Ok, ate too much at Christmas, felt sluggish and unmotivated for the training ride, but, the little tags with the names on it hanging on my handle bars moves me to action. I can goof off, I can lay around, I can avoid the pain the miles bring to my arthritic neck, my creaky knees, my underhydrated muscles. They can't.
I do the ride. It's cold, it's windy, I am a wimp. 34.97 miles, 2:38:04:08
Yesterday, I'm under the gun, time wise. Up at 5:30, read the news, hat up, head out.
3.24 miles in the Brits, 35:23:51
What's gonna kill me? I notice a Civic two lanes over from me slide to a halt 1/4 into the intersection on a red. Makes me wonder what the driver was up to. I ride next to him to the next stop.
Oh, breakfast on a plate. Probably didn't notice the yellow or the red on the last light for having to fork a hunk of sausage into his maw.
Bother.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Wind, Rain, Floods
Southern California just isn't a rain friendly place.
Up north, if you didn't want to ride in the rain, you didn't ride. Here, geography rules the day.
Only got 41 miles in. The gullies were flooded (interesting CALTRANS strategy, allow passage into the flooded area, but not out - or one way open, the other way blocked. Anyway, it cut down the ridable trail. And with the maniacs skidding all over the place on the real road, I played it safe.
41.21 3:15:06:90
What's going to kill me: Approaching an intersection riding next to a "Tokyo Burn" Full Race Huyndai, the light ahead goes yellow. I slow to a stop, the pocket racer next to me floors it, hits the intersection as the light turns red. A bike on the other side, anxious to avoid the traffic accelerates at the green.....
Coulda been ugly, but the biker was skilled, avoided the maniac - this time. Yellow means stop if you can, not speed up and kill someone coming from the other way.
Up north, if you didn't want to ride in the rain, you didn't ride. Here, geography rules the day.
Only got 41 miles in. The gullies were flooded (interesting CALTRANS strategy, allow passage into the flooded area, but not out - or one way open, the other way blocked. Anyway, it cut down the ridable trail. And with the maniacs skidding all over the place on the real road, I played it safe.
41.21 3:15:06:90
What's going to kill me: Approaching an intersection riding next to a "Tokyo Burn" Full Race Huyndai, the light ahead goes yellow. I slow to a stop, the pocket racer next to me floors it, hits the intersection as the light turns red. A bike on the other side, anxious to avoid the traffic accelerates at the green.....
Coulda been ugly, but the biker was skilled, avoided the maniac - this time. Yellow means stop if you can, not speed up and kill someone coming from the other way.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Things That Will Kill Me
Are your words so important that you must text while driving? Is there such urgency that it can't wait for more sedate times?
Only one little lady in a red VW Beetle bobbling just a bit in her lane because a cell porn convo was more important than whether I might be passing her.
Sheesh.
Hill climb on Thursday.
13.98 miles 1:15.02
Only one little lady in a red VW Beetle bobbling just a bit in her lane because a cell porn convo was more important than whether I might be passing her.
Sheesh.
Hill climb on Thursday.
13.98 miles 1:15.02
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Murders, Homeless People, & Near Death
The weather here has been wetter than people think it should be. It doesn't stop some of them from driving at the same breakneck speed they do when an accident some where up stream gives them clear sailing from a down stream on ramp.
Riding the Harley in such weather scares the hell out of the women in my life (my wife, daughters-in-law, co-workers, my boss - she ordered me not to ride the Harley! Ha!) but adds a bit of excitement to what is an otherwise mundane day. It's just the spray, the rain, the fog, the old eyes, makes it a real challenge to avoid the murderous assaults by the caged drivers. Lucky thing my rain suit is bright canary yellow...
One thing about the nasty weather is it stirs up the crows. While most time times there's a lookout crow and an occasional cohort in the area, when it's stormy the murders gather and turn the sky into black winged chaos as they look for a group home or something. It's a sight, one of God's little presents for us if we but look.
Last Wednesday the Lovely and Talented Miss Dorothy volunteered us to muster at the Anaheim National Guard Armory to feed the cold and hungry homeless. To call them derelicts might be unfair, but the social workers who minister to them say there are few sober ones among them. Many of the women had children, young and old enough to at least work in a burger joint. What was disturbing was how they all knew exactly what the routine was.....
The experience wasn't without, ah, reward. Both Miss Dorothy and I came down with what must have been food poisoning, and malady I wish on no one. I know what "deathly ill" means. Though we didn't partake of any food (they get food from the prison!) something there made us sick, from which I have yet to recover.
Today's ride, a muddy, windy 'sprint' up the hills.
13.97 miles 1:24:13:33
Riding the Harley in such weather scares the hell out of the women in my life (my wife, daughters-in-law, co-workers, my boss - she ordered me not to ride the Harley! Ha!) but adds a bit of excitement to what is an otherwise mundane day. It's just the spray, the rain, the fog, the old eyes, makes it a real challenge to avoid the murderous assaults by the caged drivers. Lucky thing my rain suit is bright canary yellow...
One thing about the nasty weather is it stirs up the crows. While most time times there's a lookout crow and an occasional cohort in the area, when it's stormy the murders gather and turn the sky into black winged chaos as they look for a group home or something. It's a sight, one of God's little presents for us if we but look.
Last Wednesday the Lovely and Talented Miss Dorothy volunteered us to muster at the Anaheim National Guard Armory to feed the cold and hungry homeless. To call them derelicts might be unfair, but the social workers who minister to them say there are few sober ones among them. Many of the women had children, young and old enough to at least work in a burger joint. What was disturbing was how they all knew exactly what the routine was.....
The experience wasn't without, ah, reward. Both Miss Dorothy and I came down with what must have been food poisoning, and malady I wish on no one. I know what "deathly ill" means. Though we didn't partake of any food (they get food from the prison!) something there made us sick, from which I have yet to recover.
Today's ride, a muddy, windy 'sprint' up the hills.
13.97 miles 1:24:13:33
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Wednesday Pain & Pleasure
Long, fast (ok, fast is relative) ride. Knees started hurting about 3o miles, not good.
But a red tailed hawk decided to escort me along the creek. Maybe he thought I was food... Such things remind me that the rocks and mountains will shout His name, we just need to listen.
50.24 miles 3:34;36.60
But a red tailed hawk decided to escort me along the creek. Maybe he thought I was food... Such things remind me that the rocks and mountains will shout His name, we just need to listen.
50.24 miles 3:34;36.60
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Sunday Winded And What's Gonna Kill Me
Sunday's are a tough day for training. I should go to mass, I should do at least 25 miles, I have to go to work, peeps need new rides.
Sunday last, I failed all, but the last. I laced up The Brits and sped off for a 'fast' run.
3.71 miles on the muddy trail 34:35.77
What's gonna kill me? I ride a Harley, everyday, mostly. To and from work for sure, rain or shine. Occasionally the gracious, talented, and lovely Miss Dorothy gives me leave to do a ride with some cop and firemen bros of mine, but it's the commute down I-5 in South Orange County that gets my blood running, clears out my sinuses, and tests the old sphincter for Material Condition Zebra.
Today, I'm in lane 3, pacing traffic at around 70 -75, my exit's coming up, I check my six, check my right side, flip on the turn signal, start to ease over and a flash of something in the mirror catches my eye (it's my Angel, I know.....), I hold up for just a moment and a Yaris goes flying by on my right. I check to make sure it's not racing some other maniac before I fall in behind it and follow it off the freeway.
We get to the stop sign at the bottom of the off ramp, and I can see the driver, some fluffly headed twit holding her latte with one hand, the straw with the other, behind the wheel of the Yaris.
Thank God she was able to steer with her knees....
One of these days...
...something like that'll kill me.
Sunday last, I failed all, but the last. I laced up The Brits and sped off for a 'fast' run.
3.71 miles on the muddy trail 34:35.77
What's gonna kill me? I ride a Harley, everyday, mostly. To and from work for sure, rain or shine. Occasionally the gracious, talented, and lovely Miss Dorothy gives me leave to do a ride with some cop and firemen bros of mine, but it's the commute down I-5 in South Orange County that gets my blood running, clears out my sinuses, and tests the old sphincter for Material Condition Zebra.
Today, I'm in lane 3, pacing traffic at around 70 -75, my exit's coming up, I check my six, check my right side, flip on the turn signal, start to ease over and a flash of something in the mirror catches my eye (it's my Angel, I know.....), I hold up for just a moment and a Yaris goes flying by on my right. I check to make sure it's not racing some other maniac before I fall in behind it and follow it off the freeway.
We get to the stop sign at the bottom of the off ramp, and I can see the driver, some fluffly headed twit holding her latte with one hand, the straw with the other, behind the wheel of the Yaris.
Thank God she was able to steer with her knees....
One of these days...
...something like that'll kill me.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Wednesday Pain And Issues
Today wasn't a good ride.
It was dry, cold (for SoCal, but spring like for real locales) and windy. And, in my haste to set up the GPS, and prepare for the cold, I left my energy drink in the garage. A bad time to notice this oversight is 25 miles into a 50 mile trek.
Cold and dry sucks all the moisture out of your body, making a bonk much more likely. Worse, I didn't bring any cash.
OK, I survived without a bonk. But, I cut the ride short too. My lips are cracked, my skin chapped, my head hurting. All made lighter by the sighting of a herd of middle schoolers volksmarching down the trail with hand held bar bells swinging to and fro. They announced my passage by calling out and cheerily greeting me.
Very uplifting.
37.95 miles 2:44:08.14
I am a little stressed by developments in the Pres race.
Folks are getting on Mitt for his religeon. Why? Would it be ok to bash Sir Hillary's qualification to be president because she's a woman, or B Hussein Obama because he's black? We should debate their stands on the issues. If Mitt's position on something is based on his religeon, then let's debate the position, make him defend it. But, let's not exclude him because he's a Mormon.
It was dry, cold (for SoCal, but spring like for real locales) and windy. And, in my haste to set up the GPS, and prepare for the cold, I left my energy drink in the garage. A bad time to notice this oversight is 25 miles into a 50 mile trek.
Cold and dry sucks all the moisture out of your body, making a bonk much more likely. Worse, I didn't bring any cash.
OK, I survived without a bonk. But, I cut the ride short too. My lips are cracked, my skin chapped, my head hurting. All made lighter by the sighting of a herd of middle schoolers volksmarching down the trail with hand held bar bells swinging to and fro. They announced my passage by calling out and cheerily greeting me.
Very uplifting.
37.95 miles 2:44:08.14
I am a little stressed by developments in the Pres race.
Folks are getting on Mitt for his religeon. Why? Would it be ok to bash Sir Hillary's qualification to be president because she's a woman, or B Hussein Obama because he's black? We should debate their stands on the issues. If Mitt's position on something is based on his religeon, then let's debate the position, make him defend it. But, let's not exclude him because he's a Mormon.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Wind Sprints
Ugh, not much time today, no time for a big ride, so I laced up the Brit Army runners and headed out for some sprints.
The title of today's entry is wrong. It should be 'winded sprints'....
3.03 miles 34:12:70
The title of today's entry is wrong. It should be 'winded sprints'....
3.03 miles 34:12:70
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Thanksgiving Ride & Damned By Faint Praise
Today was a fast, mostly flat, mostly in the wind almost 50 miler.
49.08 miles 3:23:34
It gave me time to reflect on why I'm doing this. Am I an altruistic "do gooder" trying to change the world? Am I selflessly sacrificing my golden years for children, deceased relatives I never met or knew, distant kin of my children's friends?
You only have so much time to think about this, because after a while the effort of the ride consumes you, the iPod tunes become a distraction, and how far you've yet to go and where you are become major problems that make all other considerations fade to inconsequence.
I'll tell you, there's less altruism in this than meets the eye. As my friend Scott said, "What! The race is not till February? So this is just an excuse to ride..." Hmm, more truth in those words than in these: (From my daughter's blog - yep, "daughter")
I'm selfish.
With time and money; but mostly with money.
We work hard and live a comfortable life, but there have been times for both of us when life wasn't so comfortable.
Like when Scott first got out of the Marine Corps after Bird was born. A lot of our meals came from a local food bank. To say we lived paycheck to paycheck would be a lie. We lived on credit.
My wife has similar stories, mostly revolving around Her only sustinance coming from ramen noodles and bologna and the fact that She once needed financial help to get Her electricity back on.
That kind of struggle makes you never want to take being able to get by for granted. It also makes you sympathetic to people not there yet. At least to a degree, because you afterall fought your way out.
I think it would be accurate to say I feel possessive of what I have in the way of time, money, and health while at the same time knowing there are people out there I should be helping.
As a result, I have tried to always do "My Part".
I became a Civil Servant at the age of 18 and have contributed a portion of my salary every one of those nineteen years to various charities through the Combined Federal Campaign. My donations have gone to no-kill animal shelters, battered womens clinics, cancer research, housing for the needy, even low income day cares.
We have also given freely to church, even knowing doing so, or not doing so, doesn't really mean a thing.
Still, I could do more, which is just one of the reasons I feel like my daughter is such a gift to this world. She makes me want to do more, and even one person wanting to do more is still more.
Right?
Riding her bandwagon, I was full of hope as I went in search of people willing to donate to her cause. Who doesn't want to help feed the hungry, I thought, and with her young spirit behind it, everyone will back her.
But not everyone did.
In fact I had exactly two people in my office donate for a grand total of $10. TEN DOLLARS! Those two donations came after Bird's little "Please Sponsor Me" note sat around for a week AND we tried bribery by way of homemade cupcakes.
*Shaking Head*
Ams did slightly better at Her work, but I say slightly because we are still waiting for the American dollars from the Australian contributors.
Still, Bird raised $250 and was more than happy. I wish I could have said the same. Even as stingy as I can be when it comes to my hard earned money, I was, to say the least, disappointed. Not so mildly, I was pissed.
Fast forward to a request for donations from another Do Gooder close to my heart. You see, Bird takes after her grandfather in the Let's Try And Save The World department and I can safely say I have never met a man who is out there trying to raise money for so many people and so many causes as my father.
So we'd just bought the farm for [another one of] Bird's school fundraisers when his latest request came through.
Shoot, we hadn't even cashed the check he'd sent for Bird's Walk For Hunger. The donation we had to cover because his check was made out to Bird instead of the charity.
I also don't want to mention that it felt like we had JUST donated to my dads fundraising efforts for MS, but it feels like we had JUST donated to my dads fundraising efforts for MS.
To further prove my need for greed, let's talk about how expensive it is to cook a decent Thanksgiving dinner, or Bird's birthday a few weeks away, or Christmas, or the trip to Jersey we are taking to spend time with my in-laws, or our upcoming ski weekend with some of my wife's office-mates, or the cruise ....
Mentioning all that seems wrong so let me just say "we aren't made of money".
But here was another important cause. Another small request from a man with a promise to raise x amount of dollars. For that x, he will put his 61 year old body through extensive training. The extensive training he will need to in his own small way contribute. To help find a cure for the cancer that inflicts a little three year old boy he has never met. A cancer that killed the mother he has never known.
One person doing something, is still something, I tell myself again. Even if the something is only $5, which I manage to mutter behind clenched teeth as the memory of my two co-workers [from the agency I have worked for for eighteen years] hand over their 5 dollar "We'll Help Feed The Hungry" bills.
Maybe they were feeling like I did. Greedy and selfish and not wanting to give to another cause. With or without foot stomping involved.
In my own little effed up mind, I compromised.
"We're cutting up the 25 check y'all donated to Chloe's Walk for Hunger. Please consider it our contribution and good luck."
I know. I'm a shit.
Ever the salesman, my father accepts Bird's donation and askes what my wife and I will give.
Yes, he has a way.
After several frustrating email exchanges, he informs us he has donated $25 in all three of our names, out of his own pocket, as a "gift" to us.
"We're not made of money [either]" didn't look so pretty said back to me.
Still, I refused to be guilted. I'm stubborn as well as greedy, selfish and a crappy daughter.
Yet him saying he made donations in our names as a "gift" to us echoed in my dreams. I was hounded by nightmares of the people I love the most in this world being struck with one of the terrible blood cancers I refused to help find a cure for.
Riddled with guilt, I sent an email to everyone in my address book, which admittedly is very few, but happens to suite me just fine. Unfortunately as far as helping me help my dad goes, is not so fine.
My wife, struggling with Her own guilty demons, quickly sends a check for the $50 he donated in our names, and then emails everyone in Her address book.
Okay. We should feel better now. Right?
Then.
One of our closest and dearest friends responds to our request for moolah with heartbreaking news. Her father has just been diagnosed. He has cancer. One of the same cancers my dad is trying to raise money to find a cure for.
When Amber emails my dad to tell him about our friends dad, his response startles me awake, as if I was in a deep slumber.
I deleted his email as fast as I could, not wanting the words to burn my eyes as it had done my heart.
But it did.
"What is your friends dads name?" He asked. "I will add it to my handlebars because when I get tired and hurting from a climb, or a long stretch into a headwind, I look at Ryan, Natalie and Pat's name, and it reminds me that my "suffering" will end, theirs won't, unless a cure is found."
That my friends, is the deal.
http://www.active.com/donate/tntors/tntorsMThayer
BT
Friends, reflect on your blessings this Thanksgiving, we have so many, especially those of us with good health and wealth enough to provide us with food, water, and shelter.
49.08 miles 3:23:34
It gave me time to reflect on why I'm doing this. Am I an altruistic "do gooder" trying to change the world? Am I selflessly sacrificing my golden years for children, deceased relatives I never met or knew, distant kin of my children's friends?
You only have so much time to think about this, because after a while the effort of the ride consumes you, the iPod tunes become a distraction, and how far you've yet to go and where you are become major problems that make all other considerations fade to inconsequence.
I'll tell you, there's less altruism in this than meets the eye. As my friend Scott said, "What! The race is not till February? So this is just an excuse to ride..." Hmm, more truth in those words than in these: (From my daughter's blog - yep, "daughter")
With time and money; but mostly with money.
We work hard and live a comfortable life, but there have been times for both of us when life wasn't so comfortable.
Like when Scott first got out of the Marine Corps after Bird was born. A lot of our meals came from a local food bank. To say we lived paycheck to paycheck would be a lie. We lived on credit.
My wife has similar stories, mostly revolving around Her only sustinance coming from ramen noodles and bologna and the fact that She once needed financial help to get Her electricity back on.
That kind of struggle makes you never want to take being able to get by for granted. It also makes you sympathetic to people not there yet. At least to a degree, because you afterall fought your way out.
I think it would be accurate to say I feel possessive of what I have in the way of time, money, and health while at the same time knowing there are people out there I should be helping.
As a result, I have tried to always do "My Part".
I became a Civil Servant at the age of 18 and have contributed a portion of my salary every one of those nineteen years to various charities through the Combined Federal Campaign. My donations have gone to no-kill animal shelters, battered womens clinics, cancer research, housing for the needy, even low income day cares.
We have also given freely to church, even knowing doing so, or not doing so, doesn't really mean a thing.
Still, I could do more, which is just one of the reasons I feel like my daughter is such a gift to this world. She makes me want to do more, and even one person wanting to do more is still more.
Right?
Riding her bandwagon, I was full of hope as I went in search of people willing to donate to her cause. Who doesn't want to help feed the hungry, I thought, and with her young spirit behind it, everyone will back her.
But not everyone did.
In fact I had exactly two people in my office donate for a grand total of $10. TEN DOLLARS! Those two donations came after Bird's little "Please Sponsor Me" note sat around for a week AND we tried bribery by way of homemade cupcakes.
*Shaking Head*
Ams did slightly better at Her work, but I say slightly because we are still waiting for the American dollars from the Australian contributors.
Still, Bird raised $250 and was more than happy. I wish I could have said the same. Even as stingy as I can be when it comes to my hard earned money, I was, to say the least, disappointed. Not so mildly, I was pissed.
Fast forward to a request for donations from another Do Gooder close to my heart. You see, Bird takes after her grandfather in the Let's Try And Save The World department and I can safely say I have never met a man who is out there trying to raise money for so many people and so many causes as my father.
So we'd just bought the farm for [another one of] Bird's school fundraisers when his latest request came through.
Shoot, we hadn't even cashed the check he'd sent for Bird's Walk For Hunger. The donation we had to cover because his check was made out to Bird instead of the charity.
I also don't want to mention that it felt like we had JUST donated to my dads fundraising efforts for MS, but it feels like we had JUST donated to my dads fundraising efforts for MS.
To further prove my need for greed, let's talk about how expensive it is to cook a decent Thanksgiving dinner, or Bird's birthday a few weeks away, or Christmas, or the trip to Jersey we are taking to spend time with my in-laws, or our upcoming ski weekend with some of my wife's office-mates, or the cruise ....
Mentioning all that seems wrong so let me just say "we aren't made of money".
But here was another important cause. Another small request from a man with a promise to raise x amount of dollars. For that x, he will put his 61 year old body through extensive training. The extensive training he will need to in his own small way contribute. To help find a cure for the cancer that inflicts a little three year old boy he has never met. A cancer that killed the mother he has never known.
One person doing something, is still something, I tell myself again. Even if the something is only $5, which I manage to mutter behind clenched teeth as the memory of my two co-workers [from the agency I have worked for for eighteen years] hand over their 5 dollar "We'll Help Feed The Hungry" bills.
Maybe they were feeling like I did. Greedy and selfish and not wanting to give to another cause. With or without foot stomping involved.
In my own little effed up mind, I compromised.
"We're cutting up the 25 check y'all donated to Chloe's Walk for Hunger. Please consider it our contribution and good luck."
I know. I'm a shit.
Ever the salesman, my father accepts Bird's donation and askes what my wife and I will give.
Yes, he has a way.
After several frustrating email exchanges, he informs us he has donated $25 in all three of our names, out of his own pocket, as a "gift" to us.
"We're not made of money [either]" didn't look so pretty said back to me.
Still, I refused to be guilted. I'm stubborn as well as greedy, selfish and a crappy daughter.
Yet him saying he made donations in our names as a "gift" to us echoed in my dreams. I was hounded by nightmares of the people I love the most in this world being struck with one of the terrible blood cancers I refused to help find a cure for.
Riddled with guilt, I sent an email to everyone in my address book, which admittedly is very few, but happens to suite me just fine. Unfortunately as far as helping me help my dad goes, is not so fine.
My wife, struggling with Her own guilty demons, quickly sends a check for the $50 he donated in our names, and then emails everyone in Her address book.
Okay. We should feel better now. Right?
Then.
One of our closest and dearest friends responds to our request for moolah with heartbreaking news. Her father has just been diagnosed. He has cancer. One of the same cancers my dad is trying to raise money to find a cure for.
When Amber emails my dad to tell him about our friends dad, his response startles me awake, as if I was in a deep slumber.
I deleted his email as fast as I could, not wanting the words to burn my eyes as it had done my heart.
But it did.
"What is your friends dads name?" He asked. "I will add it to my handlebars because when I get tired and hurting from a climb, or a long stretch into a headwind, I look at Ryan, Natalie and Pat's name, and it reminds me that my "suffering" will end, theirs won't, unless a cure is found."
That my friends, is the deal.
http://www.active.com/donate/tntors/tnt
BT
Friends, reflect on your blessings this Thanksgiving, we have so many, especially those of us with good health and wealth enough to provide us with food, water, and shelter.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Sweet Tomorrows
Work interferred with my work out, but, in a way it's a metaphor.
The whirlwind that is life speeds by, the moments that define our memories seem so distant, yet so near, and when we see the moments that define others' lives, we have to pause. What could we do to make those moments as sweet as our own?
To steal a line from an old song, Dear Lord, show me the way.
The whirlwind that is life speeds by, the moments that define our memories seem so distant, yet so near, and when we see the moments that define others' lives, we have to pause. What could we do to make those moments as sweet as our own?
To steal a line from an old song, Dear Lord, show me the way.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Uphill Grind
And down hill into the wind.
Did the whole trail, from the house to the Golf Course, back to Crown Valley, and then out the Aliso Creek to Cooks corner. It was a quiet ride, not many folks out, but, the buggy brigade ladies and their dogs did take up the whole trail from port to starboard and couldn't figure out how to make a single file.
The high school had some class in gym clothes taking a leisurely stroll down the trail - sure hope it wasn't the track or cross country team, none of them were running. And, the landscape contractor was merrily watering the trail. Some of the water was actually watering plants, but the big truck that took up the whole trail was washing the trail with water.
What water crisis?
39.48 miles
2:42:13.85
Did the whole trail, from the house to the Golf Course, back to Crown Valley, and then out the Aliso Creek to Cooks corner. It was a quiet ride, not many folks out, but, the buggy brigade ladies and their dogs did take up the whole trail from port to starboard and couldn't figure out how to make a single file.
The high school had some class in gym clothes taking a leisurely stroll down the trail - sure hope it wasn't the track or cross country team, none of them were running. And, the landscape contractor was merrily watering the trail. Some of the water was actually watering plants, but the big truck that took up the whole trail was washing the trail with water.
What water crisis?
39.48 miles
2:42:13.85
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Saturday Morning Pain
Just to keep my perspective and to build a little more wind, I laced up my British Army Running Shoes and took off for a run in the hills, 'sprinting up (well what passes for sprinting at my stage of life and condition), and walking down.
Half way up the little notch that skiks Aliso Creek, I began to think, I'm 61 years old, is this really necessary? Well, no, but that's why it's important.
Today, my aching knees remind me why riding a bike is my choice for PT....
3.58 miles 36:14:47
Half way up the little notch that skiks Aliso Creek, I began to think, I'm 61 years old, is this really necessary? Well, no, but that's why it's important.
Today, my aching knees remind me why riding a bike is my choice for PT....
3.58 miles 36:14:47
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Thursday Morning Flat Out
Today's ride, my house to the Aliso Creek Golf Course on the Aliso Creek Trail. Headwinds make the ride down tougher than the uphill ride back.
Caught a big red coyote hunting for ground squirrels and crane looking for what ever cranes look for.
15.93 miles 1:02:01
Caught a big red coyote hunting for ground squirrels and crane looking for what ever cranes look for.
15.93 miles 1:02:01
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Tuesday Morning Climb
Top of the World: http://maps.google.com/maps?tab=wl&hl=en
It's only a 20.5 mile round trip from my house to there on the Aliso Creek Trail through Wood Canyon, but it's all up for half the ride, and hairy down on the way back.
It's a curious phenomena when coming up on pedestrians, that no matter how far back from them you call out, they think you are about to run them down. I'll like to tell them that straining to climb a rutted rise is hard enough without the prospect of navigating over a slow moving lump of hiker. Just move over, I'll miss you, but stopping, turning around, marinating on which way to go, causes me more stress, causes me to lose my line, and is the reason I fell over like a rag doll....
2:00:23 20.71 miles.
It's only a 20.5 mile round trip from my house to there on the Aliso Creek Trail through Wood Canyon, but it's all up for half the ride, and hairy down on the way back.
It's a curious phenomena when coming up on pedestrians, that no matter how far back from them you call out, they think you are about to run them down. I'll like to tell them that straining to climb a rutted rise is hard enough without the prospect of navigating over a slow moving lump of hiker. Just move over, I'll miss you, but stopping, turning around, marinating on which way to go, causes me more stress, causes me to lose my line, and is the reason I fell over like a rag doll....
2:00:23 20.71 miles.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Culture War
Here's a link to a subject that ought to concern us all:
http://www.eagleforum.org/court_watch/alerts/2007/nov07/11-01-07.html
http://www.eagleforum.org/court_watch/alerts/2007/nov07/11-01-07.html
Friday, November 2, 2007
Friday Sweat
Busy day.
Sales meeting first thing. Met the new honcho (a nepotism promotion he's a cousin) whose goal it is to bring us back to national prominence after falling down due to the emphasis on gross. Then a post sales meeting meeting to cuss and discuss 'stuff'. The changes portend good.
Dashed home in time for Dr's appointment, fixed the flat tubes (you put enough patches on it, you can't go wrong apparently), then off to the training ride.
Concentrated on form, feet flat, pedal stroke like wiping gum off my shoes, arms bent, back straight. 24 miles out and back, 1:41:30. Steady climb up the Aliso Creek Trail, out to Cook's Corner (You may have heard it referred to as the Silverado Canyon or The Santiago Canyon Road Fire if you followed the California Fire Storm stories). Good aerobic workout, but all not so good. At one point during the climb - it's a trail off the road, so no traffic - I noticed huge birds flying around. Lots of wild life there so I stopped to see what they were. They were Turkey Buzzards! Decided to move on...
It was a bummer in one respect. I was supposed to go Geocaching with the grands. Instead me and the Lovely and Talented Miss Dorothy took them to see The Bee Movie, which was, uh, ok. I guess we're supposed to know that if the bees go on strike, it will be bad. Funniest line in the movie was the mosquito (played by Chris Rock), who a cow - ya just have to see the movie to get the connection - said to him, "You're a lawyer?" who answered, "Yah, I've always been a blood sucking insect, I just needed a brief case!" (Why did that make me think of John Edwards??????)
Next ride, The Top Of The World!
Sales meeting first thing. Met the new honcho (a nepotism promotion he's a cousin) whose goal it is to bring us back to national prominence after falling down due to the emphasis on gross. Then a post sales meeting meeting to cuss and discuss 'stuff'. The changes portend good.
Dashed home in time for Dr's appointment, fixed the flat tubes (you put enough patches on it, you can't go wrong apparently), then off to the training ride.
Concentrated on form, feet flat, pedal stroke like wiping gum off my shoes, arms bent, back straight. 24 miles out and back, 1:41:30. Steady climb up the Aliso Creek Trail, out to Cook's Corner (You may have heard it referred to as the Silverado Canyon or The Santiago Canyon Road Fire if you followed the California Fire Storm stories). Good aerobic workout, but all not so good. At one point during the climb - it's a trail off the road, so no traffic - I noticed huge birds flying around. Lots of wild life there so I stopped to see what they were. They were Turkey Buzzards! Decided to move on...
It was a bummer in one respect. I was supposed to go Geocaching with the grands. Instead me and the Lovely and Talented Miss Dorothy took them to see The Bee Movie, which was, uh, ok. I guess we're supposed to know that if the bees go on strike, it will be bad. Funniest line in the movie was the mosquito (played by Chris Rock), who a cow - ya just have to see the movie to get the connection - said to him, "You're a lawyer?" who answered, "Yah, I've always been a blood sucking insect, I just needed a brief case!" (Why did that make me think of John Edwards??????)
Next ride, The Top Of The World!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Today's workout
Nothing special, just a short run to the gym, some circuit training, then back to the garage to patch up the inner tubes for tomorrow's road ride. Part of the problem, is I can't see the holes and keep putting the patches off center.Gonna have to teach the grands how to do it for me...
Will It Matter?
Today, I'll be fixing leaky inner tubes, checking to make sure I have proper inflation, and fit so I don't get snake bites. Oh, yah, and sending forth more solicitations.... =(
I heard the dems were unkind to Sir Hillary last night. Questions is, will it hurt her or help her?
BTW I tried to put a pic on here, but the program rejected it. Is it a size issue maybe?
Cheers.
http://www.active.com/donate/tntors/tntorsMThayer
I heard the dems were unkind to Sir Hillary last night. Questions is, will it hurt her or help her?
BTW I tried to put a pic on here, but the program rejected it. Is it a size issue maybe?
Cheers.
http://www.active.com/donate/tntors/tntorsMThayer
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Gristle among the fat
This is my ulterior motive. Go here and give till it hurts. Those of us who are healthy should help those who are not.
Wouldn't we want the same thing if we needed help?
http://www.active.com/donate/tntors/tntorsMThayer
Wouldn't we want the same thing if we needed help?
http://www.active.com/donate/tntors/tntorsMThayer
Tuesday Afternoon Flat
OK, those of you who wonder about what it takes to ride 100 miles through the Palm Springs Desert, this is it.
There'll be pics, and tails of the grind.
Today wasn't my first ride, just the first one I'm going to tell you about.
I planned on a flat fast ride out east on the Aliso Creek Trail, out to Cook's Corner where the fire stopped recently, but the road bike's front tire was flat. How that happeden, I don't know because the last ride I took it on was a Saturday morning spinning class in the Leukemia/Lyphoma HQ.
How do you get a flat when the tire don't move??????
So I took the mountain bike up the Coast Hills.
Short and sweet, 1.5 hours, 18.76 miles. One hawk, lots of coyote scat, and of course, one of the benefits of riding in So Cal, lots nubile young ladies running for fresh air and sunshine...
Pics to follow.....(No, not of the ladies - no pervs allowed!)
There'll be pics, and tails of the grind.
Today wasn't my first ride, just the first one I'm going to tell you about.
I planned on a flat fast ride out east on the Aliso Creek Trail, out to Cook's Corner where the fire stopped recently, but the road bike's front tire was flat. How that happeden, I don't know because the last ride I took it on was a Saturday morning spinning class in the Leukemia/Lyphoma HQ.
How do you get a flat when the tire don't move??????
So I took the mountain bike up the Coast Hills.
Short and sweet, 1.5 hours, 18.76 miles. One hawk, lots of coyote scat, and of course, one of the benefits of riding in So Cal, lots nubile young ladies running for fresh air and sunshine...
Pics to follow.....(No, not of the ladies - no pervs allowed!)
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