is taken care of, awards and shirts are coming together, All I need to do is the normal pre-triathlon "stuff" at this point. I might even have some time to relax and breath a bit. My new hobby of getting on the river is something that I am about to go do again this afternoon. Since I basically refuse to get into a gym I must paddle to work my arms out. A little run in bent creek and then some flat water paddling upstream until my arms fall off and then just turn around and come back. good times, good times.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-39474679379248854122009-06-18T07:03:00.000-07:002009-06-18T07:21:07.283-07:00why now?I am busy as hell and have to get out of town... Historic <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Badin</span> Triathlon... I am "the dude" and I must abide everything for the next 72 hours... it's gonna be crazy.<br />Anyway, I can't get this out of my head. New and inexplicable dress up party themes. New options in case the old classics, School girls and Professors, Tarts and Vicars etc. prove mundane.<br /><br /><br />1. Construction workers and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Geishas</span><br />2. Primates and Accountants<br />3. Hookers and stuffed animals<br />4. Aliens and Vikings<br />5. Terrorist and Celery<br />6. Surfers and Serial Killers<br />7. Dictators and Smurfs<br />8. Circus characters and Family Circus Characters<br />9. Sex change patients and Star Wars Characters<br />10. Sushi and Illegal substances<br /><br />These are parties that I would like to see pictures of.<br /><br />oh and to comment on the last post, still running solo and that is a good thing.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-89271553408486859512009-04-10T20:20:00.000-07:002009-04-10T20:27:29.733-07:00Look Homeward (beetchez)AS the weather warms, I am so very happy to roam around downtown and get into all sorts of trouble. If Asheville is the Paris of the south, then there can be little better than late spring in Asheville. I can tell it is going to be a fun summer. Nothing really deep to reflect on at this time. I am really happy to be single right now. This of course means that I will more than likely find myself in a relationship pretty soon. I have been single for a good long time now... and life never sits still, so I must assume that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">something</span> is on the horizon. Till then, long may I run.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-15424831216573418032009-03-26T18:12:00.000-07:002009-03-26T18:21:17.884-07:00Takes a lickAnd keeps on ticking. I finally feel that I kicked the core muscle pulls. It is time to round the corner. After several false starts back into running, I finally feel like this one is going to stick. running feels good, the legs are tired but they keep going. I can tell that I'll hit a big upswing in April. During that time, skinny boy is going to show up. It's really all I can think about right now. I need to be mindful and balance my life. Yoga needs to happen soon. I should not take this good luck and good health for granted. I also need to get some meditation in. I will need my mind and body to be tip top as summer comes on, my workload gets <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">heavier</span> and my running weekly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mileage</span> hits 90.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165779535011402643.post-67693023943766351732009-03-21T14:36:00.000-07:002009-03-21T17:00:22.576-07:00Shadows to substantiateFor the first time since 2006 I raced locally. Last fall I did a race in complete anonymity down in Beaufort SC. It was a night time 5K and I ran a modest 19:19, I was 9th of 200. Dead flat short races are my forte however, downhills? even better. A hilly 12K on trails is far more challenging for my skill set.<br /><br />I became hurt playing soccer (again) after that race and had to shut down till January. I have done a few races in the past few years, the Blue ridge Relay twice... playing the role of the fat kid on a winning relay. I am now in better shape than I was for anything since 2006 but that is not saying much. Starting in July of 2006 I went on a tear PR'ing every distance from the 800 meters out to the marathon.<br />That man, is a shadow of my current self. He weighed 157 pounds, had a resting heart rate of 34, and ran 90 miles a week and did the occasional bike ride as well. That man would have completed today's 12k in 48 minutes or less. This man, the 180 pound 45 mile a week guy, ran it in the upper part of 55 minutes. There were 207 people racing. This man was 29th, that man would have been top 10 easy. This past few weeks I have started to build into the 40 mile a week range, it is just enough to start the transition. Muscle for fat. It causes my weight to drift subtly downward if at all but there is the blessed trade off. More power, less weight. My belt buckle comes in another notch every few weeks, easy runs are fun, faster and take less effort. The Engine is sputtering to life. Actually as my friend Jay Curwen might put it, the <span style="color:#ff6600;">furnace</span> is lit. And if the <span style="color:#ff0000;">Furnace</span> is hot enough, anything will burn, sugar, fat, everything. Beer, Pizza, ice cream, whatever. Once I get above 60 miles a week, caloric intake is a concern only insofar as I must eat to fuel the effort. Hungry? then eat, eat till it hurts, I'll need to.<br />It was a simple and humble beginning, 77 minutes of jogging during the first week of January. This week I am looking at 340 minutes which included my first track workout since 2006 and a tough but fun race.<br />That is about halfway for this portion of the plan. by June 600 minute weeks are planned, and by then, speed and fitness should see all runs paced at 8 minutes per mile or below. Today's pace during the race was 7:29 per mile. Which is the pace I will be training at for rolling hill trail runs this summer.<br />Why? I love the way it feels to be able to run that fast on basically no effort.Doughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17508637541146807554noreply@blogger.com0