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Day 14247, & the only thing longer than a marathon is this post...

2010-11-15T20:30:00.040-06:00

So, I think it is safe to say that we all knew I was under trained for the Malibu Marathon.

It's not like I didn't have a plate full of excuses, beginning with excessively scorching heat this summer and ending with the termination of a key employee in the restaurant 3 weeks prior to the race. Throw in a couple of injuries along the way and I rest my case.

I have to admit that I briefly considered cancelling this trip, particularly after a few unnecessary google searches. After months of planning and mediocre training, along with the fact that I'm not one to pass up a plane trip, I decided to give it a shot, no matter how great the chance of death.

Well, since I am writing this, you can all rest easy. I didn't die. And, at no point did I really want to die, outside of a few moments where, in my mind, I thought death might be preferable to the embarrassment I thought was imminent.

To recap... I flew to LA last Friday, I turned 39 last Saturday, and what else? Oh yeah,

I completed my first full marathon last Sunday!

Notice I said I completed a marathon. I did not say, nor do I mean to imply that I ran 26.2 miles. What I did do though was make the most of the situation. After all, if you find yourself in the middle of a marathon course, with a race number, in a beautiful setting, at 8 in the morning? You might as well knock it out, right?

Jumping back, I should have known the cards were stacking up against me. I completed the Murfreesboro Half 5 weeks ago. Sure it was a PR and also a very nice negative split. It was also a positive sign that my knee issues were a thing of the past. I ran the 13.1 without any sign of injury. And then I stretched and tried to stand up...

Anyway, in an effort to distance myself from this recurring case if self-diagnosed runner's knee, I knocked out a couple weeks of much lighter training than I had intended. I had planned an 18 and a 20 miler after the half, but the knee decided that wasn't going to happen. So, I did a few 10s, a 12, and a whole lot of 6s...

I also tried to incorporate some cross training. Note: do not change your routine, however one dimensional, right before you are trying something new like a marathon. Bad.idea.

I am quite certain I strengthened my upper legs. Too bad there wasn't time for that to be of assistance. In fact, I would venture to guess that it threw off my form, leaving my legs with nothing other than: WTF do you want us to do???

Point of the story? I was not prepared.

I should have know this on Thursday of last week when the signs started appearing all around me.

I got a call on Thursday morning: "Hello, this is Delta Airlines calling to inform you that one of your flights has been cancelled on November 12th." Yes, that was fun. I ended up spending 2 hours of my day trying to rebuild an itinerary similar to the one that was completely blown apart at the last minute. Well, it was not so much blown apart; I'm just very particular about my flight choices. This is clearly the result of being spoiled by growing up in an airline family.

Next sign? My room at the LAX Hilton on Friday night was located on the 13th floor. Granted, I didn't even notice this omen until I checked out; still though, 13 is 13.

I probably didn't take notice of the 13th floor business because I was so excited about my room facing the runways at the airport. While most would probably find this annoying, I could sit and watch planes take off and land all day long. Yes, I am a dork. I admit it. So much so that I was even excited to get this shot of the new United/Continental paint job.

So, after a morning of coffee and plane watching, I headed off to the expo. I found my way to the PCH fairly easily and made good time to Zuma Beach in Malibu to pick up my packet.

For such a small race, 600 full marathon runners, everything at the expo took forever. I had to wait for my packet, I had to wait for my shirt (which I also had to pay for), and I had to wait to buy my parking ticket. I had not planned to drive to the beach the next morning, as I was staying by the start, but I had happened to inquire about buses from the finish. No buses, despite the website's promise of transport. There were only buses in the morning TO the start line. Oh.OK...

Standing in the middle of a very crowded parking lot, I had to quickly change my hotel plans for the night and find a place to stay that would be convenient to the bus pickup. Thank you, Mr Jobs and iPhone.

Still up to speed? Sign number 3...

From expo, I drove back through Malibu and Santa Monica to make my way to my newly booked destination of Agoura Hills (think Agrestic from Showtime's Weeds) I checked into the Hampton Inn, double checked my directions for the morning, and then began my google search for dinner.

Do you have any idea how depressing it is to eat dinner at the Macaroni Grill alone, on your birthday, at 4pm, at the bartender-less bar, in suburbia? Yes, that will be a memory I treasure always. 2 entrees later, I made it back to the hotel, stopping for water and OJ, along with a PowerAid for the run.

In bed by 7, asleep by 7:30. My plan to stay in the central time zone seemed to work out OK. Getting up at 3 wasn't that difficult. I woke up, had a Clif Bar and some OJ, made coffee, and applied sunscreen THREE TIMES. As I never got a sunburn, I assume this plan worked. Or, perhaps I sealed the sunscreen in after using Body Glide everywhere...

I was checked out of the hotel and on my way by 4:15. The only disappointment of the drive was that it was still pitch black outside and I couldn't see what was beyond all of the residential gates on Kanan Rd. I was probably one of the first 20 cars in the parking lot. I gathered up my gear, decided to leave my phone in the car, and made my way to finish some other business. Note to Zuma Beach management: if you are going to rake in $8 per car at 4am, please unlock the public restrooms. It is very difficult to use a port-a-john in the dead of night...

Stretching on the fence, waiting for the buses with everyone else, I noticed how amazing the sky was over the Pacific. Apparently, CA does have a lot of stars and I could have counted all of them in the time we all waited for the shuttles. Because they were parked up the street.

One might have thought that someone would have noticed no runners present for the bus ride to the race. Apparently not. Once we spotted them, we made our way up the road, loaded up, and my bus was the first to head off to the start line. Oddly, it was the last to arrive, as our driver got lost. Poor guy. I am quite sure that getting yelled at by 30 anxious runners is no way to begin your day.

Getting lost on the way to the race? That would be sign number 4...

On the upside, staying on the bus allowed a tiny nap, time for another Clif Bar, and a bit of heat. It was in the low 50s until sunrise, and I had left my sweater in the car. Spending over an hour at the start would have been a bit chilly. On arrival, I spent 20 minutes stretching and wandered about, listening in on everyone's conversations, found a water station. I felt rested. I felt confident. I felt ready.

The race was pretty small, as said, 600 registered for the full. After the start, which consisted of a lady yelling "GO!" I was off at a very conservative pace. My plan was to run with the 4:30 pace group, but there were no pace groups, despite having been told otherwise. Meh. I just tried to hold a steady 9:15-9:30 pace. That was tough and would catch myself falling below 9:00 quite a bit over the first few miles. By about mile 4, I had it down.

It was smooth sailing from there. The miles and miles of farmland. The sun rising over the California hills. All quite nice. As the scenery grew a bit tiresome, I knew I had the coastline to look forward to. As I ran those first 5 to seven miles, however, I began to notice some discrepancies with the elevation chart I had been studying all the months prior. I should have noticed a 2 mile uphill start, followed by a 2 mile gentle downhill. Nope. Never saw that. In fact, it just seemed as if I had been running up the natural, uphilly, flat that I am used to at the greenway. Hummm...

I would say it was somewhere around mile 7 that I first noticed it. It was a familiar sort of spasm in my right calf. Nothing painful. And It went right away. Didn't even hurt really, but I knew. I knew it was coming.

And, as expected, by mile 8, my knee was beginning to get stiff. Again, nothing too painful. Just enough to get me nervous. I started thinking about the fact that I was almost a third the way done. I started trying to imagine the pain, if it multiplied itself by three over the next 18 miles. No problem. After all, I didn't travel 3000 miles to quit a marathon.

This line of thinking should have been adequate. The only problem with it was that by mile 9 the pain was four times worse than it had been. Quickly realizing that I could be looking at pain 72 times as bad by the finish, I began to think through my exit strategy. What would I say if I quit? Who would I tell? Could I just tell Jay to contact everyone I know and explain that we would NEVER speak of the marathon again? Maybe I could just post "Knee pain. Quit." as my status update on Facebook.

Yes. One of these options will be my plan. So, I just had to find someone to quit to. Having never quit a race before, I had no idea what to do. Should I flag down a passing police car? Should I tell the water station volunteers? Either way, probably fine. Apparently, as I decided this at about mile 10, I was heading into an unmanned stretch of race, leading up to the half marathon start. I didn't see anyone to quit to. For miles...

Just keep running. Just keep running. Just keep running. It was like Ellen DeGeneres was on infinity loop in my head. Quite annoying, but I shuffled my way to the half. And then, along the way, my iPod caught my attention.

I never would have thought that Nine Inch Nails would prove to be an inspiring running selection. I had put it in my playlist at 5am on departure day, just feeling like I needed it. I opted out of the JC version, as it makes me sad. Thinking back, had I gone with Cash, I might have quit. But, as things were, I decided I was going to finish. I might be walking the next 13.1 miles, but I was getting that damned medal and my beach towel. And I wasn't going to quit and I wasn't going to worry about how to play that off. I was just going to walk.

The decision not to quit was huge for me. Aside from the fact that I am not generally a quitter, I am also not one to handle embarrassment with grace. I was relieved to avoid these two horrors. I was still a bit stressed though. I had told Brian and Stacey to be at the finish around 11, as I expected to run 4:00-4:30. I had no phone. I had no way to let them know I was going to be a tad bit late. I was freaking out, as I also don't tend to handle being perceived as an inconvenience.

Finally, after much race stalking, I happened upon a stranger with her phone out. I don't think I could have asked to borrow it any more nicely. I guess she was just taken back by my charm, or the fact that I was basically grabbing it out of her hand as I asked. Oh well. I said please. I sent Jay a text, from a stranger's phone, explaining that he needed to text another stranger that the race wasn't going well and I would be 5+ hours but that I would be finishing. I thanked the lady and I walked on. Jay apparently forgot it wasn't my phone that texted him. He told the lady he loved her...

Now that I had handled all of my obligations, I set out to enjoy myself. Being in the back half of the pack, I found myself enjoying the company of the other shufflers, as we passed one another repeatedly over the next few hours.

"We're going to finish. We getting a damned medal! That's right! A medal and a sunburn will be ours in a few short hours!"

"You know, this hill would really be pissing me off right now if I was running. Glad I don't have to do that!"

Yes, apparently I am quite the conversationalist when I have given up and thrown my arms in the air.

And, it was Malibu. It was ridiculously pretty. I saw whales, dolphins, surfer boys. Really? If you are going to walk the second half of a 26 miles race, you could pick a worse place to do it.

I tried to run the uphills. I tried to run the flats. I knew better than to try the downhills. I had no idea what to do fuel-wise on my walk. I just stayed with the plan. One GU every 7-8 miles. Water at every other stop. Stayed with the plan until I got bored again, that is.

I'd never tried a Lava Gel before. I had never tried coconut water while training (just before and after). I probably should have opted out of trying them at mile 20-22. Meh. Why not?

Well, I will tell you why not. Because something caused cramping. Because by mile 24, when I thought I could pull a sub 5:00 finish out of this comedy of errors, I was no longer hindered by my knee. It was my entire abdomen. I would try to run and then I would promptly feel like John Hurt in Alien.

I couldn't maintain a jog to save my life. Too.much.pain. The good news though? I was still sweating. Dehydration was certainly not going to take me out. No sir. Not me. Cause I'm the idiot who failed to realize that he was going to have to knock out a run to the finish line, regardless of what his knee felt about it.

I would venture to guess that the last mile of the course was the most painful 10 minutes of running I have ever experienced. And it was not for any of the reasons I would have expected. It wasn't the knee, it wasn't "the wall," it wasn't the fact that the 2.5 mile downhill finish that was advertised had a series of tiny uphills hidden in it.

It was painful because I felt the need to finish with a bit of dignity. I felt like I had to finish like I started.

I felt like I had to pass everyone that I saw for the next 10 minutes. And I certainly had to pass EVERYONE I saw in the chute.

And I did...

There was no clock at the finish. Well, I am sure there was, but I didn't see it. And, I forgot to stop Garmin as I crossed the finish (always forget that one!) I had no idea what my time was and I really didn't care!

I finished!

And again, I reiterate, I finished in one of the most picturesque settings in the world...

Now is probably just as good a time as ever. I'm running the GA Marathon on March 20, 2011. Key word, running...

Day 14234, & this one's just for fun...

2010-11-02T10:27:00.003-05:00

So, I will probably get another post or 2 in before I leave for L.A., but this was just too funny not to share...

We have been getting a crazy number of scam attempts at the restaurant lately, as has everyone else. Relay calls (for the deaf) are a particular favorite, but emails are still popular too. I have no idea who actually falls for these things, but I assume there is a success rate, however small.

I received this the other day, twice:

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KELLY ANDERSON to jscott, nashville show details Oct 30 (3 days ago)

AM KELLY ANDERSON BY THE NAME I HAVE A BIRTHDAY COMING UP ON THE 13TH OF NOVEMBER 2010 AND I HAVE SOME INLAWS COMING,SO I WILL NEED SOME(CRAB CAKE) FOR ABOUT 150 GUESTS THAT ARE COMING SO CAN I GET THE PRICE PER PERSON AND THE TOTAL PRICE FOR THE PEOPLE TO FEED INDIVIDUAL BOXES VATEBOXES NOW SO I CAN GIVE YOU THE CARD TO CHARGE THROUGH SO CAN YOU MAKE IT FOR ME ON THE THAT DATE AROUND 2PM THE ORDER WILL BE PICK UP BY MY PRIVATE SHIPPER SO I WILL LIKE YOU TO GET BACK TO ME ONCE YOU RECEIVE MY MAIL OKAY AND I ALSO WANT YOU TO GET BACK TO ME WITH YOUR FAX NUMBER AND YOUR DIRECT NUMBER AND I ALSO WANT YOU TO GET BACK TO ME WITH YOUR MENU IF YOU DO NOT HAVE CRAB CAKE SO THAT I CAN GIVE GIVE YOU MY CHOICE AND IF YOU HAVE CRAB CAKE YOU CAN GET BACK TO ME WITH THE TOTAL COST SO THAT I CAN GIVE YOU MY CREDIT CARD TO CHARGE FOR EVERYTHING OKAY BYE FOR NOW STAY BLESS.
BEST REGARD
KELLY ANDERSON

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Not only did I receive this email twice at 2 different addresses, but there were 2 other restaurants copied into the address bar on each one.

I replied...

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Dear Ms Anderson,

First, let me commend you on your mastery of the English language. Obviously, this achievement would explain your use of all capital letters, as you are so excited to thrill us with your prose. Kudos.

Second, might I suggest that you do not copy more than one restaurant into the address bar at a time. It really makes your request seem less than valid. After all, with three restaurants copied here, it would imply that you needed crab cakes for 450 guests. That's a really big party! You must be very popular. I would assume that you are combining your birthday celebration with some sort of book release, as I have already commented on the fact that you are a gifted writer. I wish I was that talented and popular.

The cost of your crab cakes, from me anyway, will be $8,750,000.95. Unfortunately, I will not be able to accept your credit card information over the internet. This is for your own safety. We wouldn't want some foreign scam artist to intercept your personal information and use it fraudulently, would we? I will be happy to accept a certified bank check. We still have a few weeks for your birthday, so feel free to drop that in the mail at your convenience.

Given your loyalty to our businesses, I would also like to send you a birthday gift. Feel free to give me a hint about the special something that you have had your eye on for awhile. In this poor economy, I know that you have probably just been sitting on all your free cash, like the rest of us. Let me help you brighten your day. Just send me your home address and I will get that present right to you. If you can't think of anything, I am sure I can think of quite a few special things that you deserve.

Thanks again! Look forward to hearing from you!

Chris

p.s. FUCK OFF!

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So, there you have it. It is always important to hold onto your sense of humor...

Day 14223, & looks like chondromalacia of the patella...

2010-10-22T09:47:00.007-05:00

So, I know that I was going to blog all about my marathon training.

Which road was rumored to be paved with good intentions?

Well, summer sucked. I don't do heat. Mentally, I hate heat. Physically, it would seem that my body isn't too fond of 90 degrees, either.

Then there was work. The never ending battle to be in control of my life has been a rough one, most recently plagued with some managerial drama that threatens my schedule every day. People often tell me how lucky I am to own my own business and dictate my own schedule. Ha ha! Mine is a schedule dictated by the whims of others, never by me...

And, let us not forget my new found activism. I just can't imagine where all the time goes. At least I don't have children.

Excuses, excuses...

Well, not really. A million things have gotten in the way of training. When does life ever go the way you plan it? Rarely, at best. We just have to trudge through the shit and move forward. I think I have done a pretty good job of that recently. I even ran my second half marathon last week, shaving 20 minutes of my previous time. It was a good race, despite my resolve to run it, as opposed to racing it. Sub 2 hours, check. Sub 9 minute miles, check? And I accomplished this while recovering from injury, again. A week of rest and my legs were good as new. The entire run felt great and it felt easy. Immediately, post run, however...

I did it though. I ran a strong run with a negative split. I finished ahead of the middle of the pack and I did it without really pushing too hard. While I stretched after, I tried to envision myself running the entire course again. Would I have the strength? How miserable would that feel? Seemed like something I could do, particularly if the reward was a breathtaking view of the California coastline and the promise of 26.1 beers with friends. Yeah, I can do it. Maybe not sub 4:00, but certainly sub 4:30.

And then, post stretching, I tried to stand up and walk.

So, yeah, I think I have runner's knee.

It started a several weeks ago in my left knee, but it went away pretty quickly. Two weeks ago, it returned in my right knee and seems to be settling in for a long, unwelcome stay.

I know what you're saying. Where did you study medicine? I answer with a simple: at the Google. You might also be saying, if you are one of those people, that it is only a matter of time and I am bound to screw my knees up with all the running. Well, maybe so, but I can't imagine a more serious issue would jump from one knee to the other. Additionally, I am guilty of all of the infractions listed as causes. And the symptoms? Dead on...

Meanwhile, I have 22 days until the marathon, my first. I am not going to miss it. The plane ride alone is worth the trip. I don't expect any possible circumstance beyond this coincidental equipment repositioning that will get me on Delta's 777LR. After all, Dubai is not on my itinerary. I need to run to justify my training, but I also need to justify the trip.

What to do... Three weeks. Let's see. Well, 7-10 days of that will be spent on the taper, leaving 12-15 days to train. Yesterday's planned 10 miles ended at an abrupt 8 because of the knee, resulting in a 2.5 mile walk home. The solution seems quite clear, and quite unappealing.

Elliptical machine.

No!!!

Looks like I will be going to the gym and spending countless boring hours on the sleep inducing, life sucking, elliptical trainer.

What doesn't kill me makes me stronger?

Hope so...

Day 14125, & I got my groove back, then promptly misplaced it...

2010-07-16T09:23:00.007-05:00

So, I have been an independent restaurateur for almost 7 years now. Crazy, I know...

10 years ago, I would have told you that I was going to have several restaurants by 2010. 15 years ago, I was going to go to law school and leave the restaurant business behind.

I bailed on the law school thing for three reasons. First, I don't really do well with logic problems of the LSAT variety. I am an excellent standardized test-taker. Those problems though? They suck me in and I loose time when I start to obsess over a question. Second, I quickly realized that I was romanticizing the back-to-school experience. Law school was not going to be the financial walk in the park that undergrad was. After all, I don't think dad was really going to help me out by paying the mortgage and giving me a monthly allowance so that I could study more effectively by removing work from the equation. And, despite many a hint from me, he never offered up tuition money either.

Mainly though, I knew too many people that had gone to law school. And those people? Not practicing law. Hummm... What does that tell me? Well, at the time, it told me that practicing law isn't all that it is cracked up to be. And really, who wants to work 75 hours a week for a sizable paycheck that you can't spend because you never take a vacation or have time to do anything with your money?

So, I stayed in the restaurant business, where I worked 75 hours a week for 30-40K annually. Wait a minute...

The first few years of our first restaurant went so well that we knew we had to do it again. That process ended up taking quite a bit of time and result in restaurant 2 opening in worst economy of my memory. Clearly, if you've read my rants here, you know my life has been a struggle ever since.

Things turned around though at the beginning of this year. We started to see an upswing. It wasn't like we were taking home buckets of cash or anything; but, we did get to start taking paychecks again. The feedback got better and the renewed sense of optimism really created an entirely different atmosphere at #2.

Cue flood and summer....

Now we are back in the bad place again. It is hard to have a positive outlook when you bust your ass for nothing. At least, it seems like nothing. And while Jay and I take turns on the let's-just-give-up front, we seem to have reached the conclusion that we are both not allowed to stand on the cliff at the same time. Inspiring teamwork, if you ask me.

Now, faced with financial and staffing challenges, we are forced to focus, to re-think, to evaluate. I no longer think I am going to own five restaurants. I don't always want to own the two I've got. Sometimes quitting just seems easier. It's only money, right? It's just that the idea of risking everything again to open another is way too scary. Way too crazy...

Over the last few weeks of training, I have found myself feeling the same way about running. I struggle and push up my mileage. I see results. I panic at the idea of injury. I blame heat and humidity for failed runs. I.want.to.quit. But the quitting? Not my fault. The failure is not mine to own. Maybe I should have stuck with the law thing because nothing is ever my fault...

From the time I was a kid, I never thought I would be a runner, or any kind of athlete, for that matter. Even when I started running, almost two and a half years ago, I said that I could not ever imagine running a marathon. Why would anyone want to do that to their body? Why would anyone want to run for that much time? But, your outlook changes over time.

Last week was rough. I have all but discarded my original training plan. The time suck that is work seems to prevent any real plan from materializing. I just squeeze workouts in where I can. I seek motivation wherever I can. I just trudge along.

And every now and then, I find a glimmer of hope in a run. A strong 10 miler. A dreadmill recovery run that ends up turning into a 6 mile interval run. Even a cross training day that can be classified as nothing but the most boring, mindless, waste of time ever to exist can prove to be fulfilling, if for no reason other than the fact that I can say I did it.

I have learned that I run because I love it, despite the obstacles. It makes me happy. I will do whatever it takes to become stronger, faster. No matter how unpleasant, I will be glad that I did it when I come out the other side.

As Jay and I sat down yesterday to discuss all of our work related nightmares, I remembered why I am in this business. The problem solving makes me happy. The results are rewarding. I love what I do. Because my job? Being nice to people. Problem solving. That's a pretty easy job if you think about it.

Now is just another time to focus and make it through to the other side a little stronger.

Day 14116, & hit a bump in the road...

2010-07-08T18:05:00.008-05:00

So, literally, I hit a bump in the road. Well, no, not literally. Actually, I was hit on the road by a car when it bumped into me while I was running. True story. But I'll get to that in a minute.

Do you want to know the hardest thing about marathon training? Time management. That is pretty much the do or die skill set needed to successfully train for a marathon. Now, I am sure we can all come up with a list of people who have very poor time management skills and have successfully completed such an undertaking. Those people though? Obviously, they possess an extraordinary skill or two that allowed them to squeak by without managing their time.

Me?

Time management master. I can handle everything I take on. Why set your self up for failure, I say. If you can't be certain you will succeed, then you probably shouldn't be trying it in the first place. You'll only embarrass yourself...

And then, some dickhead comes up and throws a wrench into your carefully mapped out time management plan and fucks up your whole delicately balanced life.

Yeah, you guessed it. Someone quit their job a few weeks back. Restaurant 2 lost a line cook and now everything has been turned upside down to compensate. So, restaurant 1 sends a kitchen manager to cover the line at #2, leaving #1 weak. So, #1 reschedules Chef to be around more in the evening, leaving me to cover the morning.

Why does this matter, you ask?

We all know that I cannot run in the afternoon, post work. Too hot!

How in the world am I supposed to get up at 4:30 am, wake up my legs and brain, run, get back home, stop sweating (which can take up to 45 minutes), get ready for work, and be there by 7:30? Well, it's actually not that hard, as long as I am not trying to fit an 8-10 mile run in there.

But, now throw in the fact that I might have been at work until 9 the night before. And that I cannot just rush home, jump in bed, and immediately experience quality rem sleep.

See my problem? How in the world am I supposed to be able to drink beer and still train for a marathon if all these dumbfucks keep screwing up my plans???

And remember- this is important- I started running so that I didn't have to cut back on the beer drinking. Voila! Full circle...

I am such the master storyteller...

Anyhoo, last week was ok. I made it work. And, then there was the "cold" front that came through. That always helps.

Sunday was a nice 4.ish something (I forgot to write it down)
Monday was the off day, as I had seen the forecast for the rest of the week
Tuesday, 6.25 miles
Wednesday, 1.7 miles of early morning garbage. My legs felt like overcooked pasta
Thursday, as if it was sent from heaven, was a perfect 10.4 miles, at 9 am, in the 70s, low humidity, with an average pace of 9:21, and a negative split.

And that is when I got hit by the car. Running by Vanderbilt, with the walk signal, I was reminded of how few people look to their right when turning right on red. Instinct took over fast and I jumped, thereby preventing the car from actually hitting me. Basically, I jumped onto the hood. Damn, those people looked scared as I ran off. It really was a hit n run...

Friday, I ran a quick 5.0 and it felt good after the long run that preceded it.

Friday night I decided to run the 4th of July 10K, my first race in two years. Note to self: DO NOT COMMIT TO RUNNING RACES WHILE DRINKING!

Saturday, knowing I had the race that I was completely unprepared and unrested for, still wanting my goal mileage for the week (which ends on Saturdays,) I ran a slow 3.75.

So, the weekly total was a little light at 31.5-ish but not bad.

And then the race...

I had to close the restaurant Saturday night so I didn't get out until 10. Got home, ate brown rice for dinner, and made it to bed by 11. Up at 4:30 for the 7:00 start.

I still wasn't overly concerned. 6.2 miles? Easy. Especially with my plan to run the first half comfortably and then barrel through round 2 (double loop.)

I won't go into the specifics of the poorly organized race. I had run this series before and it was far better then. I'll just say that I picked up my packet (which took almost 30 minutes,) rushed to stretch and warm up (which I hate doing that way,) and then waited for the race to start for way too long (7:20!)

Mile 1, 7:44
Mile 2, 8:08
Mile 3, 8:04
Mile 4, 8:56
Mile 5, 9:05
Mile 6, 8:55

See? I ran it just as I had planned! Only backwards...

I have never run a 5K, so at least I PR'd that one. According to Garmin, I was 24 and change for the 5K half, which put me 30 something-th. And, I did consider quitting then, but I barreled forward. I was glad to have finished, but it was miserable. I was not ready. I had overdone the mileage for a race week. Blah blah blah.

But, on the other hand, I PR'd it, however slightly.

Age: 12/23
Sex: 74/171
OA: 115/344

128 days to marathon. Have I mentioned, I have lost 15 pounds in the last 2 months? And that I need to go purchase some 31s...

Day 14102, & it is another scorcher...

2010-06-23T18:12:00.005-05:00

So, it's freaking hot!

I hate summer in the South. There's no getting around it. OK, well, I didn't hate the last 2 summers so much. This one though? It just started and its been nearly 100 for the last four days. And, I probably would have hated the last couple of summers, too, had I been running much back then.

I picked the wrong week to start marathon training (and to quit sniffing glue.)

Anyway, I have 143 days to get ready for the Malibu Marathon. 20 weeks. Most of these weeks? Summertime weeks. Awesome...

Last week was a training FAIL. I started strong but I lost steam after sleeping past 6 one morning and missing the window of tolerable opportunity. I know, I sound like a wimp. Whatever! I can tolerate heat, some humidity, and glaring sun. I just don't like to have to tolerate all three at the same time. It's a lot like tolerating Reid, Pelosi, and Obama at the same time. Impossible! But if we just had to put up with two of them, I could probably deal. Anyway, mornings allow me to at least avoid the sun.

Yeah, so I overslept. I missed it and when I let the dog out it felt like I was opening an oven. Correction: it felt like a giant jacuzzi was emptying out all over me. Hot and wet. Gross...

What to do? Well, I did what anyone would. I joined the gym. The Y to be exact. And let me tell you, that shit ain't cheap. Quite a price to pay for a little shut eye. Sigh...

I needed to do it anyway. I need cross training options and now I have them. I haven't been in a gym in 2 years. I haven't been on a treadmill in over 2. But elliptical machines? Bikes? Yoga classes? Yeah, I need them; though, I have to say I really haven't missed the treadmill or the gym. Oh well...

I am now in need of a revised training plan. I'm thinking of going with an every other day run/gym routine, but it won't give me the miles I want. Oh, speaking of miles, I found someone doing the Hanson Brothers' Plan. A motivating read, and someone else gets to be the guinea pig...

That pretty much sums up a dull start to training.

Week one: 25.15 miles, five days
Week two: 26.12 miles, six days
Week three: 29.24 miles, six days
Week four: 19.83 miles, three days Boo!

This week, so far, I've gotten in 8.something miles and a really strong gym day today that included bike, elliptical, stairclimber, along with calf, glute, hamstring, and quad weights.

Tomorrow, I think I might be sore...

Day 14084, & I might have something to say...

2010-06-05T09:16:00.011-05:00

So, It has been a really long time since I posted anything to this blog. As I have mentioned before, it seems that many blogs have been neglected over the last year or two. And while I am sure that we could do a psychological study on the effects of recession on one's creative endeavors, I'm just glad to know it's not just me...

Meanwhile, I have news.

I registered for my first full marathon. I will be running the Malibu International Marathon on November 14th, 2010. Yes, the day after my 39th birthday, I will be running this:

Now, I know what you might be thinking. Those hills look rough, especially after you've just run 20 miles. That would be the glass half empty attitude that I have been trying to break myself from. I am actually looking at this elevation chart and thinking that there is a little downhill reward after each of those inclines, not to mention a really long 2.2 miles downhill finish. See? Me? Half full...

I have to admit, I picked this marathon for a silly reason or two. First, it is in California. Good excuse to go west. Second, California, and LA specifically, will require a nice plane ride. Remember, I do love a nice long airplane flight. So, I redeemed A SHITLOAD of Delta miles for this:

This equipment is only used domestically on a few transcontinental flights. Since I don't see myself flying to Asia any time soon, I figured I'd take advantage of the opportunity. Plus, since Jay typically hates to fly, this provided him a bit more incentive to accompany me. After all, imagine what people would say about him if he didn't bother to cheer me on, witness my first marathon finish, or be there to collect my remains? Whatever the case, he's going...

On to the real reasons for this choice.

First, it is the day after my birthday. Ideally, it would have been the day before, but the marathon planners did not consult me. I would have preferred to complete a marathon at age 38 versus 39. Oh well. Plus, as I was born in Southern California, it only seems appropriate that I visit again for such an achievement. That way, if I die during the run, you all will be able to romanticize the story for all of your friends. I'm kind of selfless like that.

Secondly, there is the elevation chart. It is intriguing to me. The rise is nearly 200 feet and the hills are miles long. I don't even know what to think of that jagged, razor-like middle 10 miles. At the end of the day though, who doesn't want a 2 mile downhill finish, complete with airplane arms and all?

Most importantly, I picked it because I have plenty of time to train. I started with 6 months of time. I still have 161 days. I can allow for very gradual mileage increases, occasional cutbacks, and even a possible minor injury or two. What I have learned in the last two and a half years of running is that no matter how much I love the long run, it always hurts me. Too much, too soon. Apparently, the Hanson Brothers have discussed it extensively. Based on every injury I've had, It would appear that they are correct. No run should be more than 30% of my total weekly mileage. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

So, yeah, I am back at this blogging thing, for a bit anyway. Up until now, I have consistently used the "no time" excuse to justify my neglect. I have often used that same excuse to skip a run.

No more time for excuses...

Day 13954, & blogging is hard...

2010-01-26T17:47:00.010-06:00

So, maybe it isn't hard, per se; but, like exercise, it is a regimen that is very easy to dismiss.

Can I just get away with saying that nothing has happened?

No?

OK, first things first:

I have been wanting to go to Coachella for the last 5 years. My dearest friend Lori, along with her husband, have been inviting me out year after year and something always seems to get in the way (something equals work, more often than not) and I never go. This year, I decided that "Fuck it!" was the only excuse I needed. I bought my plane ticket to LA a few weeks ago and I used AMEX points to buy my 3 day Coachella pass. Lori's friend Brian, whom I met last summer at All Points West, will pick me up in LA and drive me out to Indio.

And then, well, there's the house, with the pool, in the desert. Of course, that doesn't suck. While the fact that I am the only one arriving solo pretty much relegates me to the couch, I assume it also obligates me to a very small chunk of the total lodging bill.

So, I really couldn't afford not to go to Coachella this year. It was an easy choice, despite being the 3 days before Jay's birthday, but that is a story for another post...

It was also easy to justify the trip after we made it through the 3rd semi-annual Restaurant Week in Nashville. I was riding a high as the owner of 2 restaurants with new sales records. I am sure you can imagine, that doesn't suck...

But, you know what does suck? The fallout.

I have made many a joke over the last 20 years about the one problem with working in restaurants. That problem, I always said, was the customer. You know the one. Person comes in, person asks for things, person expects everything to be right, person is condescending on occasion, person wears stupid Christmas sweater, blah blah blah. Annoying, right? But, now? Well, I realized, as any future owner would, that this customer, this guest, is also the reason for the rest of the things that were great about working in restaurants. They pay the bills, they tip the servers, they tell you how to do your job better. As a clever and sincere feedback collector, I basically get a performance evaluation everyday.

And then? Well, then came the internet...

The internet allows even the dumbest of people the opportunity to offer up their opinion on anything. The phase "knowing a little about a lot of things" comes to mind. They don't have to visit twice for a bad review. They don't have to offer up their opinion while being asked. They need not be bothered with any type of civil, proper, or professional discourse. No, no, no. Why bother allowing you to know what they think? Why bother to allow you the opportunity to correct the issue? Hell no! It is a whole lot more fun to go home and trash somebody's business on the internet!

Because, you know? I probably could have corrected that issue in 2 minutes with another steak (and I'm sorry about the gristle, but I didn't think to cut into your food repeatedly before delivering it to you). Had you allowed me that opportunity, I guess your post would have to rest on your actual writing. And well? We wouldn't want that, would we?

Don't even get me started on Yelp, Urbanspoon, etc. I remember the days when all you had to worry about was a food review. Now, it is a daily struggle. And, by the way, if your name in Anonymous, then you might as well jump out in front of a bus, because you are obviously too pathetic to live in the world with the rest of us. Feel free, in the meantime, to let me know where you work...

Don't get me wrong. If we fuck up, I will be the first to admit it. If something is bad, call me out on it. If I fail to correct an issue, write all about it. Just please remember that we are just a bunch of people that are trying to make other people happy. This isn't the motherfucking culinary jihad. If there is one going on out there, count me out!

So yeah, fuck it! I'm going to Coachella!

Now, I know why you are still reading this rant. You want to hear all about my running and how well I am doing.

Well, I picked running back up last September. I built my mileage up very slowly this time around. I started with time based out and backs. Run easy for 15 minutes, turn back. When that seemed inadequate, I started setting distance goals. I allowed for weekly increases of 10% or less.

I was so careful.

I stretched. I iced, I rested, I stretched some more. (if anyone even whispers the words cross training, I will punch you in the face!)

I registered for the ING Half Marathon in Atlanta in March and then bam! Injury! Awesome! Yea, me!

Fuck it! I'm going to Coachella!

I have been dealing with posterior shin splints in my left leg for 3 weeks. Self diagnosed, but all too familiar. Rest usually works, but how can I rest my calf during Restaurant Week?

Anyway, I am happy to be back on the road, so to speak. 3-4 miles, every other day, seems to be my current limit while the calf gets its act together.

So, it seems that blogging is indeed just like exercise. I will just sink back in slowly, avoiding injury, while I get my act together. I really doubt that you would have had any interest in sharing the misery over the last 12 months anyway...

Day 13910, & my thoughts today are not my own...

2009-12-13T14:42:00.005-06:00

So, I did not write this post. It is a simple cut and paste number. I do appreciate the sentiment in its entirety.

The Employee Meeting:

I would like to start by thanking you for attending this meeting, though it's not like you had much of a choice. After all, attendance was mandatory. I'm also glad many of you accepted my invitation to your family members to be here as well. I have a few remarks to make to all of you, and then we'll retire to the ballroom for a great lunch and some employee awards.I felt that this meeting was important enough to close all 12 of our tire and automotive shops today so that you could be here. To reassure you, everybody is being paid for the day --- except me. Since our stores are closed we're making no money. That economic loss is mine to sustain. Carrington Automotive has 157 full time employees and around 30 additional part-timers. All of you are here. I thank you for that.

When you walked into this auditorium you were handed a rather thick 78-page document. Many of you have already taken a peek. You were probably surprised to see that it's my personal tax return for 2008. Those of you who are adept at reading these tax returns will see that last year my taxable income was $534,000.00. Now I'm sure this seems rather high to many of you.

So ... let's talk about this tax return.Carrington Automotive Enterprises is what we call a Sub-S - a Subchapter S corporation. The name comes from a particular part of our tax code. Sub-S status means that the income from all 12 of our stores is reported on my personal tax return. Businesses that report their income on the owner's personal tax return are referred to as "small businesses." So, you see now that this $534,000 is really the total taxable income - the total combined profit from all 12 of our stores. That works out to an average of a bit over $44,000 per store.

Why did I feel it important for you to see my actual 2008 tax return? Well, there's a lot of rhetoric being thrown around today about taxes, small businesses and rich people. To the people in charge in Washington right now I'm a wealthy American making over a half-million dollars a year. Most Americans would agree: I'm just another rich guy; after all ... I had over a half-million in income last year, right? In this room we know that the reality is that I'm a small business owner who runs 12 retail establishments and employs 187 people. Now here's something that shouldn't surprise you, but it will: Just under 100 percent ... make that 99.7 percent of all employers in this country are small businesses, just like ours.

Every one of these businesses reports their income on a personal income tax return. You need to understand that small businesses like ours are responsible for about 80 percent of all private sector jobs in this country, and about 70 percent of all jobs that have been created over the past year. You also need to know that when you hear some politician talking about rich people who earn over $200,000 or $500,000 a year, they're talking about the people who create the jobs.

The people who are now running the show in Washington have been talking for months about raising taxes on wealthy Americans. I already know that in two years my federal income taxes are going to go up by about 4.5 percent. That happens when Obama and the Democrats allow the Bush tax cuts to expire. When my taxes climb by 4.5 percent the Democrats will be on television saying that this really isn't a tax increase. They'll explain that the Bush tax cuts have expired .. nothing more. Here at Carrington we'll know that almost 5% has been taken right off of our bottom line. And that means it will be coming off your bottom line.

Numbers are boring, I know ... but let's talk a bit more about that $534,000. That's the money that was left last year from company revenues after I paid all of the salaries and expenses of running this business. Now I could have kept every penny of that for myself, but that would have left us with nothing to grow our business, to attract new customers and to hire new employees. You're aware that we've been talking about opening new stores in Virginia Beach and Newport News . To do that I will have to buy or lease property, construct a building and purchase inventory. I also have to hire additional people to work in those stores. These people wouldn't immediately be earning their pay.

So, where do you think the money for all of this comes from? Right out of our profits .. right out of that $534,000. I need to advertise to bring customers in, especially in these tough times. Where do you think that money comes from? Oh sure, I can count it as an expense when I file my next income tax return .. but for right now that comes from either current revenues or last year's profits. Revenues right now aren't all that hot ... so do the math. A good effective advertising campaign might cost us more than $300,000.

Is this all starting to come together for you now?

Right now the Democrats are pushing a nationalized health care plan that, depending on who's doing the talking, will add anywhere from another two percent to an additional 4.6 percent to my taxes. If I add a few more stores, which I would like to do, and if the economy improves, my taxable income .... our business income ... could go over one million dollars! If that happens the Democrats have yet another tax waiting, another five percent plus! I've really lost track of all of the new government programs the Democrats and President Obama are proposing that they claim they will be able to finance with new taxes on what they call "wealthy Americans."

And while we're talking about health care, let me explain something else to you. I understand that possibly your biggest complaint with our company is that we don't provide you with health insurance. That is because as your employer I believe that it is my responsibility to provide you with a safe workplace and a fair wage and to do all that I can to preserve and grow this company that provides us all with income. I no more have a responsibility to provide you with health insurance than I do with life, auto or homeowner's insurance. As you know, I have periodically invited agents for health insurance companies here to provide you with information on private health insurance plans.

The Democrats are proposing to levy yet another tax against Carrington in the amount of 8 percent of my payroll as a penalty for not providing you with health insurance. You should know that if they do this I will be reducing every person's salary or hourly wage by that same 8 percent. This will not be done to put any more money in my pocket. It will be done to make sure that I don't suffer financially from the Democrat's efforts to place our healthcare under the control of the federal government. It is your health, not mine. It is your healthcare, not mine. These are your expenses, not mine. If you think I'm wrong about all this, I would sure love to hear your reasoning.

Try to understand what I'm telling you here. Those people that Obama and the Democrats call "wealthy Americans" are, in very large part, America 's small business owners. I'm one of them. You have the evidence, and surely you don't think that the owner of a bunch of tire stores is anything special. That $534,000 figure on my income tax return puts me squarely in Democrat crosshairs when it comes to tax increases.

Let's be clear about this ... crystal clear. Any federal tax increase on me is going to cost you money, not me. Any new taxes on Carrington Automotive will be new taxes that you, or the people I don't hire to staff the new stores I won't be building, will be paying. Do you understand what I'm telling you? You've heard about things rolling downhill, right? Fine ... then you need to know that taxes, like that other stuff, roll downhill. Now you and I may understand that you are not among those that the Democrats call "wealthy Americans," but when this "tax the rich" thing comes down you are going to be standing at the bottom of the mud slide, if you get my drift. That's life in the big city, my friends ... where elections have consequences.

You know our economy is very weak right now. I've pledged to get us through this without layoffs or cuts in your wages and benefits. It's too bad the politicians can't get us through this without attacking our profits. To insure our survival I have to take a substantial portion of that $534,000 and set it aside for unexpected expenses and a worsening economy. Trouble is, the government is eyeing that money too ... and they have the guns. If they want it, they can take it.

I don't want to make this too long. There's a great lunch waiting for us all. But you need to understand what's happening here. I've worked hard for 23 years to create this business. There were many years where I couldn't take a penny in income because every dollar was being dedicated to expanding the business. There were tough times when it took every dollar of revenues to replenish our inventory and cover your paychecks. During those times I earned nothing. If you want to see those tax returns, just let me know.

OK .... I know I'm repeating myself here. I don't hire stupid people, and you are probably getting it now. So let me just ramble for a few more minutes.Most Americans don't realize that when the Democrats talk about raising taxes on people making more than $250 thousand a year, they're talking about raising taxes on small businesses. The U.S. Treasury Department says that six out of every ten individuals in this country with incomes of more than $280,000 are actually small business owners. About one-half of the income in this country that would be subject to these increased taxes is from small businesses like ours. Depending on how many of these wonderful new taxes the Democrats manage to pass, this company could see its tax burden increase by as much as $60,000. Perhaps more.

I know a lot of you voted for President Obama. A lot of you voted for Democrats across the board. Whether you voted out of support for some specific policies, or because you liked his slogans, you need to learn one very valuable lesson from this election. Elections have consequences. You might have thought it would be cool to have a president who looks like you; or a president who is young, has a buff body, and speaks eloquently when there's a teleprompter in the neighborhood. Maybe you liked his promises to tax the rich. Maybe you believed his promise not to raise taxes on people earning less than a certain amount. Maybe you actually bought into his promise to cut taxes on millions of Americans who actually don't pay income taxes in the first place. Whatever the reason .. your vote had consequences; and here they are.

Bottom line? I'm not taking this hit alone. As soon as the Democrats manage to get their tax increases on the books, I'm going to take steps to make sure that my family isn't affected. When you own the business, that is what you're allowed to do. I built this business over a period of 23 years, and I'm not going to see my family suffer because we have a president and a congress who think that wealth is distributed rather than earned. Any additional taxes, of whatever description, that President Obama and the Democrats inflict on this business will come straight out of any funds I have set aside for expansion or pay and benefit increases. Any plans I might have had to hire additional employees for new stores will be put aside. Any plans for raises for the people I now have working for me will be shelved.. Year-end bonuses might well be eliminated. That may sound rough, but that's the reality.

You're going to continue to hear a lot of anti-wealth rhetoric out there from the media and from the left. You can choose to believe what you wish ... ..but when it comes to Carrington Automotive you will know the truth. The books are open to any of you at any time. I have nothing to hide. I would hope that other small business owners out there would hold meetings like this one, but I know it won't happen that often. One of the lessons to be learned here is that taxes ... all taxes ... and all regulatory costs that are placed on businesses anywhere in this country, will eventually be passed right on down to individuals; individuals such as yourself. This hasn't been about admonishing anyone and it hasn't been about issuing threats. This is part of the education you should have received in the government schools, but didn't.

Class is now dismissed.

Just livin' the dream...

Day 13817, & another year...

2009-09-11T00:27:00.018-05:00

So, I wrote about my 9/11/01 experience 1 year ago.

Sadly, my little protagonist is no longer with us.

Happily though, little Violet is now one year old. She is pretty great.

I am pretty sure that she liked her Auntie Chris, too.

My point? what is it? Oh yes, things change.

There have been quite a few changes over the last 12 months for me. My business footing, my running, my sanity. All changed. I have a tendency to play the victim in much of this change. I have a tendency to dwell in self pity.

On this day though, I have to realize that it is not so bad. My troubles? Minimal. My struggle? Trivial. I am not the victim of circumstance that I like to pretend. On this day, we remember what it really means to be a victim of circumstance.

And while I might think that I deserve to bitch, complain, and wallow in my self pity, I need to suck it up and move forward. Because some people? Some people have a lot tougher than I do.

I have never met Joe, but I have been friends with his wife since college. I read through some of this blog today while I drank my coffee. And then it hit me. I am sitting on my couch at home, drinking coffee, watching TV, and reading. My life? Not as bad as I might think.

So, I am going to try to hold onto this perspective throughout the year. It is not something to be remembered only once every 365 days.

Meanwhile, here is another picture of Violet. Why? Because she is adorable. And? Because she makes me smile.

Cheers!

Day 13815, &...

2009-09-09T23:56:00.002-05:00

I am not a president, but I play one on TV...

Day 13797, & I just noticed something strange...

2009-08-22T16:16:00.003-05:00

So, the way I see it, I have not written a blog post since the Fall, 2008.

Sure, I have posted some things, all silly. I would not consider whimsy to count as insight into my genius. I would consider it to be a lame attempt at maintaining the attention of my readers, both of them.

Anyway, what did I notice over the last few weeks of my hiatus? Well, I noticed that most of the blogs that I tend to give my attention to are also quite unattended. It would seem that EVERYONE is in a rut.

I can't help but wonder what is causing this universal writers' block. I would say it is the heat; but, speaking from my southern perspective, it has not been hot. I could blame work for my slump, except that I have plenty of free time to thrill you with the Real Adventures of Chris and Jay and Their Struggling Business.

Is it the economy? Doubtful. Blogging is free, after all.

I have been on a trip or two. I have had many a funny story to tell. I have keen political insights, enough to last for many months of posting. How long is this rut going to last, I wonder?

Is everyone busy trying to read the health care bill? That would be a reasonable excuse for leaving me without morning reading. Still, I suspect that this is not the case.

Well, I am going to wait it out. I am going to trudge forward and try to reclaim my burning desire to share the triviality that is my life.

I hope that everyone else finds a way to do the same.

And, mostly, I hope that I still have at least one of my two readers.

Day 13793, & I just have this...

2009-08-18T23:16:00.002-05:00

So, I have no time, but this is so funny to me...

And, there are more. All genius...

Days 13775-13777, & the recapturing of youth...

2009-08-07T23:29:00.006-05:00

So, it IS coming, the post about the All Points West festival last weekend. I just have to find the time to write it while I catch up on all the work I missed. I will get there, I promise. Meanwhile, enjoy these. One, I saw. One, I missed. And, check out the new music link to the right (my new theme song is Track 1, as I try to start re-engaging in the world of exercise...)

At least this is more of a post than Nat has mustered...

By the way, you know how you know I'm gay?

and

That's right, you know I'm gay because I DO like Coldplay...

(I just forgot that I did...)

Day 13717, & welcome to my nightmare...

2009-06-03T16:41:00.007-05:00

So, a few months back, Jay went to cook on one of those midday shows.

He hates doing TV but I require it of him once every 5 years or so. I would be happy to do it myself but it is the age of the chef.

Anyway, the following morning there was a message on the voicemail at work.

Wanna hear it?

You can imagine our surprise. Quite a strong opinion against ball caps. And, let me just say, it isn't like she was a Cubs fan and Jay was wearing a Yankees hat. It was a restaurant hat, official issue.

Anyway, I returned her call and left a very polite and professional message on her answering machine. I simply explained that she obviously didn't understand what kind of restaurant we were and that if she really took issue with our choice of hat wear, she might want to dine elsewhere.

Apparently, Jay was not satisfied by my approach. He called her back later that day. She answered. It seems that, in case you were unaware, that Jay is a "god damned punk" and Ms Koch is "quite the lady" and also likes to talk to her parole officer with that mouth, so thinks Jay, anyway...

My point? I had forgotten how armed and ready people are to criticize a new business. There are chips on all shoulders. The patio is too sunny. The butter is too rich. The French winelist doesn't have Kendall Jackson on it. My favorite? I DO NOT park in parking garages.

The result of these criticisms? I am worn down. I am tired. And, I am fed up. Time to shift my focus. Time to do what I know. Time to move forward and ignore these dipshits.

Time to make lemonade out of these lemonheads.

Listen up:

To give credit where it is due, one of our genius linecooks downloaded the message off the phone and did the remix himself. Our IT guy converted it to a video file so I could post it. I know my techno-limitations...

I miss everyone. And get ready, Dodge City 2009 is less than 1 month away.

Day 13684, & I swear this is the last non-post...

2009-05-02T00:00:00.003-05:00

So, I sooooooo owe this blog an honest to goodness update.

Yeah, well, anyway, I was at 3 Crow tonight having a beer on the first night that I left the restaurant early. Parents, I know you know the feeling- the first time you left the kid with a sitter.

Anyhoo, I called twice and texted once.

I forgot all about it though, when this song started. WOW!

I have my new training song!

I have registered in a time group for the P'tree and I am registered for the Middle Half in M'boro. Gotta get going yesterday! Damn, I am fat...

Meanwhile, I also bought some art this AM. Two pieces.

Life still seems sucky, but I am pulling through.

Hugs, bitches!

Day 13676, & again with the little things...

2009-04-23T23:51:00.003-05:00

So, when did Trent Reznor become a hottie?

I sit here watching NIN in HD and he looks fantastic.

I always forget about NIN. A shame.

However, to be fair and balanced, I must give equal time to what I consider the most respectable cover ever recorded.

Also, I should mention that the biggest JC fan I know, who should be here this weekend, is missed. Next year, for sure...

a real post soon, I promise...

Day 13671, & just a quick note...

2009-04-18T00:50:00.003-05:00

So, I have been invited to Coachella for the last few years and I can never go.

Always something.

This year, I really needed it, but certainly couldn't go.

My favorite band of the moment? Silversun Pickups. They played Coachella tonight.

Buy the new album so they will make another! Buy it NOW!

Word.

Day 13664, & maybe Spring is about to spring...

2009-04-11T16:38:00.003-05:00

So, when is the last time you listened to the B-52s?

It is very theraputic.

And, a bit nostalgic...

Day 13662, & nothing

2009-04-09T16:24:00.005-05:00

So, if this blog had any readers, I would expect that they were quite annoyed with my disappearance.

I had to put our dog, Murphy, to sleep a couple of weeks ago.

I have worked every day since November.

We finally got that money that the bankrupt developer owed us (last post)

The restaurant is not doing well, but the old one is keeping us afloat.

I have run one time since December.

Now that you are completely caught up, you should be able to see why I haven't been posting. I have nothing to say. My wit and sarcasm are offline due to some of the most difficult months I have experienced in years. I am at a loss for words.

I'm tired.
I'm stressed.
I'm worried.

Thanks for reading.

Day 13599, & WHAT THE F*@K!!!

2009-02-05T19:14:00.002-06:00

So, first, I submit Exhibit A.

And next, as Exhibit B, I will only say that the bankrupt developer owes us over 6 figures in tenant improvement allowances for our new restaurant.

Anyone want to visit? I think I need a hug...

Day 13592, & here I am...

2009-01-29T18:06:00.006-06:00

So, I just missed the one year anniversary of this blog.

I started writing on January 25, 2008. I used to post quite a bit more frequently. I used to feel like I had something to say.

My how things change...

I would like to make it official. I am now a victim of the failing economy. No, we are not going out of business. Yet. However, a Wachovia snafu with the developer of our building is messing up my cash management plan.

Let me say this. I hate banks. I especially hate LARGE banks. I bank at the Delta Community Credit Union. I cannot stand that we are sucked into the financial debacles of the floundering banks simply by association. Bitches!

Now, all said, I wouldn't really mind any of this if we were busier. In fact, a bit of default on the landlord's side would be quite handy in the long term. If we were busy, many of my worries would dissolve. But, we're not busy. We are the exact opposite of busy.

Imagine, if you will, how much it would suck to work 70 hours a week, every week. I know, I know. A LOT of people work this much on a regular basis. I have not had to do this since 2004. I have gotten spoiled. Meanwhile, imagine working 70+ hours, with absolutely nothing to do.

You see, a restaurant is a very boring place to be if there are not many customers dining in it. It leaves me with nothing but ridiculous amounts of very slowly moving time to think about how much food we are going to throw away this week. How much open wine are we going to lose? How much is this week's payroll going to hurt? How much business is our other restaurant doing?

Fortunately, the answer to the last question: quite a lot. Even more of my confusion is caused by the fact the the other place has proven to be quite recession resistant. Otherwise, this post would be a farewell post as I skipped town for a new life out west.

Ernest Turnbuckle, by the way, should you need to find me. Just don't tell anyone...

So, I have hired a PR company. That should help. And, the food critic's review should appear in next week's Scene. The jury is out on that one. I can usually tell, but I have no idea what she will have to say. Either way, free press is free and it is press.

Finger's crossed.

Meanwhile, it dawns on me that as I hit one year on the blogscape, I am also due for a running anniversary sometime soon. Though, I have to wonder: Can you have an anniversary after a nearly three month hiatus? Or, is it really more of a starting point? I have a feeling that my first attempts at regaining momentum will be met with much frustration and difficulty. And, I really hate difficult. Although, in the world of physics, I should have an easy time maintaining momentum, what with all my newly rediscovered "mass"...

Well, I can just sit back and hope that things begin to stabilize in the sooner, not the later. I can only hope that people decide to come in and try the pretty restaurant on the corner with the fabulous view of Nashville.

I can only hope I can maintain some level of sanity until we make it through all this.

Come on, 2010!

Day 13573, & I know that I suck...

2009-01-10T00:45:00.003-06:00

So, my blog is probably reader-less now. I deserve nothing more.

I am actually quite upset that I have failed to record all that has happened over the last few months. Honestly, I have accomplished so much. Sadly, day by day, it all seemed so trivial. And, as the recurring thread of my blog, the running, has been non-existent, I haven't had the driver that I need to write.

All said, the restaurant is indeed open. We opened it on Dec 16th, after a VERY rough test run on the 15th. Slow and steady will hopefully win the race. Hopefully, slow is the crucial ingredient of that phrase.

Otherwise, I have little to report. I have not run since November. I have not exercised since November. I am sooooo out of shape. I can tell my endurance is crap. I can tell I will have trouble with my first run.

I will be elliptical-ing next week in the AM to ease back into running. I will hate it. I will do it, begrudgingly.

I still want to run the CMM full at the end of April. I will definitely be good for the half, but I don't want to run a crowded half. I need to do the full. We'll see. Training will be a bitch. I will need to be back up to 20 mile weeks by the first week of February. Very little time left.

Speaking of very little time, I am going to try Charlie's training method. Elliptical, bike, and StairMaster. I recognize the importance of cross training. I just have no interest in it. I do, however, find some appeal in the idea that I can do this in the AM at the gym, quickly, each AM. After all, if the restaurant is open, I am there. This leaves me only Mondays and Saturdays for any runs of consequence. With only a day between them, this means 1 long run per week.

Again, we'll see...

I am sorry about abandoning the blog. I will try to pick it back up.

Later, bitches!

Day 13541, & I am just busy...

2008-12-09T07:24:00.005-06:00

So, anybody remember me?

More appropriately, anybody still reading this?

Not that there has been anything to read. When we last left off, I was throwing a tantrum. I am happy to report that the tantrum ended quickly. No time for that.

Anyway, I did go see Madonna again in Atlanta.

It was fantastic. Apparently, being right next to the stage makes a huge difference in the concert-going experience.

Here is another one. Isn't she tiny?

The show was pretty much identical to the Boston show, per usual. However, staring up Madge's nostrils made for a whole different experience.

When she tours again, I might have issues if my seat is not quite this good.

Meanwhile, despite my travels, the restaurant opens next week. I would post some current pics, but we seems to make a new mess each day. Rather than show you how the magic happens, I will wait until we are about to open the doors. Those pictures should be stunning.

And that concludes my post. Feel cheated? You should. There is so much more to expand upon, in graphic detail. I just don't have the time.

Oh, and I haven't run since the last week in November. Should make training interesting when it resumes next month. Need to get the miles back up...

Miss you!

Day 13507, & brace for impact...

2008-11-04T23:32:00.003-06:00

So, that might be a bit dramatic.

First let me say, I never drank the Kool-Aid.

That said, I don't despise our president elect. I am just not sold on his plans. I will also say that 2 years ago, as Jay and I planned for our new business venture, I did not envision this kind of CHANGE. Had I spoken to one of Dionne's psychic friends, I might have done things differently. I might have made different choices.

I am not going to be a sore loser. Yes, I said loser. I voted the other way. I voted with my business and my employees in mind. I voted fiscal. Call it selfish, but I call it realistic.

Those of you who are blue are probably still thinking that I am crazy for my choices. I am not going to defend them. I am not going to rethink them. They are, after all, my choices.

Likewise, I am not going to criticize the choices of my blue friends. I am actually going to hope that they are more visionary than I can be.

Meanwhile, I absolutely refuse to call this a "revolution." The connotations of that word, to me, are too extreme. I find that term offensive when used by people who only have themselves to blame for their situations. Trust me when I say I know quite a few...

I will hunker down and hope for the best.

P.S. The company holiday party is cancelled in leiu of my anticipated 2009 tax burden...

Day 13490, & the calm before the storm...

2008-10-19T09:32:00.011-05:00

So, Adam Sank was quite accurate in his last post. Blogging is a lot like exercise. Once you get out of the routine, it is very hard to pick it back up. I can easily equate the two because lately I have been desperately trying to rebuild my routine for both. Thankfully, the running is making far more progress than the blogging.

It is not like I don't have anything new to say. It is not like I haven't done anything worth talking about. It is just time better spent working, running, or, quite honestly, drinking beer at the bar.

But, for now, I will just give you a recap of my week, starting with some slow but measurable progress at the new restaurant.

Over the last week, the finishes have been appearing. Here is one of the banquettes in the dining room. I have to admit that I have been concerned about the longevity of this design, fearful that it would become dated too soon. After all, we designed the restaurant over two years ago. I don't even remember half of the finish choices and each day is like a little surprise.

Anyway, when I was in Boston (more on this later,) my hotel was undergoing a multimillion dollar renovation. They are using the same wood finishes. This tells me that we are ok, as I am sure that the Millennium Hotel paid somebody good money to make the same choices.

The bar is tiled, and the floors are almost all done. They are putting in the hardwoods this weekend and Monday should be quite eye-opening. I have learned not to get too excited though, as work always seems to be slow in the construction scenario. Perhaps, if people just came to work for more than a few hours a day. Or, if more than 2 people could show up at a time. Everybody seems to want something for nothing. But enough of that. This is not a political blog...

OK, so I went to Boston last Wednesday to see the Queen of all things gay. Now, you might be thinking that I went to see Cher. That assumption is fine, though wrong, if you are a purist. However, I went to see Madonna, the alternate Queen of Gay.

I woke up at 3:30 AM Wednesday to catch my flight at 5:40. Traveling first thing in the morning is always best. There is no time for delays to build up and snowball. I flew Delta, which meant I had to fly through Atlanta. As I boarded, they said the flight was full. No worries. That is, until the woman and her toddler were standing next to me, waiting for me to allow them into the neighboring seat. NOOOOOOOO! It is 5:30 and that child looks loud. It this an omen. Maybe I should get off the plane.

Fortunately, the kid slept for the short hour long jump. Therefore, so did I.

Next up, two hours in Atlanta. Why is the internet free in some airports and not in others? I think it is a traveler's first clue about the friendliness of a city. Anyhow, with no desire to pay 9 bucks to check my email, I read the paper and called Jay. He told me that there was about to be an announcement on GMA regarding Madonna. Oh shit! She is going to announce her divorce? What if the show is cancelled? How pissed am I going to be if, upon arrival at Logan, I find out that my trip was just an expensive tour of the airways?

Well, my guess was correct. She did announce her divorce. Quel surprise! My worries were unfounded, however. True professional that she is, the show must go on. Really, why would she cancel a show and refund the millions of dollars in ticket sales. After all, she isn't going to have Guy's income anymore. How will she get by on a single earner's salary? Poor Madge and her struggle...

So, I arrive in Boston and head to the hotel, check in, call Jay, and change clothes. I head down to the front desk to find out where I might want to go run. With a series of bad directions from the concierge, I head out and turn on Garmin...

Garmin doesn't like Boston. At least, he doesn't like the parts of Boston with tall buildings. Note, he definitely won't like Manhattan, so don't bother taking him.

I had counted on Garmin to keep me from getting lost. Clearly, he was lost and was going to be no help to me. I was on my own. I had taken 20 buck with me, just in case I needed a cab. Mainly, I was concerned about time. If I got lost, I would fall behind schedule. I needed a nap, food, and time to get ready for the Queen.

Also note, the sidewalks of Boston are not runner friendly. Those charming brick ones are pretty, but not ankle and foot friendly. Also, crowded sidewalks are like the start of a race. Shuffle, dodge, bolt, shuffle, dodge, bolt... Finally, I found Boston Common. Pretty, but hilly. Then some other park with a pond. Then, a bit late, I found...

the Charles River. Gorgeous! And, runners everywhere! Inspiring. And brief. I had to get back. Well, definitely tomorrow morning, I said to myself as I turned back. Through the parks and up the sidewalks I ran.

Sprain, shuffle, dodge, bolt... Not an effective cool down, I assure you. But I made it back without getting lost. So, all ended well.

Once I returned to the hotel, showered, and selected my outfit, I scrolled through countless emails in search of the one regarding my will call ticket. When I bought the ticket back in May, I was not given the option of having it mailed. I would assume this was to curb scalping. It also curbed my canceling the trip, as I wasn't going to eat the cost of the ticket and leave a 14th row seat empty. So, pro or con, I HAD to go see Madonna in Boston. I had no choice.

Just another good reason the restaurant is way behind schedule...

Anyway, the email said that there was some VIP function and that I should arrive 90 minutes early. Yuck on the 6:30 part. Intrigue on the VIP part. As I was by myself anyway, what could it hurt to go down to the show early? I headed out in search of food and drink. Sadly, as I hate oysters and didn't want to take a cab to any of the concierge's recommended spots, I ate at Houstons. Again, sad, I know. At least the bartender was way hot.

Then I headed towards the arena, and stopped at some pub called Hurricane something, blah, blah. The bartender had the personality of a limp salad, but the beers were good. I was limiting my intake, as I wanted to be sober for the show. Remembering the show after all the expense seemed a wise decision, after all. So, after 3 beers, I headed off to the show.

I picked up my tickets, and made my way to the VIP line. And I waited, and waited, and waited. While we watched others go off to their seats, we all waited. At 7:10 we were allowed to enter. And for what? Well, there was an open bar (that was NOT included in my drinking plan) and apparently there was food. And...

All that waiting for a few beers that I didn't need, and a messenger bag I will never use. I also got to carry the bag for the remainder of the evening, along with everyone else from the floor seats. Just what I wanted to keep up with. Oh well, maybe I can sell it on eBay someday.

I did get to meet some nice people while in line. Some guys from Vermont, and a couple from Europe. The guys from Europe just paid 100,000 for a surrogate and have a 7 month old baby. 100K? I guess there will be no baby for me...

At my seat, I met a guy who was seeing this show for the 6th time. CRAZY! 6 times in a month? $$$ and C.R.A.Z.Y. But at least he was able to tell me what was happening and when I could go to the bathroom without missing much (damn those extra beers!!!)

Apparently Paul Oakenfold was the DJ that opened the show. I, of course, had no idea. True to form, the show started late, way late, around 9:30. And it was fantastic.

Sorry about the annoying guy, but I searched for a clip that looked close to my seat. This was about right. As I said, I was close. The iPhone camera sucks, but...

I was this close. And it was amazing!

The show was 2 hours, and it is all a blur now. Not so much from the beers, but from sensory overload.

Good thing I am going again next month. Same seat, other side of the catwalk.

Again, good thing the restaurant is way behind schedule!

Post show, I was exhausted. Having been up for nearly 22 hours, I made my way back to the hotel area, stopped for a beer with the Vermont boys, and then off to bed to dream of Madge.

The next morning, I was a bit flu-like and, sadly, couldn't run. I packed, checked out, and met my former personal trainer for some breakfast and sightseeing. 3 hours and 5+ miles of walking and sightseeing. With my flu-like symptoms, this was not the enjoyable experience I had looked forward to, but Boston is gorgeous and I will go back.

Just not for the marathon anytime in the next few years...

Sorry about the most long winded and boring post ever. Just wanted to get it all in.

Cheers!

Day 13483, & a sigh...

2008-10-12T16:28:00.012-05:00

So, over the last several weeks, I have had to find a way to reconcile things in my head.

This is not to say that I normally don't look for order. I do enjoy everything being just so.

Again, control freak, remember?

It has been difficult to look at the election, the economy, the world, my place in it, blah blah blah.

And then...

I realized that pretty much everything can be justified by the concept of the yin and yang.

You cannot imagine how freaking excited I was to have a new way of looking at things.

It is always good to have an alternative outlook and, in all honesty, "people are stupid" was beginning to make me a bit depressed, a la Idiocracy...

So, again, I say find a new way to see the world.

I am not one to complain. Well, I am not one to complain about anything that is really bothering me. I will go on for days about the small stuff though. Anyway, business is down. Not horrible, bad, down. Just a bit down.

Ebb and flow...

As I had budgeted everything to be "just so" for the new restaurant, there was a certain expectation from the restaurant that already generated income. Apparently, creating expectations and budgets 2 years in advance does not work. I thought everything looked pretty keen back in 2006. Oops. But, it could be a lot worse, and I am thankful.

What goes up, must come down...

Bush is an idiot and the "rescue plan" was foolish. And that concludes my political rant.

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction...

And, with this new outlook, I will now tell you about my first 1/2 marathon experience yesterday. With 24 hours between me and disappointment, I am actually quite pleased with myself.

To remind you, as my post have been infrequent, I have been recovering over the last 2 months from a pretty nasty battle with my left shin. As a result, I have put plans of the marathon on hold indefinitely.

My diagnosis was shin splints. My speculation on the cause? Being in a rush. I was rushing to train, rushing to work, rushing to stretch. Rushing to get in 6 miles. Rushing all the time. Injury from said neglect and strain. Basically, stress hurt my leg, but at least it wasn't a stress fracture!

My last long run was on August 9th. It was 15 miles at a 9:40 pace. I remember it well because it was fantastic. Everything about it felt great. No pain, no fatigue. The next day, no pain. The next week, pain. The pain lasted awhile.

After many weeks and many PT sessions, I feel better. I started running again a month ago. My longest run has been 7 miles, two weeks ago. Slow. But, I had already registered for this 1/2, and I was determined to do it. How does one train for a Half Marathon in 4 weeks? They don't. I decided to rely on muscle memory and good sense.

I took Friday off from running and work. Got some stuff done, had some beers, went to bed at 8:30. I actually slept pretty well on the night before race day. Just one heart attack dream, where I think I was about to die. Otherwise, all good. In fact, I only had to get up for nature's call a few times that night, despite my fanatical over-hydration plan.

I got up at 4 am for coffee and cereal. This is my normal race day routine (only 2 other races, mind you.) This generally allows for nature to run its course and for me to wake up. I do not want to run while I still wish I was sleeping. That isn't me.

Two bowls of Cheerios, two cups of coffee. I got ready, collected my stuff, ran my checklist off in my head. All good. Only one thing left... One thing to do. And, of course, it wasn't going to happen before I left home. Oh well, nothing better than a lovely port-a-john experience in the AM...

So, I went to pick up Jerry and Carrie. She was running with me. Jerry had failed to register in time and had considered running as a bandit. He decided against it at the last minute but came along to cheer us on. This was good because he could hold the keys, camera, etc.

Murfreesboro is about 30 minutes outside of Nashville. As it was 5 AM on Saturday, there was not a hint of traffic. Enjoyed a Cliff Bar and a liter of Smart Water on the drive. And I tried to finish up my list of to-do's at a gas station before we got to the race. No luck. Oh well.

After some stretching, we were rushed over to the start by the PA guy. So, fresh as daisies, Carrie and I left Jerry to go find a spot in the mob. They claimed that there were 1700 people registered for the race. I didn't see them. I was determined that I was not going blast off from the start at some crazy pace. So, I wanted to start farther back, as to avoid a trampling. Carrie was not to into this idea, but she indulged me.

The race was supposed to start at 7. Based on the rushing us to the starting line, this seemed right. I am not clear why the gun went off at 7:15, but that's when we started.

I am no running genius. Just a regular one. My plan was to finish. I decided not to bring Garmin along on the race. I just wore my Polar. I figured that my heart rate would be my guide. As they also seemed to be sticklers for the no headphones rule, I had not brought iPod either. In fact, I had been running sans music all week, as practice. I do not like running so naked, but I will admit that it seems to help me maintain a steady pace.

Mile one, 9:45. Carrie is a dodger. I was happy in my spot. I also knew she had bigger goals for this race. I fell back and let her go on her way.

I hit mile 2 at 20 minutes, mile three at 30 minutes. I figured that if I could maintain that pace, I could just kick it up a bit towards the end and come in at a sub 10:00 pace. I even hit the half at 9:58 pace, and I felt fine. I had a GU around mile 5. All good. And then, we hit the highway. I can't say how long that stretch was, but I can say that it was god awful boring. It seemed like forever and I think it was also the beginning of the end.

Somewhere around mile 8, I think I wanted to quit. Well, mainly, I wanted to stop for a bathroom break. I also wanted to quit. I had lost about :30 of my pace at this point and I knew that I would not be able to gain my lost time at the end. I also decided that I needed a sports drink, but I was saving my PowerAde for the last 3 miles. I opted for an Accelerade at the water stop. IT WAS BLUE! What the fuck am I supposed to do with some nasty ass blue crap. They said it would be red in the email. Everyone knows that red is a far better flavor than blue. So much for that idea. I had another GU instead.

Then, I stopped. I must have pee'd for at least a minute and a half. And, DAMN, did I feel better for it. Miles 9 and 10 flew by. I got my second wind. Or my 7th. Whatever.

Meanwhile, I had started making up stories about people in my head. Mainly about the guy who would fly past me every 10 minutes, only to walk later so I would pass by him. Slow and steady wins the race, right? Anyway, I wondered what he was doing. His method seemed awfully odd. I wondered why all of these people were here. Me? No idea why I was there. I am still not really sure why I am a runner.

Anyway, halfway through mile 12, I walked. I thought I might just walk to the finish. Who cares. My time sucked anyway. And then I saw him. I saw the guy from the 4th of July 10K. The one that kept passing me, but walked up all the hills. I always caught back up to him when he would have to walk. We chatted on the 4th about the hills downtown. He didn't know that route was hilly. I laughed. I am not sure if he beat me on the 4th.

So, I saw him in that last mile, walking. I started "running" again as I passed him. I confirmed his identity as THAT guy, and spoke of the hilly 4th of July run. Then I told him that since this route was completely flat, he should be running, not walking, to the finish. His response: "Yea, but this is a lot longer."

That was all I needed. I finished at a steady shuffle, all the way to the finish. And I beat that guy.

Final time: 2:17:20, or 10:29 pace.

89/130 age group

431/647 sex

675/1298 overall

And, yes, I will certainly do it again. And next time will be a sub 2:00 finish.

Day 13482, & it's done...

2008-10-11T11:39:00.003-05:00

So, I finished my first half marathon.

Sadly, it took my something like 2:17

I am not happy with my time, but I am happy it is done.

I am happy that I finished.

I am also happy that I didn't die, which really was a fear for a moment overnight.

More later.

Day 13481, & sink or swim...

2008-10-10T20:22:00.002-05:00

So, it is 10.5 hours to go-time...

Yep, I am about to hop in bed for my 4 am wake-up. Tomorrow, the Murfreesboro Half Marathon.

Injuries and fears aside, I am excited. In reality, I am nervous about my first long race.

Goals?

1: Finish

2: Finish sub 10:00 miles

3: Finish sub 2:00

In August, Goal 3 was actually the primary one. My, how things change!

Fingers crossed...

Day 13478, & it has been a really long time...

2008-10-07T18:15:00.004-05:00

So, I realize that it has been almost a month since I wrote an entry here.

It is not that nothing has gone on. I have moved my office, continued to build a new restaurant, resumed my training, and escaped any real impact in this recession, thus far, anyway... I even managed to get by on less than 1/2 a tank of gas during the great gas shortage of late September, 2008.

I should mention, I have managed all of these things for quite some time without any rescue plans from the government. But, if they are looking to amend the plan, free free to throw a couple million my way. Or, perhaps a few billion to the airline industry. They are not really asking, but I hear they have needed it for quite some time. They must have relied too heavily on sub prime mortgages, or fuel, I can't remember...

I have been busy. Not too busy to write an entry here. Just too busy to notice everything happening around me. Too busy to observe. Too busy to care.

I don't like being busy. Busy is not easy to control. Busy sucks!

I LOVE being in control.

Imagine how I must feel now. I have a contractor and an architect moving along on a seven digit restaurant, spending money like it is someone else's. I have given our GM the reins at the first place. I have been working out of boxes in my new home "office,' which I can't even deduct on my tax return, because we all know that a "home office" deduct is a guaranteed audit...

Basically, it is like I am homeless. And let me tell you, the world is a scary place.

It is especially scary when you know you can't run away from the threats. Trust me when I tell you, I can't run.

Trust me when I say that the Murfreesboro Half this Saturday is a really big threat. 6 weeks ago, no sweat. 6 weeks ago, I planned to run it sub 8:45 pace.

Now, 6 weeks and a killer shin splint later, I plan to run it, at some pace, and hopefully finish. Now, 6 weeks later, my longest run since August has been a crappy 7 miler at a 10:00 pace. Now, it seems to be a struggle to stay over 20 miles a week.

But hey, 13.1 miles should be great! At least it is FLAT...

If nothing else I will finish, I will defeat the 13.1, to prove that I can. Besides, what else do I have to do Saturday morning before noon? Please, let me be finished before noon...

Happy birthday, Catherine! Happy birthday, Stick!

Day 13468, & it is coming...

2008-09-27T21:47:00.003-05:00

So, eventually, I will get a new post written.

I am moving. Well, not so much moving, as removing...

We are dropping our lease on office/storage space.

I have been packing, trashing, and cleaning for the last 6 days.

All for not, really, as I will have to find somewhere to put it all.

So, yeah, you can read a new post when I get to it.

Meanwhile, piss off!

XXXOOO,

Bitter

Day 13452, & a recollection...

2008-09-11T20:44:00.012-05:00

So, I have a few tears in my eyes.

I was completely caught off guard just now, as I watched the first few minutes of 102 Minutes that Changed the World on the History Channel. I don't usually watch the 9/11 stuff. Well, not in the last few years, anyway.

I warn you, this is the floodgate post. I am letting out some of the overflow. Beware!

Tonight, for whatever reason, I watched a 9/11 home video compilation. BIG MISTAKE...

Today marks the 7 year anniversary of the attacks. 2557 days have passed. The restaurant has been open for almost 5 years. That seems like ages. The 7 years since 9/11? A bit like yesterday.

I was the GM at Pleasant Peasant in Atlanta on 9/11/01. Jay was the KM. I was off that morning. Jay, true to form, had gone to work in the pre-dawn hours. When I woke up, I went through the usual motions.

I dragged myself out of bed (much easier to do back then; no running pains) and made my way by the TV, turned it on, and went to the coffee pot. I saw the fire in the North Tower. I thought nothing of it. Well, nothing substantial. Nothing compared to what would become. I called Jay. I told him a plane flew into a tower. I thought "small plane." An unfortunate accident.

And, what else was I doing?

I was thinking that Murphy needed a haircut. Yeah, I was calling the pet groomers in Ansley Mall when the South Tower was struck by the 2nd plane. I thought it was a replay. I thought it was the one plane, new footage. Still sad, but not the same. Instead, I thought I would drive my dog to the groomer.

I got to hear the world fall apart on 99X, with Barnes, Leslie, and Jimmy on my way to Ansley Mall from East Atlanta.

So, is THIS suddenly the gayest post ever???

Nope. Just that part of it...

I dropped off the dog. By then, I already felt like a schmuck. Now? I knew what was happening. Yet, still? I dropped off the dog. Well? They took him! It wasn't just me with a whacked sense of priority...

The south tower collapsed while I was in my car on my way home. I am glad I didn't see it right away. I got an audio preview, a warning. I got home and called Jay. He was a block from the Bank of America tower in Atlanta. They were evacuating (the tower, not the Pleasant Peasant.) I wasn't really worried. Downtown Atlanta? Not quite the target... But still? Nobody was going out for lunch...

Around noon, I suddenly started thinking of my friends. My best friend Lori and her husband. My friend Catherine (not to be confused with my other friend, Catherine.) Oh my! What is going on? Jamie, Lori's husband, was in finance. Why wouldn't I assume the worst? He worked for Lehman Brothers then, I think. I called Lori's mom. She was ok, so was Jamie. I got an email from Catherine later that afternoon. All good.

Have I ever mentioned that my dad was a pilot? Yeah, he flew for Delta until 2004.

Like a good son, I realized that I had no idea where he was. I realized this at about 4 pm that day. Oops! As it turns out, at 4 pm, he was sitting in the captain's seat of a parked 767 on the side of a runway in Nova Scotia. Funny how the mind works. The things you forget. The people... Your dad...

Inventory was done. Everyone I knew was safe. I felt better. Still, there wasn't any sinking in. I still didn't get it. I still don't get it. It is really hard to wrap my head around it. I sat on the couch all day that day. I stared at the TV, I knew there was a big change coming.

I had to go pick up the dog. Jay went with me. Again, in the event of a new-world-order-type event, do not take your dog to the groomer...

My friend Lori was a teacher. Her school was the closest one to the WTC, if I remember correctly. I saw the school on a later visit. It was close. Her story is fantastic. Seven years later, I think she hates to tell it. She is a New Yorker now. It is more personal for her. She isn't at all removed.

She evacuated a school, and by happenstance, the financial district. The kids ran fast to Battery Park. The adults needed some guidance. She guided...

My dad? He was over the Atlantic, on his way home from Europe with 200 passengers. They got diverted. He heard all the other aircraft diversions on the radio. Still no info, just worry. Something is very wrong. I will always say, though, that we owe a great deal to the northern neighbors. They took great care of people like my dad for days.

So, today, I was caught off guard. I cried about 9/11 for the first time in years. Why? New footage? New perspectives? Maybe. I don't know why but I feel a bit more human for it. And, I had a sudden thought.

7 years ago, my best friend was running down a dust filled street. She spent the rest of the day trying to find her husband, her friends, her house...

And now, 7 years later, I will bet she has a whole new way of looking at 9/11...

I have to wonder how this will change her perspective. I know that many of you already know the answer to this question.

I probably won't ever know this feeling. This is a perspective that is not in the cards for me.

Am I jealous? Am I grateful? I dunno.

But, I do have to watch out for little Violet...

Vote right, people...

Day 13451, & I have given up running...

2008-09-10T07:10:00.008-05:00

So, that headline might be somewhat misleading.

I have given up running, on the treadmill, for now, anyway...

I have spent the last month trying to heal. I have also tried to figure out what caused this injury to begin with.

The usual suspects:

Pronating feet

Flat feet

Dehydration

Aggressive increase in mileage

Lack of rest/recovery time

Inadequate cross training

The new players:

Working on my feet in non-running, pronate like crazy, dress shoes

Treadmill

I have realized that my treadmill time had increased pre-injury. It was hot. I also found it much easier to do my tempo and interval training on the treadmill.

Now, as the discomfort comes and goes, I can tell that it is worse after the treadmill than after the road. Also, I can't seem to run comfortably after a long shift on the floor at work.

So, first, I have decided that I am a morning, street runner. This should help me rule out a few of the possibilities. And, quite honestly, I don't think that I will miss the treadmill at all. Well, maybe next July I will miss it a bit when I am forced up at 5 AM to beat the heat, but whatever...

I have managed two runs this week. Both on the Greenway. Both at a sub 9:45 pace. I ran 3.2 miles yesterday and 4.1 today. I wasn't going to run today, but I had gotten worked up this morning and needed to get out and clear my head.

I think the solitude of running is what I have missed the most.

I iced my legs down like crazy after each run. I also timed my stretching. No cheating, no rushing. So far, so good. A bit sore, but it feels like normal sore, not injury sore.

Can I say how excited I feel to have my old friends back in the morning? I will welcome back morning soreness and difficult stair navigation with open arms. It has seemed quite odd to be able to walk like a normal person before 8 AM. (I almost called it morning stiffness, heehee...)

Anyhoo, a boring post to read, I am quite sure. An exciting one to write, I assure you.

Tomorrow, the gym. Elliptical and weights. Boring, but necessary. I am also in dire need of more core work, as today's run seemed to take aim at my lower back (a new one.) Again, not injury, just more of a reminder of the great importance of core work.

Oh, and my heart rate? Crazy high. Oh, what a difference a month can make.

I hope it works the other way, too...

Day 13446, & the end of wonder week...

2008-09-05T17:12:00.014-05:00

So, I am a bit lazy on the blog posts lately, I know.

I have been busy. That is not a good excuse though. I have also been frustrated with the new restaurant, the existing restaurant, the existing political climate, my injury, etc...

As my last post was just a long, drawn out whining rant, I thought it best to take a time out.

Anyway, I am here now, writing a post, so let us move on.

Over the last 5 years, many a famous person has graced the restaurant's door.

Alan Rickman came in one night for dinner with his wife. They were lovely. The staff enjoyed compiling a list of all of his work. There was a lot of it. They had a hell of a time getting a cab back to The Hermitage and Greg was going to drive them himself. Imagine his disappointment when the cab showed up...

And, Keith and Nicole have been in for a few brunches, but that really doesn't count. Country music folk are bound to pop up here. It is Music City, after all. Again, nice people.

Now, there have been a few very exciting celebs over the last five years, too.

The night that Lily Tomlin came in for dinner, I went up to the restaurant to see her. Who wouldn't? She was in one of the greatest movies of all time, you know.

I sent Lily a bottle of wine. Of course, she invited me over for a thank you. And, what a kind, gracious person she was....

And speaking of great movies...

I absolutely meant to ask Dolly Parton if she happened to know when Jane Fonda was going to come in for dinner. It would have been great to know that all three of them had eaten at my little restaurant. However, due to a glitch in my judgment, I was unable to ask said question, as somebody wandered up to Ms. Parton with a Sharpie and some CDs. That is a story for another time.

I had not ever given any thought to Lynda Carter being a guest. I was nothing but surprised when she was in last Sunday. Turns out, she was here to rehearse for her show in Atlantic City. As it also turns out, one of my 3 Crow Bar friends, Cowboy Keith, was doing the sound for her. Once again, a tiny world.

What I didn't know, however, was that she really liked the restaurant, and also liked me. I guess my you know, I have the pilot episode of Wonder Woman on my iPhone comment was fairly original/memorable.

So, when Lynda Carter suggested that they have dinner from the restaurant, Cowboy figured that I might like to deliver it personally, 2 nights in a row.

Yep, I got to hang out at the studio with Lynda Carter, and the band, for a couple of hours over the last 2 evenings. Sure, it was partly work, but only in that I drove the food over and collected money. The remaining time was spent just hanging out with my buddy, Wonder Woman.

And let me tell you, it was freaking amazing! It was like a childhood dream come true, except that apparently Lynda Carter is not really Wonder Woman and she also doesn't have an invisible jet. Beyond those little differences? She might as well be the same person I used to watch on TV.

I should also mention that there is a very fine line between being a devoted fan and being a crazy stalker. I have been walking that line all week. According to some, if you are able to describe, in detail, the differences in the Wonder Woman costume from season one (ABC) to season two (CBS), you might be obsessed. If you are able to discuss the fact that her belt was never taken away from her after season one, you might be crazy. If you know more about Wonder Woman than the woman who played Wonder Woman? You might be a stalker...

I did learn a few things though. Like the most dangerous stunt she ever performed for the show. Apparently, Lynda almost got fired once, for taking control of a shoot at the end of a day. When she described the shoot, I knew the episode (I know- Crazy)

Apparently, they were not able to get the camera angle right to film the stunt double. So, as daylight was fading, Lynda stepped up. And, as the stunt double had wandered off with the safety harness, Lynda did it free form. You can see the double running, but the rest is all Lynda. Crazy lady. I knew she was a bad ass!

Anyway, I really had a great time! She was very tolerant of my star struck behavior. She referred to me as cute, adorable, and sweet. She promised to come visit me again when she is in town next time. I hope that is true.

So, this is the end of my Wonder Week. Here is a little tribute, if you are not already about to vomit...

Day 13437, & I might cry soon...

2008-08-27T21:36:00.006-05:00

So, I still can't run.

I tried today. I went to the gym. I stretched for 15 minutes. I did 2 miles on the elliptical machine. I moved to the treadmill and warmed up for 5 minutes. And then, I tried to speed up. The limp came in about 3 minutes, at a 10:00 minute pace.

I will miss my 10K next Monday. I will not be trained to race the Murfreesboro Half, even if I am healed properly. And the full, well, why bother thinking about that now. I can't even run to the end of my street...

I am unable to run, race, train. I am currently unable to let go. Unable to escape.

Meanwhile, Biden just said, in his convention address, that if you try, you will succeed. BULLSHIT! I tried to run today, but I didn't succeed.

That is a post for another time...

Ever notice that I try to stay clear of the politics here?

I have also been interviewing managerial candidates for the new restaurant. Almost all are mediocre. A few are passable.

One of the decent ones? Yeah, he sent me a rejection letter today. Mind you, I did NOT offer him a position yet. I don't know that I would have. Neither here nor there, though. He told me no. Nice...

So, I might cry soon.

I am going into what might be one of the most difficult moments of my life. I am not bitching. I am stressed. I am scared.

I am learning.

When we opened the last one, we had nothing to lose. This time is different.

I am learning fear.

Scary.

I am done here.

Wonder what the "messiah" is going to do for me...

Day 13435, & get ready for it...

2008-08-25T19:09:00.016-05:00

So, this could very well be the gayest post I have ever posted. God help us!

Yesterday was a typical day for me. And then, I woke up...

Saturday was a rough night. It was a nice night . I went to 3 Crow to watch a Kenyan win the Olympic Marathon. OK, I actually went to see how all the non-Kenyans would do. Yea, America! 9th and 10th? Pretty good, since they were mainly behind the crazy-fast African runners. And really? 2:11:59? Still ridiculous fast...

Now, the problem with watching the marathon at a bar? Beer. Don't get me wrong. Beer is NEVER a problem. However, the "flu" I caught from all the "marathon watching" was a bit of a problem. When Jay got up for brunch Sunday at 5, I was not feeling so well.

No worries though, as I got to go back to sleep for what I decided would be 3 and a half hours. Plenty of time to rest away my "flu-like" symptoms.

And then, at 6, the phone rang? It was Jay. Why? Because some no good, lazy ass, dip shit, fuck face decided to break into our outdoor, walk-in cooler at the restaurant for the second time in a month.

Nothing was taken this time. Clearly, the new alarm sensor we had installed did the trick. I hope he pee'd himself. Last time, by the way, as I just realized that I didn't post about it, he got about 600.00 worth of steaks. Still very suspicious, if you ask me...

Anyhoo, the day started out pretty lousy: tired, slightly "influenza'd," with a still-way-too-sore-left calf. So, I went in to work to deal with my least favorite shift of the week. I love brunch, don't get me wrong. I love to eat brunch. I do NOT love to work brunch. Huge difference!

So, here is the teaser. Of course, if you saw yesterday's FaceSpace updates, you already know who is in Nashville for a visit.

Now, as I said, I went into work, a bit grumpier than usual. And, knowing that we would have to deal with the lock, bar, etc., on the cooler, I knew that the day would not have a pleasant ending either. Jay would not make it to the gym. Jay would not make it to any open houses. (No, we aren't looking for a house. He just likes them.) And Jay? He is just as much a creature of habit as I am. And when Jay can't go through his routine? Yeah, it affects me, too...

Also, to add insult to "injury," Sundays are usually my recovery run day. Easy, pretty, enjoyable runs on the greenway. My favorite of the running days. But not now. In fact , with no substantial running in weeks due to this stupid injury, I was even more agitated...

What could salvage this day?

You ready for it?

Yes, guessed it. I met Wonder Woman yesterday!

Now, let me explain. I am pretty much consumed by Madonna. I am dying to be friends with Kelly Ripa. I will lose it if Reese Witherspoon ever graces my restaurant's doorway. All that said...

I have had a thing for Wonder Woman since I was 7! Lynda Carter trumps them all. Granted, now, at this point in my life, I have a whole different outlook on it. Wonder Woman means a whole different thing to the 36 year old gay man than it does to the pre-pubescent, not-yet-orientated young 'un. But you know what? She is one hot 58 year old!!!

When she got out of the car, right out front, I thought I might vomit. Instead, I opened strong.

You know, I will just say, I actually have the pilot episode of Wonder Woman on my iPhone.

Really, I do have it on my iPhone. I swear.

She high fived me.

Later, when I felt it appropriate, I checked their table. All good. Lynda offered to autograph my phone, but thought it seemed silly.

It has a case. You can sign it.

Apparently, she was kidding.

I regained my composure. I have to be a professional. I can't get caught up with all the celebrity. So, when she left, I thanked them all (4-top) for coming in. They all seemed to have enjoyed themselves. I looked at her and apologized for all the gushing. She looked at me, said not to worry, and then she leaned in. I saw it coming, and I just tried to stay balanced, as my knees were about to give...

Yep, I got kissed on the cheek by Wonder Woman. And, it was AWESOME!

Wonder Woman saved me.

Well, at least, she definitely saved my Sunday!

I came close, but I never got the nerve to ask for a photo op. Just too inappropriate. So, instead, I snapped a bunch of pictures through the door, all discreet like...

Meanwhile, last week:

1 mile running, 1 mile walking, 1 trip to the doctor.

This week:

We'll see. Physical therapy tomorrow...

Oh, and congrats to Lori and Jamie and their new one, Violet. Its about time!!!

Day 13432, & I am not broken...

2008-08-22T07:45:00.003-05:00

So, I do not have a stress fracture.

I DO have shin splints. Posterior shin splints. Well, actually, I have shin splint...

Now, I have had shin splints before. These, as it turns out, were anterior shin splints. Apparently, there are different kinds of shin splints. Who knew? Not me.

Anyway, I really liked Dr. Smith. He was patient with my injury narration, my medical opinions, and my defense of mileage. He also seemed somewhat sympathetic to my need for an explanation that suited my needs.

I questioned the injury, now going on 10 days hurting. He explained that the other muscles weren't doing their job, allowing these micro tears in the tissue. This also explains why my right shin/calf was so quick to recover last month. As I have said, my right side? Strong. My left? Not strong.

Causes?

Well, the weak muscle issue is a natural assumption (also suggested my Nat when she talked about the mysterious shin muscle that begins to develop over time.) Overuse, but also poor stretching. And, low arches or flat feet. He did not mention over-pronation, but that always seems to be a usual suspect.

Solution?

I sat there, dreading the word. I knew it was bound to come up. And then, like ripping off the band aid, I asked:

So, just rest then?

No, not really. Thank god! Actually, he said a better stretching program, more recovery in my schedule, ice, and some massage. He seemed big on the stretching. I have always considered myself a responsible stretcher. He did show me one stretch for my issue that I didn't know.

Prescription?

I have 8 physical therapy appointments. Yes, I get 8 insurance paid sessions with a PT for shin splints. Am I gonna go? Yep. At least a few times. Some stretching, some assessment of my abilities, and maybe a bit of massage. Yeah, I can go for that...

So, in a nutshell, I am still able to run. Once I feel up to it, rather once my leg feels up to it, I am free to continue my training. Based on my soreness this morning, I think it is definitely time to get back into it, or into something. My legs are getting tight. It is that lazy kind of tightness, the kind that needs exercise.

My first PT appointment is Tuesday. I will stay off the road till then. I will stick with my enemy, the elliptical. Just in case...

I am not sure what this will do to my training plan. I am out 2 weeks. I am going to wait and make that call once I get back out there. I am going to have to reduce my mileage at first, building it back sensibly. We'll see...

BTW, what's up with the women's 20K walk? They look like aliens. It gave me nightmares. All that said, they are still fast. I just don't get the point.

Day 13429, & I am going to the doctor...

2008-08-19T17:42:00.003-05:00

So, maybe it is psychological...

Maybe, it is paranoia...

Whatever it is, it hurts.

I tried to run today for the first time in a week.

My last run? Last Monday. Interval training. According to my shoe guy, my recovery time from the long run was way too short. That makes sense. Now.

As I have mentioned, I had a right shin/calf issue after the 4th of July 10K. It lasted the duration of my trip to Kansas. This was also unfortunate because running is pretty much the only activity I had planned for in Kansas. Anyway, I got one decent run in after the race, and then the pain. I took it easy on my return home. I used the elliptical that week and the problem went away.

When I noticed a similar shin/calf pain last week in my left leg, I implemented the same treatment. Elliptical and rest. I bought new shoes and consulted with my guy. I felt good about my plan.

And then, it dawned on me a few days ago, as it still hurt to get out of bed first thing. What if I have a fracture? What if I am doing further damage?

Where would I get this idea? Charlie. Because, as you might also know, it is easy to assume other people's symptoms. It is easy to wonder if it can happen to me...

My leg feels tender, not painful. Except when I run. Then it hurts.

My run today was at the Greenway. I stretched for 15 minutes. I started at a slow, easy pace. I picked it up to a still conservative 9:30 pace. At 1 mile, I noticed I was almost limping. So, I stopped and walked. And the pain was worse. It took me 20 minutes to walk the mile back.

But I didn't cry.

I got home, and looked up sports medicine. Again, I am going to TN Orthopaedic Alliance, home of the TN Titans' doctors. I checked out all the doctors ahead of time though. I picked Dr. Smith. No. Dr. Stuart Smith. Why? Cause he's a runner. And? Also a doctor. He should know what I need to do. Right?

I guess it is elliptical and core again tomorrow. I will say that these injuries are really focusing me on my core work again. Much need core work, I might add.

As I sit here and write this, I am not in pain. I am fine, unless I run, or apply pressure just behind the inner shin bone.

My appointment is Thursday...

Day 13426, & happy birthday, Esther...

2008-08-16T21:48:00.009-05:00

So, one of the top 5 women in entertainment turned 50 today...

This was 2 years ago.

Yeah, I was right there, next to the horsey. Believe me, nothing jiggled. She is amazing hot!

Meanwhile, we have exhibit B.

"Karate, Karate, put your hands all over my body..." (Should be funny to only one person, I think...)

This birthday observation is interesting why? Besides, that it just is?

Because today, it just so happened that the Olympics' Women's Marathon was won by a 38 year old woman, setting a new age record. And, you know what? Her name is Dita. And you know what else? She is the fucking mistress tonight!!!

Congrats to Romania and to Constantina Tomescu-Dita, with a freakish pace under 5:45!

And also, snaps to Radcliffe for her finish. I haven't even been able to start.

And, of course, Happy Birthday, Madge! Can't wait to see you soon, from the 16th row! Twice!

Hugs and birthday/marathon winning beers, bitches!

Day 13424, & I love to eat foot...

2008-08-14T22:04:00.007-05:00

So, I basically whined my way through my last post.

I am not apologizing.

Just acknowledging.

And feeling a bit guilty.

I am upset about soreness. But. There are worse things. I promise.

And no, I am not talking about how hard it would be to run if I had flipper feet like some people. BTW, of course, I AM jealous! Who isn't?

Anyway, I went and got new shoes today. What kind? The same. Once again, I went to Robert for shoes, and free medical advice. I discussed my speed issues. He discussed the flaws in my training plan.

Everybody is different. Everyone has an opinion.

Mine?

Take Nat's and Robert's opinions and mush them together, along with my own training plan.

NO MORE YUCHY SPEED WORK!

Yea, me!

Not really, but sort of. Robert said I wasn't getting enough recovery time. Nat said I just needed to avoid injury. I explained to Robert that my goal was only sub 4:00. I also explained that I was now counting on race day magic and mostly the fact that Nat would be bossing me through the whole race, I hope.

His thoughts?

Well then, listen up!

Dammit!

Day 13423, & I am not an athlete...

2008-08-13T07:54:00.003-05:00

So, this week marks one year of gym membership. Therefore, this week also marks my first year of actually following through at my attempt to be physically fit. Ironically, it also seems to represent what I am beginning to see as a failure.

As I have always known, I am quite competitive.

I am also quite the perfectionist.

Mainly though, I am quite the addict. I have a very addictive personality. Just ask the bartenders at my local watering hole. I have no hobbies. I have addictions.

That said, when I am unable to get my fix, I get grumpy and a bit whiney. (Note, that is your warning about this post...)

I started running in February. I started quite aggressively. This resulted in what I remember as temporary paralysis. I could barely walk for weeks. So, despite my need to run, I stayed away from the treadmill for several weeks. Eventually, I eased back into exercise, on the elliptical machine until my legs trusted that I wasn't going to wreck them again.

Then, I tricked them back into running. And, I took it back up at a much less aggressive rate. This new approach did not result in pain, injury, or the sidelines. Instead, I quickly became one of those people. You know, one of those runner people. Everyone knows one. Running, blah blah, blah.

No, I have to go. I can't stay up late. I have to get up in the morning for a run.

You know, if you didn't smoke, you would have a much easier time exercising.

Ask me how far I ran today.

and so on...

Then, as I improved my endurance, I realized that I could easily finish a half marathon. And, when I ran 13.1 miles for the first time, and didn't die, I realized that I could probably train to run a full marathon.

Now, I know that I could run a full marathon. I might not enjoy running one, but I know that I could do it. However, the competitive spirit still lives here. Therefore, if I am going to run a full marathon, I am going to run it. Now, I don't mean crazy run, like in less than 3:00, or even less than 3:30. I think a sub 4:00 first marathon will be ok with my competitive side.

So, with an introductory understanding of my psyche, imagine my disappointment. It seems that I have trouble with speed.

I am 3 and a half weeks into a 16 week marathon training program, and again, I am sore. Well, I am not sore, but my left calf is quite sore enough for the both of us. It is now suffering from the same affliction that the right calf battled through a few weeks ago. Only, true to form, my right side is quite the champion. It always rallies quickly. Because? My right side is stronger. This is something I know. I have been battling left-side inferiority for the duration of my current, year long exercise regimen.

My medical diagnosis? At first, I thought tendonitis. I have never had tendonitis and I have never had this kind of pain. That seemed to be a rational correlation, in my medical opinion. But then, after consulting my medical journals, aka Google, I now think it is calf strain due to over pronation.

My solution, more new shoes. Well, new shoes and a conversation, read scolding, with my buddy at Team Nashville. I am assuming that when I point to the affected area, inside calf, right behind the shin bone, he will know what is wrong. And the shoes? Well, I want new shoes. Who doesn't? But, I am also thinking that my original pair have over 400 miles on them. Definitely time to retire them from running.

Why speed? (Remember, 4 ranting paragraphs prior?) Well, I have no issues after running distances. The issues come after interval and tempo runs. The issues come when I run any distance at a sub 8:45 pace. Sometimes it takes a day, sometimes two. It happened to my right leg after my last 10K. It happened to my left, again, this week after my interval run.

5X1000m at 8:30, with 9:40 recoveries mixed in. 7.4 miles on the treadmill doing intervals and now I can't run. Last week, I noticed the same problem after 20 minutes at 8:40 in the midst of an 8 mile tempo run on the treadmill. Maybe it is the treadmill? No, I doubt it.

Am I destined to be an over 4:00 marathoner? I don't think I would like running for over 4 hours. I still have doubts that I will like running over 3 hours. I know I like running for 2:00 to 2:30. At least I can still have that 15 mile run.

So, last week's training:

Monday- 5 miles, treadmill, interval

Tuesday- 5 miles, treadmill, hill setting for 2 miles, steady 9:15-ish

Wednesday- 8 miles, treadmill, tempo

Thursday- Elliptical, 3 miles, cross training

Friday- Nothing! Rested. Whatever...

Saturday- 15.1 on the road, some hills and bridges, 9:47 pace, no walking

Sunday- 4 miles, greenway, flat, easy 9:22, despite my efforts to run it slower

And yes, lots of icing down, stretching, etc., so I don't think the problem lies with my care giving abilities. My legs are not neglected...

Day 13417, & I thought I might take Nat's advice...

2008-08-07T09:34:00.002-05:00

So, apparently some people get a bit impatient when you don't post
enough for her liking. As a result, she might start offering
ridiculous suggestions about where and when you can and should write
your blog entries.

I disagree with this attitude, but only as it applies to me. If I am
having coffee and computer time, you had better posted a new entry for me.

However, despite my objections, I am trying out the Mail-to-blogger
approach.

If I am unhappy with the result, this might be my last post from the
phone. Genius as the iPhone is, it is not good for accessing Blogger...

Day 13415, & quite a few other days, too...

2008-08-05T08:20:00.006-05:00

So, if running details bore you, then this isn't the post for you.

After being sidelined for a bit after July's 10K, it took me awhile to get back into the routine of my training. Once my leg stopped giving me trouble, it got hot and our manager left town for 8 days. Any change in my routine always seems to throw me off. Having to close the restaurant at night and still get up early to beat the heat? Not a good way to prepare for a run. I like sleep. I require a minimum of 7 hours on average.

As a result, I have a new friend. Mr. Tread Mill. I used to find the gym runs to be dull. Now, with highs in the mid 90s, I think they are quite, well, cool.

Now, I still manage to get out on the street, but I try to get that started in the mornings, no later than 7. If I can't drag myself out of bed by 6:15, then forget about an outdoor run. Suddenly, I am beginning to understand why all the marathons are in the non-summer months.

Anyhow, I used up all my free weeks. Now, if I really want to run the Chickamauga Full in November, I have to keep with the program. This is discipline that I don't really have. I have really enjoyed running. I am enjoying it less as something required. Again, as I have said before, things are not as enjoyable when they are mandatory.

I am managing to push through the hard days. It is proving more difficult to hold back sometimes on the "rest" days but I am. All said though, I am still having trouble getting into the middle to upper portion of the weekly mileage ranges of my schedule.

I am not a fan of the bare minimum...

So, my runs have been decent. I still haven't learned how to used my Polar watch properly on the indoor runs. I need to read the instructions so that I can retrieve the info afterwards. Needless to say, I just get home and write the mileage down, with little other info. This is proving to be beneficial. I am becoming a little less obsessed with pace and time. I am learning and working on endurance and stamina. I trust that speed will come on its own, with help from hills and my plan.

Week 16 (2 weeks ago) was a bit of a wipe out, for the reasons outlined at the start of this post. I had a great tempo run and a decent long run of 12.5 through Nashville. I totaled out at 28.5 though, due to 2 days of no running. What can I say? I was tired and I was busy.

Week 15 (last week) was much better:

Monday- 3 miles, treadmill, slow and easy (rest day)

Tuesday- 8 miles, treadmill, interval, averaged around 9:00 pace

Wednesday- 6.7 miles, treadmill, hill level 8

Thursday- 5 miles, Greenway, supposed to be tempo, but I ran outta gas after 3 miles and ended at a 10:00 overall pace

Friday- 3 miles, treadmill, easy

Saturday- 13.1 miles, 9:30-ish pace (10:00 with stops) medium hilly city run. I was going for 15, but failed to adjust my route properly. And face it, after 13.1 miles, in the heat, how am I going to run past my house to tack on more miles?

Sunday- 3 miles, slow and easy neighborhood run

Total- 41.8 miles

I am still questioning whether or not I am doing my interval and tempo runs correctly; but, I assume that I am going to benefit from the way I am doing them, regardless of their correctness.

This week is going to be OK, I think. The temperature is going to drop tomorrow and it looks like this Saturday's long run is going to be in the mid to high 60s. Anything under 90 is fine. Anything under 80?

Freakin' fantastic!!!

Day 13412, & a day of mourning...

2008-08-02T12:23:00.014-05:00

Or, alternatively, a good reason that Beau really doesn't need a koi pond...

So, for the last 3 years, Jay has lived with the fear that one day, an intruder would invade his little homemade Eden.

Yes, Jay is terrified that a blue heron will find his pond and, ultimately, the somewhat pricey pond residents.

I didn't really help to calm this fear when I told him I saw a blue heron on a run one day.

As I was running just a few miles from home, Jay made me swear that I was careful running home, so as to not let the bird follow me back to the pond for lunch.

Whatever...

I refuse to live in fear.

As it turns out, it isn't blue herons that we need to worry about...

You would never know it to look at her; however, apparently, we need to worry about Lucy.

And we don't have to worry about Casey anymore.

Why, you might be asking?

Well, in case you haven't figured it out, Lucy is a fish killer and Casey was the one that gave her her first taste of blood.

When Jay let her back into the house on Saturday, I thought she was acting odd. Jay went to give her a reassuring pat on the head.

"Boy, Lucy sure does smell like fish..."

"Maybe she was drinking the pond water..."

Well, as it turns out, she wasn't drinking the pond water. Rather, apparently, as Casey innocently swam up to Lucy, undoubtedly waiting for her to feed him, she decided he was a toy. As you can see here, she also tried to bury him.

When we bought this fish last Spring, he was about 6 inches long. Clearly, he has grown. What does that mean? Well, it means Lucy killed a $100.00 fish. So, at least she has good taste...

Now, in all fairness, I can't say for sure that the fish didn't just jump out of the pond. I also can't say that Lucy was the guilty one.

Take a look at her face.

You decide if she looks guilty.

Meanwhile, you just can't beat a good koi funeral...

Ashes to ashes...

We will miss you, Casey.

Day 13411, & I am back...

2008-08-01T21:49:00.010-05:00

So, you might have been wondering where I have been...

Well, I can assure you, I have not been to Hilton Head Island. I know this because I am pale as a ghost. Clearly, the majority of my skin hasn't seen sun in months! I also know because I haven't seen Nat since the Country Music Marathon. Since she is obviously at the beach every month, I am quite sure that I would have seen her, had I been to Hilton Head.

Now, I don't want to sound bitter. I have been to the Caribbean...

OVER A YEAR AGO...

St Kitts is a lovely island. Right next to it is Nevis. Kelly Ripa loves Nevis. I secretly love Kelly Ripa. I am still waiting for my BFF Lori to befriend Kelly in Manhattan. Lori is pregnant now, so I assume that she is bound to run into Kelly sometime soon at a park or a diaper store or something...

I can also assure you, I have not been here...

I was supposed to go to the Adirondacks last month to visit my friend Catherine. There would have been a nice 10 mile race, clearly beautiful scenery, good company, beer, etc, etc. I went to Dodge City instead. It was the good grandson thing to do. Plus, I could just go see Catherine later.

Nope. As work always takes control, I suddenly lost my free time. No travel for me...

But hey,

I did get to go to Kansas. I hate to sound unappreciative...

I could have even got my hair did, if I wanted...

But, I didn't wanted to get it did.

Instead, I spent some quality time with the fam. I am glad for it, blah, blah, blah.

Now though?

A smidge bitter...

Just a tad mad...

So, all that said, where have I been?

Work.

Apparently, it is harder to open a new restaurant when you already have a restaurant open. It is also harder to open a restaurant when you fire a Kitchen Manager and your General Manager is out of town for 8 days. Despite the obstacles, there has been some progress.

This is the bar. Isn't it nice? We are going for the minimal look. Boy, just looking at this picture sure makes me thirsty.

We are still shooting for the end of September to open.

I am so excited I might just vomit.

I am not really that excited, but I really am nauseous...

Aside from work, I restarted my marathon training last week. Again, as I was covering for a manager, my schedule was thrown off a bit. This meant getting up later. Getting up later meant going to the gym to run on the treadmill because, as I have said before, I hate hot!

Finished out at 28.5 for the week, with 2 days off, but my pace and endurance were great on my runs. My long run Saturday was supposed to be 14, but I fell short based on a few wrong turns and couldn't get myself to run past my house to tack on the 1.5 mile shortfall. So, last weeks long run was 12.5 miles at a 9:55 pace that included 2 pit stops.

Anyway, there you have it. I haven't been posting because I have been working, running, and finding a bit of spare time for beer. Blogging or beer? Hummm, not a tough choice...

I do have another post to write after this one, though. Stay tuned...

Day 13400A, & my friend DG...

2008-07-21T20:24:00.005-05:00

So, to the average Joe, he is probably crazy...

To me, he is indeed a bit crazy, but also

HYSTERICAL!!!

I nearly vomited at his most recent, and again, for different reasons previously.

Read up, bitches...

Cause reading is fundamental...

Day 13400, & I hate summer...

2008-07-21T07:47:00.004-05:00

So, the heat index is expected to be 105 today. That is incredibly obscene.

This morning, at 7, the temp was already 79 degrees. When I say "already" I think that I might actually mean "still."

The heat always takes its toll on my mood. Apparently, I am not the only one. If you look at the blog feeds on my sidebar, nobody seems really clever lately.

Meanwhile, I am quite sure it is lovely in the Adirondacks. I was supposed to get up there for a bit of R & R (read: running and racing) before Catherine returns to Nashville; however, as usual, my life and schedule are dictated by others. I had no idea that it would be so hard to be the "boss."

Anyway, aside from a few new house/yard pictures, I have nothing new to say...except that I was over 30 miles last week!

Thank god!!!

What is this? It is just behind my shin. A tendon? It seems to small to be a muscle. Well, anyway, it has been giving me trouble. It doesn't hurt at all, unless I am running.

It started right after my long run three weeks ago. I forced myself back onto the elliptical machine that week, as I had the 10K that weekend.

Then, in Dodge City, I only got in one good run. The others, spoiled by this leg problem, each ended in a walk of shame back to the house.

So, I didn't really run that week, either.

Remember, I am supposed to be training for a November 8th marathon. When I selected my training program, I gave myself a couple of slip up weeks.

I have now used them all up.

Last week:

Monday: 3 miles, flat, at 8:48 pace

Tuesday: 2.5 miles, light hills, as I ran to my last training session, and then back home after (I will miss you, Shannon!) pace of 8:45

Wednesday: 5.6 miles, mostly flat, at a slow 9:28

Thursday: Rest

Friday: 5 miles, flat, at 9:01

Saturday: 10.3, half hilly, half flat, at 9:30 including 2 water and 1 bathroom pit stops.

Sunday: 5.7 miles, treadmill, 54.44, including 5 minutes warm up, and 5 minutes cool down

TOTAL: 32.1

And now, I will re-start the training schedule. Today is a "rest" day. Maybe I will...

Day 13391, & I am not 94...

2008-07-12T22:18:00.003-05:00

But she is...

If only my memory is that good in 58 years... or now...

FYI, this was filmed at 11pm and, as usual, I was the 1st to go to bed. My grandmother out-drank me, AGAIN!!!

Day 13385, & homo on the range...

2008-07-07T11:05:00.012-05:00

So, I have been in Kansas for 3 days. That is 1.5 days too many, outside of the time with the family.

Here are some quick highlights of the first couple days:

This would be the view from just about any highway in Kansas. At first, it is somewhat serene. Over time, it becomes tiresome and depressing to me.

BTW, I think that I took this picture right after my dad was pulled over for 73 in a 65. The patrolman also claimed to smell alcohol in the car. Thank god there were really not any open containers in the car. Also, thankful that dad wasn't over-indulgent while waiting for me to arrive at the airport. I claimed responsibility for the alcohol smell, telling the cop that I drank up on my flight to KS... I also think he was bluffing, as it was the 4th...

Despite the Planes, Trains, & Automobiles delays of the day, we made it to Dodge City and settled in at my grandmother's. This is the view of the city fireworks from her backyard. No fuss there. When I was a kid, we had to go to the country club across the street and walk down the golf course to see the show. Now, just out the back door seems easier, as I tend to bore of fireworks very quickly...

Saturday, I got up early for a run. The run went badly, but I did get some shots of town...

Movie theater here. It is closed for the summer though, as apparently there is a drive-thru somewhere nearby. I guess there isn't a need for both to be open. I did check though, and the movies are current...

And, this would be one of the major roads in Dodge City, Central Avenue...

Later in the day, we went out to look at farmland. I should mention that one day I stand to inherit land here, worth 10s of tens of dollars per acre (read sarcasm...)

Look familiar?

Here is a bit of the aforementioned land. He decided to grow corn to take advantage of the ethanol demand. I have to say that it is amazing how efficient farming has become. Perfectly straight rows, perfectly spaced plants, and then of course, one hell of a sprinkler...

My only real worry was...

I made it out OK, so no need to worry.

There was one quite amazing sight, however. And I have to say, I think it is sad that we don't see more of these every day.

According to the information, this wind farm can power 66,000 homes.

Looking at the price of oil, along the current state of our economy, I am a bit confused. Granted, I have no idea what it costs to build one of these windmills, let alone 150 of them. I also have no idea how the power is applied. I do know that the bolts used to anchor the tower are drilled 150 feet into the ground. Wow! So,

How many lesbians does it take to install a windmill???

I will leave you all to work that joke out...

Day 13384, & the beginning of "vacation"

2008-07-05T19:16:00.010-05:00

So, as mentioned, my 4th of July holiday began with the 10K.

I awoke at 5:15 to have breakfast, coffee, and some extra stretching. Jay decided to sleep in; he got up at 5:45. We had decided he would come with me. As the course was a double loop, he would get to hang out downtown, see me go by at the split, and then again at the finish. Quality time spent before I rush to get ready to go to the airport, I'd say...

So, I ran the race. I went out too fast, burned out too soon, and finished slightly better than last time. Blah, blah, blah...

I watched a guy totally spill in the last mile, after the rain. Jay witnessed a whole different disaster. Apparently, the 5K people dress up for the race.

I guess I just wasn't feeling as patriotic as this guy was...

Post race, it was a speedy cool down, and then home to ready myself for my trip to Dodge City, KS.

I made it to the airport by 10:45 for my 12:20 flight. Checking in and breezing through security took a total of 8 minutes. More time at the bar for some post race celebrating with a bartender named Dan at the Tootsie's Orchid Lounge at BNA. It didn't help that there was a delay. As a responsible passenger, I opted for a delay bottle of beer, vs the 22 ounce drafts I had been enjoying previously. I have seen Airline enough times. I know not to be visibly intoxicated while boarding. This is especially true when my name pops up on the upgrade list...

The best seat on an airplane is always the bulkhead seat. Sure, you have to stow your bag in the overhead. Sure, you won't be able to get anything until the "fasten seat belt" light goes out. But, as a trade off, you will have a better chance of having the other seat remain empty. Apparently, most people are really that lazy; apparently, it is really that hard to stand up and get your carry-on down after take off. And, if you manage to snag that upgrade to 1st class, there is nothing better than the feeling you get when that other seat is still empty and the agent closes the boarding door.

I should also mention that there is no better start to a vacation than a nice plane flight. If I was clever/artistic, I might draw you a picture of how to accomplish this task. As I am not that person, I will say only that you should do this on a traditional airline, not a discounter. You should check your bag (regardless of the $20.00 they might charge you) as you will not miss carrying it around the airport with you. Most importantly, you should always arrive at least 1 hour before boarding time (not departure time!!!). If you get onto an airplane noticeably later than everyone else, I will give you the glare of death (trust me, it is bad.)

I don't know if you are aware of this, but I am a bit of a control freak. Things are pretty much expected to be just so. When things are off center, out of place, or clearly just wrong, I have issue. When I get on a plane, I pretty much have to give up control. I would feel safe saying that once a sit down on a plane, I am completely relaxed. Once, I sit down on a plane (without any small children close to me,) I am a completely different person.

How can you be be anything but relaxed when this is the view from the window? If you have been living in the South for the last several years, it is pretty rare to see clouds like this in the summertime.

Ahh, relaxing...

And, in the event you are a nervous flyer, I have a solution for you, too...

Have a beer or three. Always makes it better...

You know what also makes it better? Getting the flight attendant on your side. Always buy a copy of US Weekly, In Touch, or some other gossip rag to give to the attendant. If you are uneasy about the blatant nature of this bribe, then it is recommended that you pretend to read it first. Then you can just give it to them when you are "done." Trust me, treat a flight attendant well, and they will hook you up...

I had to change planes in Dallas. Lucky me, I arrived at C21 and my connection was C31. Luckier me, the flight crew from Nashville was transferring, too. No need to buy more gossip rags...

Delay number two was a result of said flight attendant feeling "uncomfortable" with the way the emergency slide was arming itself during pre-flight. Judging from the look the Captain gave her, he seemed a bit uncomfortable with her judgment . Me? I had my bulkhead seat to myself, and had a pre-flight cocktail, so I was good...

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Day 13384, & a quick race recap...

2008-07-05T08:35:00.006-05:00

So, I am in Dodge City, KS and I am a bit hungover today, cause that is how we roll at Granny's...

Anyway, a quick race recount:

According to Garmin, I did really well. According to the race people, not so much.

I started Garmin about 5-10 seconds before I made it to the start mat. I also forgot to stop him until I had made my way past those annoying people that try to get your chip and gotten some water, probably another 10-15 seconds.

So, in the world according to Garmin, I ran just over 54:00 and just under an 8:34 pace, broken down as follows:

Mile 1-7:56

Mile 2-8:11

Mile 3-8:25

Mile 4-8:54

Mile 5-9:20

Mile 6-9:07

I am pretty happy with my 5K time, under 25:00. Clearly, however, that first mile was way too fast for me and burned me out too soon. Lesson learned, again...

Now, according to the race folks, I was 54:09. I think that this was the clock time, not the chip time. Only the one time is posted and they are listing my pace as 8:44, which seems high. Either way, I beat my previous 54:52, so I don't really care.

Also, true to form, I came in right down the middle:

Age: 15/32

Sex: 84/156

O'All: 105/276

I have quite a bit of blog material from my day yesterday, both the race and my travels. I will try to get to the rest of it later today.

Day 13381, & my leg is sore...

2008-07-02T15:57:00.004-05:00

So, my right calf is sore. Well, not really the calf, just the muscle that runs down the side of the inner calf.

I assume that I hurt it somehow after my long run Saturday, followed by 2 faster runs Sunday and Monday.

Anyway, it doesn't hurt to walk on it, or run on it for that matter. It is just tender and feels a bit swollen.

So, as I have the 4th of July 10K here on Friday, I opted for a 2.5 mile elliptical warm up before my training yesterday. I forgot how much I hate the elliptical machine. Tomorrow, for training, I will probably stick with the elliptical again. Why push it?

Cut to the chase, you say?

Last week was great at 36 miles. This week looks like it will end up in the low 20s, depending on how I feel after the race. Also, my long run will be in Dodge City. I have no idea how I will find a good route so it could go either way.

Race goals:

At worst, I will beat my 54:52 at an 8:49 pace

Hopefully, I will hold under an 8:30 pace, coming in under 52:45.

At best, I will come in under 52:00, and I will drink many a celebratory beer on the flight(s) to Kansas.

We'll see...

Day 13374, & I might have seen the wall come down...

2008-06-25T13:43:00.020-05:00

So, just to be clear, the wall I referred to in the last post was not only in reference to running. Sure, the analogy was inspired by running. Sure, it was on my mind, as I has just listened to Clay talk about his bad run last week.

All true, but...

My wall was much, much bigger. It was a work wall, home wall, life in general wall, and yes, also a running wall.

Now, in order, I will quickly tell you about each:

We designed our restaurant concept to be fairly recession-resistant. We did not design it to be George W Bush-135.00 a barrel- mortgage crisis- real estate is in the tank- recession- resistant. Who can do that? Well, apparently The Cheesecake Factory can, which is ridiculously annoying. Nuff said.

On the home front... Well... Let's just say that Jay and I do not compartmentalize our feelings very well. Just close your eyes and imagine working with your significant other, full time, in a public setting... OK? How is that dream working out for you? Moving on.

On the topic of life in general... It's just hot! I don't like being sweaty. Well, I don't like it when all I am doing is getting the mail. Sweaty, in general, is just not pretty. Note: there are a few exceptions to this rule that I need not explain...

Finally, on the running front, I did indeed hit a wall last Saturday. My planned 12 mile run turned into a very poor 6 miles at a 10:13 pace. And, here's why...

A. I had been on what I am only able to reconstruct as a 20 day stretch of running activity. I realize that I should probably have taken a rest day or two in there, but I didn't, until last Thursday (due to work related traumas) and Friday (again, due to work related traumas)...

B. As I was running by anyway, Jay made me stop at the restaurant to see him on my long run. Stopping is never a good idea. Stopping for 10 minutes? Insane...

Regarding stopping, I give you my new nemesis...

So, yes, I did hit the wall with the running, too.

Maybe, I do need to run another race. I had planned the 4th of July 10K here, and a 10 mile race in the Adirondacks. Now, however, I am going out west to Dodge City, Kansas to see my grandmother on her 94th birthday. I am sure the blog posts will be entertaining and frequent on this trip...

I had picked out a few other races, but then I registered for the Murfreesboro 1/2 on Oct 11th. That screwed up a number of the planned races. Oops! Time for a calendar... I am now on a search for some training races. Training races, you say? Why yes, I did...

I think I have picked my first marathon. In fact, I started a 16 week rookie training schedule on Monday. I should be ready for the Chickamauga Battlefield Marathon by the end of October, allowing some inevitable adjustments to my training regimen.

All said, I need some 10Ks, 20Ks, 10 milers, and 1/2 marathons to choose from. All should be close to Nashville (3-4 hour driving radius), as I will also be opening that new restaurant in September...

I picked a hell of a time to start running...

Our water plants bloomed today...

Whatever it takes to smile, right?

Day 13372, & something is in my way...

2008-06-23T15:57:00.009-05:00

So, lately, I feel like there is something blocking my path...

I am not sure exactly what it is, but it is big...

And, it is menacing.

And it is making me feel dwarfed, and also a little crazy...

OK, maybe I am being a bit dramatic

Maybe, I am just having trouble accepting that I have hit the wall...

on all counts...

Day 13363, & it's all about the little things...

2008-06-17T21:25:00.006-05:00

So, first of all...

This is my favorite one, I think. Genius, I tell you. Better than Apple commercials, maybe...

This was my morning, as I had a training session and had to go to the gym on this beautiful morning. I was VERY jealous of the runners I passed on my way.

The rest of the week looks good. Morning temperatures in the 60s. Yea!

I registered for my first half marathon today. Now, it might not be my first half marathon that I will run, but it is my first that I have registered to run.

Murfreesboro 1/2 on October 11th. Not too glam, but limited to 2000, and right down the road, sort of...

I have found a race to run each month between now and November. Good practice in my training, so I read.

I am trying to figure out which marathon to shoot for in November, but I don't want it to be too close to the Rocket City on December 13th. My dad is telling me I don't want flat terrain. "Too much running with the same muscles!!!" So, I guess I need a mildly hilly, cool climate, not too far from the south, 30+ days before 12/13 marathon. That might be harder to find than it will be to run...

Nat, maybe we will just run the next one together... After you get the sub 3:30, I won't feel so worried.

Meanwhile, back to the world of extra gay, look what I got in my email today...

I can only HOPE this is close to the real set list!

Dress You Up, for the first time since I was a wee tot of 13, seeing The Virgin Tour...

Let's just see it again, ok?

FYI, I think I am the 3rd one getting out of the station wagon...

The 80s were really a sight to see, huh? She used a couple gay dancers, versus a dozen lesbianese ones... Madge is such a trendsetter, a chameleon, really...

Day 13360, & I might stick with this running thing...

2008-06-14T17:11:00.013-05:00

So, at the risk of being repetitive, here is a quote from an email I sent out in January of '08:

Me, run? Is that you competing with my sarcasm? As I work on my feet all day, I don't want to risk my knees and ankles on such an unpleasant activity. I have only been working out for 8 months of the last 20 years, so I still have some work ahead of me. Plus, it was exercise, or cut back on the beer. There was no thought needed.

That is how I genuinely felt about running. Now, I had no basis for this, other than the fact the my dad used to make me run. Everyone knows that if something is required, then it is bad. You know, like income taxes, property taxes, breeder sex, building permits, etc, etc... Similarly, I still refuse to pick up sticks in my own yard; this chore, as I explained to Jay years ago, will be his for eternity. Jay, just be glad that there are not also pine cones to worry about...

Once I started running, I felt more like this:

But then, like this:

Today, though, I feel like this:

When I got up this morning at 6:20, it was 68 degrees and overcast. I has all morning to enjoy my run. Yesterday was an easy 6 mile treadmill run (when I went outside to run yesterday morning, it was so muggy that I just "ran" to the car and drove to the gym...) These three factors apparently created the perfect storm.

I ran 10.42 miles today. I ran from my house to the northeast trailhead of the greenway (4 miles, hilly,) I ran the greenway to the southwest end (4 miles, flat,) and finished by running back to my house (2.4 miles, hilly.) I would say that I did this at a 9:30 pace, but I made 2 stops along the way and forgot to tell Garmin, who says my run was 1:42:ish overall.

My point, if I had one, would be that I am ready to run a 20K or a half marathon anytime now. It just took me a minute to get over the fear of distance. I am still worried about speed, but I am starting to focus my efforts in that direction. I also think that I need a running partner to push me in that direction. I think I could do 8:30 if I had someone to follow (Clay, are you reading this?) Then I can worry about 8 minute miles. (Mind you, I can run 8 minute miles now. I just can't do more than a few of them in a row. I also require the treadmill to keep my pace for me.)

I don't have my log with me, but I am guessing my week was something like:

Monday- Nothing, or maybe the treadmill...
Tuesday- 2.5 treadmill, 1 hour pilates, yoga, stupid Swiss ball
Wednesday- 8.3 miles, hilly street
Thursday- 1.5 miles treadmill, 1 hour upper and lower weights, and core
Friday- 6 miles, treadmill, with "hills" (level 5)
Saturday- 10.42 miles, hilly, flat, hilly
Sunday-I am not doing jack...

So, pretty close to 30 miles for the week. I actually feel certain that I did run Monday, but I can't remember where or how much. If so, it would knock me over 30 miles for the week. I never felt like I was pushing. That being the case...

I think I am going to train for a full in November. I certainly don't see anything wrong with throwing the option out there. The worst that could happen?

A girl can always change her mind...

Oh yeah, and can somebody please tell Jay to let me buy a bike...

Day 13357, & still nothing ...

2008-06-11T16:23:00.012-05:00

So, I think the heat is having a negative impact on me.

No, this is not a surprise. I hate the heat. I always hate the heat. I am barely even a beach person. I am a snow person. Cold, I am good with. I'll bet Adam Sank likes the heat.

Anyway, blogging has not been on my mind lately. This is obvious, I know. I think that I am just having trouble accepting that I have to deal with the heat for the next 4 months. It is distracting me from everything.

And by everything, I would have to include running.

I have been getting up really early. What I have learned is that I seem to max out at about 85 degrees. If the sun is on me and it is 85+, I seem to fall apart in about 3 miles or any pace worth mention.

Last week, I MIGHT have gotten 15 miles in. I don't even know. Even the new shoes were way more NoGo than MoGo...

I know that each day, I got up earlier in an attempt to beat the heat. Apparently, this means getting up while it is still night out, ready to bolt out the door at the first hint of dawn. Even then, I would guess I have an hour, at best.

Today, when I rolled over to see the temperature displayed on my bedroom ceiling, I jumped out of bed immediately. It was 68 degrees! It was also 6:15, but who cares??? Not hot, gotta run.

I got in a lovely 8.3 miles in. I left my house, headed downtown, and then back home, through Shelby Park. Had I not gotten lost and also been suffering from a new chaffing area (iPod arm band), I would have kept it under 9:30 pace. Instead, as I felt lost (with a Garmin and an iPhone=I am a dumbass) and sore, I walked a bit in the last mile.

For the duration of summer, I think I will try to get three strong road runs in each week. I also think that the treadmill and I are gonna be great friends.

But, I still want to go get in a long run here:

Jay will have to drop me off and pick me up. I don't think that an out-and-back run would be near as enjoyable as a run-Forrest-run Natchez Trace run would be.

Anyhow, outside of being miserable, a bit of running, and work. I have nothing new to report at the moment. I will say that my friend Catherine has an amusing new entry or two, and an oh-so-tasteful new format, as well. No, she is not quite as crazy as you might think from the read.

I'm trying to work myself out of this rut. I hope to be amusing again by the end of the month.

Day 13349, & this is a post about nothing...

2008-06-03T15:55:00.019-05:00

So, it has been 9 days since my last post. My friend Catherine took note of this today and was kind enough to make me aware of it. (Bear in mind, I really only have to post once every 7 days to keep her appeased, as she only reads my blog on Tuesdays, just before our date night... I am onto you, Catherine...)

Anyhoo, the lack of posts, and my attempt at coming up with one now, has left me to wonder if life has been as uneventful as I might believe.

Nope.

Rather, I think that it has just been generally unpleasant and stressful. Writing down the details might make me a bit more annoyed. I love avoiding the issues, ignoring the issues that require my attention.

And, I bet that I would look quite hot with some Prada blinders on...

Hence, I will now begin my trivial diatribe of all things insignificant to "the big picture," but still things that make me smile.

First of all, throwing financial caution and far too much testosterone into the wind, I purchased my tickets to Madonna in Atlanta. Yes, I know that I am already going to see the show in Boston; this is why I wasn't too worried about how good the seats would be in Atlanta. This is why I decided I could actually get three seats together, rather than my usual one ticket. This will be my first time sitting with my friends at a Madonna show. And, still, we will be sitting in Section 1, Row N!!! Yep, I will be seeing this tour twice from the 16th row!

God, I'm gay...

Now, moving on, there is a remarkable difference in this year's growing season, thus far anyway. This is one of my oriental lilies, a casa blanca I think. I would say it is currently 84 inches tall. I will be very curious to see how many blooms show up on this one. Come on rain, keep it up...

Jay finally finished his new pond plumbing, pump, filtration, blah, blah, blah. I will give him credit for his efforts. The whole set up is much cleaner looking and the water is moving nicely.

All in all, the pond is done, as far as I am concerned. The lotus seems happy, as do the water lilies, elephant ears, etc. I would venture to guess that the fish are happy too. Even Jay seems happy with things here, for the moment...

Meanwhile, on the exercise front, last week was trying.

First, my trainer was out of town last week. As a result, I forgot to go to the gym. Oops!

Second, it got hot. Now, I guess I have to get up at dawn from here on out. I hate hot!

And then we have the hills. Hills, hills, and more hills. I need to work on speed. Hills and speed. My quads hate me right now.

So, last week was light, but still a challenge:

Monday- Off day after race and post race runs

Tuesday- A pitiful attempt at a street run, 2 miles. What the hell?

Wednesday- Slow 5.7 miles into downtown and back, 2 river bridges (hills)

Thursday- 4.2 miles, to the river, but not over it, 8:45 pace

Friday- Another day off? Really? Dammit, I'm weak...

Saturday- 6.3 miles, 2 bridges, 9:30 pace. I had wanted 7-8 miles, but my heart rate also hates hot.

Sunday- 3.5 miles Greenway, easy 9:15 pace.

Well, as it gets warmer, I am seeing more treadmill in my summertime running program. You see, I don't really care much for early either. In fact, I dislike mornings almost as much as I dislike high temperatures.

If Jay will give in, we will go up to visit catherine in upstate NY in July. Much cooler temperatures by the lake, I'm sure. I even found a 10 Mile race on July 6th. This seems much more appealing than the double loop 10K here in Nashville on the 4th.

I do have high hopes for the coming weeks though. In an effort to boost my own morale, I went shopping today. With Team Nashville Robert's assistance, my feet picked out this pair of Brooks Adrenaline GTS 8s today.

I am confident that they are going to make me faster. Just look at them. They look like they are moving at an 8:30 pace all by themselves. Maybe it is the silver lightening bolts...

And now I will finally get to see what all the MoGo fuss is about...

Day 13340, & the previous day recollected...

2008-05-25T22:15:00.010-05:00

So, I planned ahead. I planned to start slow.

I had "analyzed" my Garmin runs. I had thought through my shortcomings and mistakes.

Start slow.

Normally, I run about a 9:15 to 9:30 pace on any run of substance. My best, to date, had been a 3 mile run at an 8:58 pace. All other attempts at speed have been met with some kind of defeat.

Start slow.

I decided that this race was really just a practice race. It was just a Saturday hill run. No pressure.

Start slow.

It was a nice opportunity to run with Lil' Bit. Quite a few friends were running actually. Why not enjoy the "fun run" part and just have a nice, social morning activity? I even told Lil' Bit that I would hang with her at first, but that I might wander ahead after a few miles.

Start slow...

BANG!

Off I go, at a, 8:05 pace! Uphill at an 8:05 pace. Oh well, plans are just for dorks anyway!

Bye Lil' Bit! See you in 55...

Yeah, first race. I knew that I was surrounded by runner folks. You know, those people. The ones that judge you if you look like you are a newbie. The ones that are all like "I am gonna kick your ass, you Garmin wearing amateur!"

Yeah? Well, fuck you!

So, I felt a bit like I had something to prove. Did I? No. But I felt pretty good as I chased the lead group up the initial .8 miles of hill. Then people started to pass me. No big deal. A few cute boys ran by, shirtless. I chased them a bit. Then, a guy passed me, about 40, in his "gear" with a GU in his back, shirt pocket...

This is a 6.3 mile run, I thought to myself.

Really? He needs a snack in the next 45 minutes?

I ate 2 bowls of Cheerios this morning. I feel full.

Then a few others ran by, including the woman with her dog, who later did his business in the middle of the street. Always nice to dodge crap in the road.

After some nice flat, I finished mile 2 in 8:30. Then, back up to the "city." The good news here was that once I got up there, I got to run down a bridge to the Stadium. Ahh, rest. Mile 3, 8:45.

Now, had this race gone as planned, I would have had energy to spare at this point. Nope. Instead, when I saw the 5K marker, I felt tired and wanted to quit and run home (as this was also the part of the course closest to my house.)

No quitting.

Once I made it to the Gateway Bridge (the biggest hill of the race,) my playlist kicked in as planned.

Yeah, judge me if you want, but I got over the hill.

Then, as if a gift of encouragement, I passed GU guy, and his GU was gone. Huh? Shoulda had breakfast, bitch!

Then, my favorite moment. Mile 5, water station. The guy from Team Nashville, the guy that sold me my Brooks, the guy that yelled at me for running to soon in my running program, that guy... He handed me my water. I think he recognized me. He grinned...

Then came the hard part. The last mile.

I had looked at the course. I thought I had it down. No, apparently not so much, as I kept thinking I was almost done. And every time I thought I was about to see the finish, I was directed to turn in the opposite direction.

For example, this hill, unexpected... I do love this picture, as you don't see anyone in front of me. It is like I am winning! And this song didn't hurt at the time, either.

Then, at 5.7 miles, a guy, same age, a bit heavier, slowed to a walk. Now, I can't criticize. It WAS mile 6 and he WAS still ahead of me. He obviously had some stamina. So, it was my job to keep him going.

"Half a mile to go! Pick it up! 10 minute mile! Move it! The faster you move, the sooner you're done!"

And he did. Right next to me. I felt like an inspiration. Then I realized that he thought I meant that I was running a 10 minute mile. Oops! Well, I am sure he figured it out on his own...

MIles 4-6 were all right at 9:00. Then, when Garmin hit 6 miles, and I KNEW I had to be close, I kicked it up.

Here I am, 1 block from the finish, running at a 7:30 pace. Wow! No GU and yet I was huffin' it and was still ahead of GU guy, et al.

I have watched very few races. I have to say though, the finish line looks completely different when you are running towards it.

I finished 92 out of 222. Apparently, when you finish in the middle, you pretty much finish alone. I saw no one in front, and no one behind. Very weird. Kinda like...

I really wanted that scene from Vanilla Sky when Tom is in the middle of empty Manhattan; but, I couldn't find it. Oh well, trust me. It was weird to run alone on the closed street.

54:52. I beat my median goal, on all accounts.

Meet Lil' Bit.

Oh yeah, and I saw the guy I encouraged. After the race, he was walking by with his wife and his 2 cute babies. He thanked me for the push. That felt great.

I think I have gone race crazy.

When is the next one?