Monday, January 28, 2013

Our Monday, Part Two

Meg's turn to get sick. Fever last night. Fever this morning. Fortunately, Nana was able to watch her while Cindy & I were working. And even better, by lunch time, Meg's fever had broken. She's been fine ever since. Hopefully she won't need to stay home tomorrow and life will return to its usual shade of normal much sooner than it did with Liam.

Crushed a spin class after work. Completely drenched in sweat and barely able to walk straight. 23 miles in 54 minutes. Given my recent run, I was super thrilled with the performance. Onward, and upward.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Recovery

Woke up surprisingly able to walk. It never ceases to amaze me when I discover my body has managed to adapt or (God forbid) improve due to all my training. I remember back in 2011 when I did my first triathlon, I could barely walk for three days. And that was just a 5k, that I barely ran. Fast forward to 2013. After a half marathon I'm not cripple? Now THAT is awesome.

Started to bike today. But figured it would be too aggressive. My luck: I'd tear a major muscle while half way into a 35 mile loop. Settled for some lifting at the gym. Back & Biceps. Had JUST finished a set of kettlebell swings when I nearly pinched a nerve along my spine. A fraction of a degree more on a twist, and I would have ended up on the floor with uncontrollable spasms. (Wouldn't be the first time.) Even without a fatal move all the muscles on the right side of my back turned into a giant fist. Couldn't move right for nearly fifteen minutes. Ended up rubbing against a steel I-beam. Massaging the kinks out. A seriously close call with long lasting pain. Thankfully I realized I was about to hurt something, and stopped in time. Moral of the story: getting old sucks.

Ended up alternating between the cold pool and hot tub for a half hour. 5min cold. 5min hot. Rinse and repeat. Afterwards, my legs and back felt muuuuch better. Overall, great day, and rapidly recovering. Won't be long until Ol' Jon is on to the next adventure.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Long Beach Half Marathon - 2013

Late January and yet the temperature approachs 70 degrees in South Mississipi! Beautiful day for a half marathon. Truth be told, I did it mainly to get a finisher's medal. My first and a big enticement. Stoke my fragile confidence. So I woke up early, hit the road, braved the gnats, stretched, and joined the fray.

Longest distance I've done in probably six weeks. (Only my second half marathon!) From Long Beach harbor, to Pass Christian. And back again. 13.1 miles along the beach. One whole side of  HW90 closed for racers. Flat, breezy, and water stations roughly every 1.5m, I was pretty confident I'd be able to finish without puking, crying, dying, or all of the above.

My plan was to start at an easy pace (ran too fast, too early last time) and maintain it between each water station. Then slow down at each check out, grab a drink, and pop a Gu every other station (ie: every 5K.) If it worked, I was hoping to finish in 2hrs and 15min. (My previous race was 2hrs and 19min.)

Gun sounded and the crowd ambled up to speed. Almost immediately I spotted my co-triathlete, Lisa McCombs and fell into place behind her. She was pacing with one of her students (Keith.) And for the first  half of the race, our plans synced together perfectly. At the turn around, we were averaging just over 9 minutes per mile, and had slowed to walks at two of the stops. About 6.55 miles of music and breeze and lots of asphalt passing under our feet.

We approached magic mile #9 and my brain started to get scaly. Our old friend The Lizard was rattling his cage, trying to get free. So he could tap dance on my brain and convince me to stop. But (THANK GOD!) I had a great support crew sending me Pep Talks through Endomondo. And right on time, they started cheering me up. Their words of encouragement helped push me through my mental barriers and (amazingly!) I was able to maintain my focus almost the entire time.

Only a couple of notable occurrences otherwise:

  • Around mile 11, I was  overheating. First time EVER, I took off my shirt and ran topless. During the day. In public. Not sure how many women and small children I scared, but it was a huge relief. Unfortunately I forgot I was wearing earbuds. COMPLETELY tangled myself and brought my pace to a grinding halt. By the time I recovered and geared back up to speed, I'd slowed to a 12min mile. 
  • Toward the end, the last quarter mile, either the racers ahead of me were slowing, or I was picking it up. I passed three or four folks in the last few minutes. THAT felt awesome.
  • I got beat by a dog! He (and his owner) went the full distance and pulled away from me shortly before the turn around. And I didn't see them again until the end. Pooch was limping a little. But I eyed his pads and they were actually intact. So he beat me AND he was still in good shape. Good job, Scooby.
  • As I'm leaving, I look down and notice blood on my ankle. Didn't feel it, but the friction from my sock or compression sleeve or shoe had rubbed a spot raw. Raw enough to bleed. Better than rubbing my nipples off, but still a surprise. 
In the end, I finished right at 2hrs and 10 mins. Below my goal and I averaged 10min/mile. Personal record for the finishing time. Personal record for the pace. And I got my medal. Great way to start the day.

And another notch on Ye Ol' Geek's belt. Next up? Hopefully the Rock N Roll Half Marathon in NOLA next month. To make up for my horrible failure last year. HOPEFULLY!

Friday, January 25, 2013

Fitness Friday - Group Therapy

I flew solo for almost all of my previous attempts to achieve some acceptable level of fitness. Just me. For years. All by myself. Without any encouragement, participation, or outside influence.

I changed that. Started doing group classes. Spin, mainly. And entry level triathlon training. There is more energy when more people are involved. I could push myself to improve by imitating people with better skills and techniques than myself. I could feel inspired. And, on rare occasion, I could help encourage somebody else, or provide them with a few words of support.

After getting used to group classes at the gym, I found groups of other people training in the community. Mostly based around the local fitness supply shop. They were all good, friendly folks. I integrated with them. I was never the best at anything, but sometimes I wasn't the worst. I picked up tips. Picked up motivation. Received support on training programs. Heard about other events. Made some friends. And generally turned "training" into a more social event. Now, it is extremely rare that I go to an event without seeing a familiar face. And almost every weekend I'm always getting invited to different events or training sessions.

Nowadays, working with groups is critical to my training and my fitness. It is simultaneously fun, challenging, and developmental. For people stuck in a routine, looking for something to take them to a new level, I'd highly recommend some kind of group therapy. And try DIFFERENT groups if the first one doesn't work. It may take multiple attempts before a good match is found. But once it works, it works great!

Thursday, January 24, 2013

New Nexus

Old phone had an accident. Involved in a hit and run. With some steel stairs. On the daily walk to the car. Two flights of tumbling. It survived, but was scarred for life. And often required several reboots a day as a result.

Replacement phone arrived today. New Nexus 4. From Google. (Courtesy of T-Mobile.) Bit of back story, the initial release flew off the shelves. They've been unavailable for months. Google finally restocked them yesterday, the 23rd. I received mine less than 24hrs after ordering it!

Small box. Nice and light. Easy to open. Phone. SIM ejector widget. Charger. Simple instructions. Fired it up. Gave it my Google account information, and it did EVERYTHING else. Cannot imagine it getting any easier or less painful.

Initial reactions upon using the new Nexus: Wow this thing is light. Wow this OS is smooth (thanks to Jelly Bean!) Where's the SD slot? (There is none.) The screen is huge. huge The screen loves fingerprints. It loves wireless hotspots. It automagically configured itself based on settings from my Nexus 7, I barely had to do anything. Enclosed battery, but built in induction coil for wireless charged. Front facing LED? Hope it does something clever. Guess I'll store everything on my gDrive. Maybe I need more space?

Including a picture of both phones. New hotness on the left. Busted ass old crusty on the right. Overall, very happy with the phone. Painless setup. Intuitive interface. Crisp response. Staggering video performance. All the clever Google widgets tie together flawlessly. Simple. Clean. Efficient. That's how technology should work.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Pub Run - 01/23/13

Ran entirely solo tonight. Not too cold. Not too warm. A touch shy of 10K. Did some loops and added extra distance. Last one to return. But felt much more confident afterwards. With only three days until the Long Beach Half Marathon, I needed to make sure I could do at least half of it without any problems. The LB Half should have fuel stations every 1.5 miles. If I slow and catch my breath at each one, I'll be done after like 8 of them. Stick to the plan. Ignore the lizard. And above all: don't quit! Should be fine. But only time will tell. For tonight, another decent run under my belt.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Rut Gets Filled

A sunny Saturday. Just right to cross a project off the list. Rounded up the tots. Broke out the yard tools. And had them fill a rut in the yard.

Some team work. Some muscle power. Some sweat. Rut gets filled. And everything is good at Chateau McDougal. 

Thanks, kids!

Friday, January 18, 2013

Fitness Friday - More Than You're Doing Now

One of my biggest struggles in getting better. Faster. Stronger. Further. I hit these plateaus, especially with running, and somehow my brain fails to realize what I have to do next. And I think many non-athletes, like me, do the same. But the answer is always going to be the same: Do more than you're doing now.

I started my running program on treadmills. When that stopped producing results, I moved on to the elliptical. Then the indoor track. And finally the road. From struggling to do 5K, I eventually started going 10K. And now I find myself working on half marathons. Always moving forward, gradually progressing. Slowly doing more and more.

Biking went the same way, slowly doing more. Swimming went even slower. And I am still making gradual progress on weight training.

Plateaus are normal. They're a sign that our body has adapted and can do more. Our brain doesn't want to accept it. Doesn't WANT to do more. But that's the only way to improve. At least for me.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Pub Run - 01/16/13

Trailed Amber & David for most of tonight's run. Their pace faster than mine. Amber with a long stride and a lift to her step. David with a shorter stride and a quicker pace. I stuck with them for the better part of five miles, including a long loop at the end. Just shy of 10K. Couple of drinks and caught up with some wounded allies afterwards. Good night, for a Wednesday. I almost don't hate running when there's cider involved. Almost.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Our Monday

The Cough hung out this morning. Clinging to Liam like a second shadow. Cindy had to work. I worked remotely. Made Liam wear a mask around me. Possibly a touch insensitive. But The Cough doesn't appeal to me. I'd rather not risk it.

So we spent our Monday with him trouncing suckers on Battlefield 3 while I remotely pounced upon unsuspecting digital dragons.

Doctor doesn't think it is the flu. Asthma-induced bronchitis more likely. The Cough, for short.

Hopefully he is over it soon. We all need some sleep.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Series of Trainwrecks

Sunday starts off with a loud bang. Loud meaning an insistent, semi-silent drone. Bang meaning a cell phone skittering across the nightstand like a hungover. It is four in the morning. Either somebody is in jail, or the ER. Or it is Las Vegas. And something is broken. Badly enough that multiple people are affected. And they want it fixed. Regardless of the time. Which results in a two hour adventure. Ultimately due to somebody mis-typing a password.

Next up? Big Red decides to stage a revolt against bedtime. Totally not going down without a fight. Fight meaning a Golden Globe worthy dramatic performance of how she cannot POSSIBLY go to sleep because the rain is keeping her awake. And 8:24P is far too soon (as opposed to her normal 8:30P) She ISN'T ready. She CAN'T do it. (That terribly difficult process of sleeping.) But! She can try, if she's in Mom's bed. Which requires at least an hour delay on Dad's schedule. Even though he's tired from the early wakeup call.

Any other adventures? Glad you asked! ? How about Ol' Liam and his new friend: The Cough. They met Friday. Quickly turned into bestest buddies. Now they're apparently inseparable. Especially at night. Like, when the parents are trying to sleep. You know, that rare gem in the dark jewelry box of their day? Um, yeah. That quickly turns into an endless dance of drifting off, suddenly hearing The Cough, checking on Ol Liam, and getting back in bed with muttered prayers for sleep. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat.

And thus Sunday concludes as a series of trainwrecks. Up too early. Back too late. And no serious sleep available for those in need.

Where ya at, Monday? Bring the thunder!

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Brief Relief

Still not feeling right. Overslept by SEVERAL hours. Missed a run in Biloxi because I was so tired. Tried to do a 10K training run through the neighborhood. Threw in the towel after just over three sloppy miles. Completely NOT into the run. And my time showed.

Found brief relief in food. A incredibly delectable cheese burger. And a cup of duck gumbo. Yes, duck. Yes, gumbo. Both from Lookout. Bit loud. (Exposed brick walls and yards of glass are poor audible insulators) Couple of party people. Nice service. Eeeeexcellent grub. Especially the duck gumbo. Perfect for when the soul is worn thin.

Chased it down with tunes and beer. Initial sounds courtesy of The Quarter. And an odd quartet called: Dirty Play. Lured in with some sounds from Black Crows, then broke into unrecognizable renditions of songs from AC/DC and KISS. Not sure about those guys. Never have guessed any of them were in a band you encountered them on the street. One beer. Small. Yuck tunes. Didn't stay long.

Final stop: Irish Coast Pub. Loud. Busy. Slow on the service. Couple of Angry Orchards. Some covers from the multi-talented Ian Taylor. Cops aplenty on the roads. Stayed mostly sober. And called it an early night.

Made up for the bad run. But hope my awesomeness returns soon. Bah humbug.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Fitness Friday - Doing Something

When people learn about the dramatic transformations I've gone through, many of them ask some version of the same question: What should I do to change?

I've always tried to keep things as simple and maintainable as possible. And the simplest answer for somebody looking to make a positive change in their life is: Remember that doing something is better than doing nothing.

Many people are literally doing nothing to improve or maintain their health. Some think it is too big of an undertaking. Some spend more time making plans than acting on them. And others want to improve, but don't know where, or how, to start. And to all of those folks I say: Just do SOMETHING.

My "something" was strength training and treadmill work. ,(It was a long time before I even thought about triathlons, let alone was in shape for them.) But walking is "something." Playing an hour of basketball is "something." Even taking the dog to the park is "something." All of which is better than doing nothing.

Eventually, a little something leads to more. And more. For me, it started on the treadmill and gradually transformed into running half marathons. My progress was terribly slow. Never as easy or good as I wanted it to be. But rather than sit around doing nothing, I chose to DO SOMETHING. 

And that is my simplest suggestion. 

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Shut down my belly aching

Dark so early. Vague hint of winter. Rain on black roads. Continued delays on overdue projects. Snuffing the last few embers of a tax train wreck.

Saps the strength. Right through the bottom of my feet. Down. Down. Down. To the center of the Earth. Never. To be seen. Again.

Gonna call it an early night. Perchance to sleep. To recharge. Wake up renewed.

My old buddy Kimmer laughs at my little woes. Puts everything in perspective. When I need it. Last week he shut down my belly aching with the most awesome piece of advice: "Yeah," he says. "That was yesterday. But this is today."

Glad to say that. Tomorrow.

Wednesday, January 09, 2013

Pub Run - 01/09/13

Pretty sure it was January when I woke up today. Then tonight's run. Approaching seventy. Fog to the point of slicking my glasses. Needed windshield wipers. And shorts. Drenched in sweat. Could have run shirtless. If I weren't in mixed company. Brief respite from a mild wind. Except it was so strong it slowed our first mile considerably. Four miles in 39 minutes and some change. Not my best run. But not horrible. All things considered.

Supposed to have a drink and grub with Jason. Didn't show. Grubbed solo. Delicious concoction of fried peanut butter and chocolate with caramel sauce. Terribly destructive. Likely twice the calories that were already burned. But worth the effort.

Hot night. Cold beer. Didn't die from the run. Not bad of an old geek.

Tuesday, January 08, 2013

TOURISTS!

So I'm used to rolling to the gym, finding a spot up front, getting personal attention from the bored staff, walking into nearly empty rooms, and not having any problems getting on the machines. Then comes the damn New Year!

I get there yesterday, straight from work, to find the parking lot is packed. The check-in is PACKED. The locker room is PACKED! And all the machines ARE PACKED!!! The whole place is full of Future Resolution Breaking TOURISTS, hogging my space, breathing my air, and consuming my personal gym resources. They've been vegging all year, but now they want to invade my gym when I'm trying to get my fitness on. (sigh)

If 10% of these people make it 90 days, I'll be impressed. I don't know the exact numbers, but I bet the gym is predicated on only 20% of people ever sticking to their goals. The other 80% keep paying, but never show up after a certain period of time. Gotta find somebody who works there that will covertly share their secret sauce.

Of course, here I am in my 40s, finally going to the gym year round. How long did I pay without going? How long was I one of the 80%? And does the gym secretly lose money because I go 5+ days a week? 

Anyway, I'll be glad to have the place to myself again. 30 days? 90? Won't be soon enough for us geeky gym rats!

Monday, January 07, 2013

Welcome to the BOSU Ball

Rocking a new core routine!

  • Myotatic crunches on a bosu ball, 10 x 3 sets
  • Transverse Abdominal contractions, 10 seconds x 3 sets
  • and (next time!) adding planks, 60 seconds x 3 sets
Haven't specifically worked my abs in MONTHS. Either I'm doing those exercises wrong, or I'm in better shape than I thought. They weren't EASY, but they didn't clobber me, either. And I was the only one in the house that could do myotatic crunches. Maybe hold some dumbbells next time I do them? 

Anyway, hoping that working my core will help with my running. Make it easier or more effective. Longer strides. Higher knees. That sort of thing.

Gonna give it a couple of weeks and see how it goes. Felt it a LITTLE today. Hoping to feel it more moving forward. But, as usual, lots of my experiments have negligible results. I'll stick with what works and ditch the rest. I don't have time or sanity left for ineffective adventures.

Sunday, January 06, 2013

Bar Phunk

Busy day. From the gym (1.2 mile swim) to Mom's (wireless firewall installed) to Grandma's and over to my favorite ultralocal drinking establishment: Irish Coast Pub. The proprietor, Ben put out a call for help, on Ye Ol' Facebook, and I offered my services. Turns out that beer (oh noes!) has been sloshing behind the main cooler, stinking the place of barely and hops! Everything had to be emptied, pulled out, and cleaned. Your wayward narrator was strictly muscle. Helped hoist a few kegs. moved the biggest coolers, and offered kindly words of advice for those about to scour away the pent up bar phunk.

Not a dull day. Great swim. Cold weather. And I did my good deeds. Valhalla, I came coming!

Saturday, January 05, 2013

Running For The Beads - 2013

Let's run! Perfect weath for a Souther Fried 5k! 45 degrees and lightly raining. The Gulf Coast Carnival Association's first ever Race For The Beads, in Biloxi, MS. Not the most pleasant of days. Not a very big crowd. Not the most memorable route. But the roads were nice. The people were festive. And the after-party included non-seafood jambalaya along with an assortment of beads and adult beverages. So I have a good time. Plus, my bro-in-law was there with some of his family. He beat me by about a minute. His daughter, Lindsey beat me by three minutes. But for an old pudgy geek, I was able to hit a PR and officially finished in something like 26:19. But that was 3.19 miles. 3.1 miles and I probably hit 25min and some change, which is alllll new territory for me! Over all, good event and I look forward to the next one!

Friday, January 04, 2013

Michael Grimm - 2013

Long, torturous day at the office. Usual villainy: over-due projects, disappointments from vendors, and salesweasles nipping at my heels. Too much trippin' and my soul's worth thin.

Rare treat followed. Neighboring casino: Hard Rock. Great view of the Michael Grimm show. Watery drinks. Wonderful performance.Fantastic music. Really impressive stuff. Including the rest of the band and the backup singers.Proud to have that guy from my home state. A shining star.

Haven't enjoyed such a good show in a long while. Shame it is so rare. Have to do to something about that for the rest of 2013. More happiness. Less woe. That's what I'm thinking.Let's make it so...

Wednesday, January 02, 2013

Pub Run - 01/02/13

Ran solo for the most part. Started off in front of the pack. Ended up behind it. Last mile went well. Was chasing down a trio of ladies that I thought I could pass. But I couldn't. Made for an interesting challenge, though.

That's my issue, not challenging myself. Whenever I bump up against difficulty, I pull back. Throttle down. Rarely try to break through my self-imposed limitations. Hardest when I run. Probably why I hate running the most.

I'm working on it. Not sure of the payoff. But I'm working on it.

Tuesday, January 01, 2013

New Year's Day - 2013

Hello, 2013. Nice to meet you! Be kind. Okay?

Started with a haphazard bike ride through north Gulfport. Guess the spirit was upon me because I crushed the majority of it. Was averaging around 20MPH and Lisa wasn't able to keep up. (Never done that!) On the way back... crazy strong headwind! Slowed me down from 20MPH to just over 14MPH. Thought that I was tired, but everyone else was affected, too. Ended up with almost 18MPH average. Pretty happy, given the conditions.

Cleaned up and went to visit my Grandfather's grave. Would have been 93 today. Died 5yrs ago. On my parents' anniversary.

I think about Doe all the time. Especially when I'm running. Sometimes I feel like giving up and thoughts of him bring me strength. Sounds strange, but I thank him for his energy. For inspiring me. If it is possible and he is out there, I know he's watching. And I hope in some small fashion I make him proud.

Monday, December 31, 2012

Bye bye 2012!

With a few minutes left, here is how I'll remember 2012:

  • 12 races on the books
  • 77 hours of strength training
  • 70 miles of swimming
  • 312 miles of running
  • 1430 miles of biking
  • and 210337 calories that aren't clinging to my waistline.
A year of challenges, victories, discoveries, and defeats. Looking forward to more, in 2013. 

So bye bye 2012!

Saturday, December 01, 2012

Jingle Bell Run - 2012

Beautiful day in Long Beach. Everyone gathering on the town green for a little 5K event: Jingle Bell Run - 2012.

Took the kids. And Molly Dog. Kids bickering over who holds the leash. Everyone loves that little lion of ours. When the race began, she wanted to run, too!

Temperature started off in the 50s. Wore pants. Almost wore sleeves. Ended nearly 70. Sweated most of the way. Regretted those pants most of all.

Smooth roads. Water mid-way. No idea how many runners. Maybe 300. Many kids. Some seniors. Few dogs. Very friendly run with lots of happiness in the air.

No intervals. No stopping. Passed the folks I wanted to pass. Got passed more than I wanted to get passed. Didn't do badly, but I didn't do well. 27:33. Unofficially 83rd place. (Not everyone went the full distance.) If I actually slept last night, if I hadn't spent time yelling at the toilet, and if I were hydrated, I might have done better. But I'm happy with the performance, given my silly conditions. Great way to start the day, and I enjoyed the time with the kids. Maybe one day I'll have them running next to me. Shortly after, I'm sure I'll have to catch up with them. But I enjoy what I have. It's all good. Including the Jingle Bell Run!

Saturday, November 24, 2012

MS Coast Half Marathon - 2012

Have I ever revealed my hatred of running? It is profound. And deep seated. I hate the sweating. I hate the breathing. I hate the tedium of an endless rhythmic gait. And I hate the ungodly slow boredom of miles creeping under my feet.Yet, lunatic that I am, I take it upon myself to run a half marathon this morning. Deep. Seated!

Started off cold. Low forties. Somewhere around six hundred frozen tots enjoyed the freezer burn, too. Me all blacked out. Including OJ-style beanie. Grizzly from NoShaveVember. Either running thirteen something miles today or getting sized up for a pair of Buno Magli shoes. Probably more socially responsible to run. So I ran.

First three miles rocked. All ha ha and fun fun. By the time I said goodbye to Mr 5K, I'd lost the sleeves. And the gloves.

The second three miles started to get on my nerves. Well, mainly it was the knife-like wind howling down from the arctic that gnawed on my face and chest. But what's a little bitey bitey between friends? So I don't hold any grudges.

Third set of three miles. That's when the relation started to sour. Was still sticking to the intervals. But they were getting harder. And the voice of the lizard started to buzz in my good ear.  You know, that ancient reptilian bastard that doesn't like fitness, challenges or personal improvement. Sneaky thing, he is. Loves to eff with my head. But I didn't listen those first 9 miles. No much at least.

Last set of miles. (sigh) They sucked. Because they were actually four miles. Plus point one tacked to the end. For good measure. 4.1 miles of double extra suckitude. At mile 9, the lizard personally builds a huge brick & mortar wall in front of me. Stands atop it and declares: YOU SHALL NOT PASS! Little green bastard then proceeds to scream in my ear with each step. Telling me I cannot do it. Telling me I ain't got the chops. And telling me that I need to stick with being a geek, because I'm no damn athlete! Four point one miles of that. Trying to figure out why I shouldn't quit running. Do my legs hurt? No. Breathing off? No. Cramps? No. Dehydrated? No. So WHY QUIT? Because of that damn lizard! Standing atop the wall of my private fears. Telling me how bad I am.

That's exactly how it went down. Exactly. But, skip to the end. Two thousand calories later. I finished! Goal of 2:15:00. Actual time of 2:19:30 something. 175th place. Despite the wind. Despite my recent injury. And despite the lizard. I finished. Another notch on Ol' Jon's belt.

So. On to the next adventure.

Friday, November 23, 2012

MOVIE - Broken Flowers

Bill Murray stars in this  minimalist melodrama about a man's search for a son he isn't sure he fathered. An amazing supporting cast. Sublime, witty acting. Excellent dialogue. Good pacing. And thought provoking themes (from director Jim Jarmusch) all come together to make a beautiful, Oscar-worthy vignette that was completely ignored and barely broke $10M at the box office. Thankfully, it appeared on Netflix.

Bottom line: if you like good writing with a superb cast, Broken Flowers is a great movie. Lots and lots of things to love about it.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Thanksgiving - 2012

Beautiful day. Beautiful family. And friends. And food. Couple of striking thoughts came to mind. Rather than narrate them, I'll just spit them out.

First: mine is a generation of men raised by women. And I need to spend more time with Grandma, while I can. At 85 she is in great shape. But things spin out of control quickly. It was great to see her, give her a ride home, just hug her and let her know I love her. Sometimes, she doesn't remember. And she usually asks me if I've lost a lot of weight recently. I'll miss that. So I enjoy it while it last.

Second: Amid the usual Facebook noise, I spotted a quote I enjoyed:
It's not happy people who are thankful, it is thankful people who are happy.
And I think that holds true for me. When I switched from the endless pursuit of material wealth to the enjoyment of life, people, and experiences around me, I was far more thankful for everything I had. And happiness followed. Sure, I had a bigger house, I had more computers, we had new cars, and made much more money. But were we happier? Sadly, no. We weren't. But the only constant in our lives is that everything changes. Sometimes for the better. Sometimes. Well, sometimes not better.

Third: I read an article that suggested during Thanksgiving, the average person consumes up to 4500 calories. To put that in perspective it is almost 3 times the average daily consumption. To work it off would require four straight hours of jogging. A full blown marathon. Or nearly four hours of crazy, high impact aerobics. I'm pretty sure the list of people planning to do that level of activity contains exactly ZERO names. (At least for people in my neck of the woods.) So I moderated, across two lunches. No rolls. No pie. No sweat tea. Just a bit of stuffing. And mainly turkey.

Finally: I actually STARTED my day with a private little 5K run. Record pace. Record time. Twenty five minutes and some change. No intervals. No water. Just running and breaking personal records. All of which, I'm thankful for!

Friday, November 16, 2012

On The Run

Decided to try a little run. (Since swimming went well.) And survived a private 5k around the neighborhood. Nothing spectacular, but the miles went by. And nothing felt broken. Or painful.

Needed the open space. And time alone. Swat all these angry wasps. Buzzing inside my head. Sting sting sting. Buzz buzz buzz. Mostly noise. Distractions. Amber wings brushing the back of my head. Traveling from Point A to Point Z. Had to put some space between us. Those angry bugs and Ol' Jon.

The trip went well. I survived. The swarm got lost. And I got found. Good to be back on the run.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

In The Water

My first training day in a week. And I pick up where I left off: at the pool. Took it easy. Forgot to stretch. Cranked up the music. Breath. Reach. Twist. Clean kickoff. Breath. Reach. Twist. Forty laps. Non-stop. Trying to forget about last weekend.

All these beautiful moments happen. Small victories. Then they're gone. And I'm left clutching the memories of them. Becoming half-lit shadows. Trying to catch what fragile pieces I can. Hold them a little longer. As they sift through my fingers. Like so many pale grains of sand. Under the surface, nobody can hear me scream. So, it is good to be back. In the water. A clean start. All over again.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The Odds

Not keen on starting work at 0530. Especially on cold days. Not a drop of sunlight as I ride down the beach. No coffee. And plenty of room for disaster.

Replaced a couple of fiber switches. Actually no big deal, as it turned out. Finished in record time. Didn't set off any alarms. Or rouse any dragons.

But, then. The damnedest thing. On one of the servers, two drives in a RAID5 died. Same server, same day, same array. What are the odds? Have to approach Power Ball level stuff there. Been doing IT approaching twenty years and I've never seen it happen. Never!

Fortunately, good hardware support from the vendor and good backups saved my pale narrow butt from the fire. A day of downtime for the users who needed access to the server, but it could have been far worse. No data lost. And I'm rocking two new fiber switches. I'll drink to that!

MOVIE: Cloud Atlas

Vast. Breathtaking. Immersive. Visual. Intertwined. Romantic. Exhilarating. Grandiose. Philosophic. And remarkable. Just a few of the words competing for space in my head after catching a showing of Cloud Atlas this evening.

Based on the 2004 novel by British author David Mitchell, the movie does a far better job than I thought it would do. The settings (especially Neo Seoul!) were perfect and unique unto themselves, helping keep the different pieces of the story clear without being distracting. The special effects almost kept themselves out of the way, but felt contrived in a few places (especially Neo Seoul, lol!) Excellent pacing. Fairly good writing (maintained by sticking somewhat closely to the book.) Pretty good dialogue. But some unremarkable acting in a couple of places. I felt the visual aesthetics played a more critical part than the character performances. And the message of the movie was in the unfolding of the story, not in the accomplishment of the actors.

The original book told six separate, but inter-connected stories. Their settings spanned several centuries, and countries. Mitchell fastened everything together with over-lap characters whose adventures manage to affect all of the other characters and stories with the intricacy of a finely crafted, perfectly balanced pocket watch.

The central theme of Cloud Atlas is that we are all appearing at different points in time, and our paths are crossing infinitely, moving through these ascents and descents together. Sometimes heroes. Sometimes victims. Sometimes villains. But even though our perceptions are fixed, all of time and all of these stories are unfolding simultaneous. Everything at once. What we call the past, present, and future, are all one event. And all of our selves and our partners in these adventures are affecting one another at the same time: the past affecting the present, the present affecting the future, the future affecting the past. Each of our choices touching everything, everywhere.

As Mitchell wrote:
“Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.”
Have you ever met somebody you instantly liked and knew things about them quicker than you should? Somebody you felt so comfortable with that you notice their absence? That having them in your life feels as natural as two pages of one book next to each other? That's the connection. We have pasts, presents, and futures with certain people in our lives. Trapped in orbits that we're trying to escape. But our private gravities keeps pulling us back to each other. Again. And again.

Two things really bothered me in the translation from book to movie. And it takes a bit of background to get to the heart of my discontent. So hopefully you'll bear with me.

First, the novel contains six very distinct and individually separate stories that are being unfolded to the reader by the characters either reading or recounting those stories. It all starts (and ends) with "the Pacific Journal" by the character Adam Ewing. The reader follows Adam's voyage directly, but eventually Adam literally writes "the Pacific Journal" that (a century later) is read by the next character, Robert Frobisher. Frobisher (a talented but inexperienced composer) is enthralled by Ewing's novel and later produces a musical piece called the Cloud Atlas Sextet. That music (a sort of story) is picked up by Luisa Rey (third character) in the 1970s, who eventually writes a manuscript, called Half Lives, of her adventures. Tim Cavendish (forth character) is an elderly, modern day editor who considers trying to publish the manuscript but ultimately finds it boring and works on a screenplay for his own adventures. Two hundred years later, Somni-451 (fifth character) begins a rebellion influenced by her viewing of a fragment of a movie called The Ghastly Ordeal Of Timothy Cavendish. And finally Zachry (sixth character) believes in a religion based around Somni-451's "declarations" that have been handed down for generations based on a holographic message (an "Orison") that she made before the end of her adventure.

SO! That's a long way of saying that each part of Cloud Atlas starts with somebody's story, they create their own story, which is later picked up by another character, who creates a new story. I don't think the movie was verbose enough about that. Stories within stories and nothing new gets created without the contribution of other people on our lives.

Second, the novel did a fantastic job of depicting our brief moments of absolute lucidity where we realize time is just a fragile human concept and we are actually able to grasp our present as it sits next to what happened before, and what will happen later. The concept of the future affecting the present or the past is a tough one. I don't think the movie did a good job with it. It was easier to see in the novel because the stories actually reversed the direction of influence very clearly: Zachry's granddaughter likes that Somni-451's declaration" is inclusive of everyone and everything, which reaches back and influences Somni. Somni's last wish is to watch Cavendish's movie, which shifts to his story, and backwards, and backwards, until we arrive where we start, with Adam Ewing. Again, I thought the book was able to articulate a difficult concept far better than a movie. However,it took  days to read the novel, and not even three hours to view the show. So I guess a film has to make due with a far more limited experience.

But over all, an incredible movie. Glad I saw it on the big screen. Thrilled to have so many lessons from the novel refreshed in my mind. Especially one from Zachry:
“...there ain't no journey what don't change you some.” 
I may not enjoy the outcomes of all my adventures. But they all change me.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Liam's Symphony Training

Late night becomes an early morning. Up with Liam, driving to Hattiesburg, MS.

Liam's strings instructor invited him to USM's Fall symphony training. To  listen to one of the world's greatest bass players, hang out with other musicians, and pick up some additional tips and techniques.

Hopefully, some of it stuck in his head. He already understands so much about music that it boggles my mind. And the way he intuits everything, from one instrument to another, is nothing short of amazing. Gifted, talented kid. Doing my best to keep involved and motivate him. Not easy when it's a teenager involved. But he stuck with it. Even though he was the youngest person there. And rocked during the two hour jam session.

Long but pleasant day. Nearly twelve hours from beginning to end. With some Mugshot's thrown in, for lunch. Kept me distracted from the cauldron of anger and rage boiling behind my eyes.

If I can heal and keep from going super nova for a couple of weeks, maybe I'll be able to put all this behind me. And, maybe not.

Good day though. Taking them one at a time.

Friday, November 09, 2012

70.3 Training - Final Week

Supposed to be another taper week for me. Took it all kinds of easy. 5K runs. One hour rides. Three quarter mile swims. Nothing even remotely challenging. Recovering. Resting for the big event.

Supposed to be sleeping in New Roads, LA, right now. Resting for an early morning adventure. But, of course, somehow I derailed the whole thing on Wednesday. And I get to back out of my first 70.3. After more than two months of training... That's just great, ain't it?

Par for the course.

Thursday, November 08, 2012

Slight Sting

The night before I leave, and I feel a slight sting. (Pointing to my head.) That'd pride effing with me. Eff pride! Pride only hurts. It never helps. I gotta fight through this spit. (Compliments of Marsellus Wallace.)

Now I'm crushed. Defeated. Embarrassed. Grim. Depressed. And bordering on an anxiety attack. My woes from late yesterday continue. Something below the belt is sprained. Not badly. On a scale of 1 to 10, it is no more than a 3. But taking a 3 with me to an Ironman event will result in a long term 9 or 10.

I cannot risk surgery, then six weeks of recovery, and six months of therapy just because I want to maintain my pride. I stayed home today to rest and soak and try to recover. Not sure how much, if any, good that has done. If I still feel this way in the morning, I have to do the unimaginable and throw in the towel. Cancel my room, cancel my drive over, cancel the whole damn thing and NOT compete. Not do what I've been training eight weeks to do.

Yeah, Marsellus, I'm feeling it. I'm feeling it really badly. And I don't like that sting. Not one damn bit.


Wednesday, November 07, 2012

Um...

Um... This isn't good. Not good at all. Did an extremely light workout today (3/4 mile swim, 30 minutes on the bike) and hours later I'm feeling something entirely too uncomfortable below the belt.

An old wound? Not sure. But if this keeps up, I'm not going to be able to do a 70.3. Something lightly injured will become something VERY injured by the time I finish. If I finish.

Not liking this!

Tuesday, November 06, 2012

Not So Close Afterall

Everything I heard from both sides of the media was a paraphrase of: It is going to be a close race. 

First: It wasn't a close race. Second: I was wrong. Third: Many people were far more wrong than I was. 

Barack Obama was re-elected in a crushing mandate of a victory. The momentum Fox News promised for Romney did not appear. The Undecided voters Fox News promised would vote against the incumbent did not vote against the incumbent. Women and Latinos did not vote "for the economy" instead of "for their rights." The youth vote showed up. And hard-working, middle class white folks came out against Romney. Almost everything I heard Carl Rove say for the past week was absolutely wrong. (Despite his Ross Perot-esque attempts to explain his version of voodoo political math where uncounted ballots from urban minority districts were somehow going to turn the tide in Romney's favor in Ohio.) 

However, I'd like to openly confess my predictions were wrong. I predicted Romney would take FL, NC, and VA. In fact, he did not take VA and it looks like he may not take FL. He  is only the clear winner in NC. 

I was also wrong about the popular vote. That wasn't close, either. I predicted 0.05% - 0.08% for Obama. The counting won't be complete for a while, but the media is predicting it could be as much as 1.5% for Obama.

Despite the explosive outcries of "No!" and a myriad of tears at his headquarters when Fox News called the election for Obama, Mitt Romney had a gracious concession speech. He challenged his supporters to pray for the President, pray for the country, and work with their opponents to cross the divide in order to help restore the county. 

I propose we all line up, give each other high fives, and say: Good game. Regardless of which team won, it was a good game. 

Now let's clean up and go home!

Monday, November 05, 2012

Election Predictions 2012

For the last couple of weeks I've been fascinated with the STATE polls coming out for the election. Let me be clear: NOT the national polls, but the much more narrow state polls conducted usually by people and organizations within a very specific region. Historically, they appear to be more accurate and less biased, to me. As opposed to the national polls, which generally have a slight leaning in one direction or the other. So I pay far more attention to the state polls. Especially since they don't appear to get much media attention.

Based solely on my reading of the state polls, and focusing solely on the SWING STATES, it doesn't look like too many states are actually close. The tightest races only appear to be in Virginia and Florida. 

I know what you're saying, "But Jon, what about Ohio! Romney has been picking up momentum since the first debate, there are lots of undecided voters who traditional vote against the incumbent, and women are going to vote for the economy and not their subjective rights!" 

Hey, whatever. I'm only looking at polls. Not asking specific questions of specific people. And if you look at the 14 polls that came out today, 13 of them give Obama the lead, and only one says it is a tie. Exactly NONE of the Ohio polls put Romney in the lead. I do not think that indicates any kind of a tie. OH, PA, WI, NV, and CO all show similar tracks: Obama wins. 

FL and VA have more mixed signals, but they slightly (less than 1%!) favor Romney. And North Carolina favors Romeny. 

"So, Jon, what are you saying?" you ask.

Here's what I'm saying: In the critical swing states, Romney will win NC, Romney barely wins FL and VA, but Obama will win the others, including OH, PA,  NV, and CO. Obama wins the electoral vote. 

"But, JON!! The electoral college is a dinosaur and needs to be put out of our misery! What about the popular vote?" you cry. 

Given the fact that the Republicans have lost the popular vote in four out of five of the last elections (Bush v Kerry was the only popular victory since Reagan!) I think Obama wins by 0.5% - 0.8%.

"Yeah, but what if you're wrong, smart guy?"

Romney could still win. But the bookies give him only 1 in 4 chances. I'd give him as little as 1 in 10. That still means he'd win once if the elections were held ten times. And maybe 2012 is that once. If Obama does NOT get the young vote (like he did in history measure in 2008) then he could lose. If women and minorities do what Fox News says they're going to do, then Obama could lose. If there really are hordes of Undecided voters and they really vote against the incumbent, as Fox News says, then Obama could lose. So I'm not saying that Obama will win. I'm just saying it is much more likely. If he loses, I'll admit I bet on the wrong guy.

And, no, I'm not saying all of this because Obama is "my guy." Ron Paul would be "my guy." John Hunstman would be "my guy." Obama, is not my guy. However, the polls clearly favor him. Despite all the cries of "it's going to be close" that we hear from the media. 

But who knows? Until this time tomorrow!

Sunday, November 04, 2012

Minor Reunion

Sometimes, Facebook proves invaluable. This weekend, for example, I saw that one of my old middle school friends had come into town, from Tampa, FL. Plus, I needed a drink. Put one and one together, and you get: Downtown Gulfport. Rooney's. The Quarter. Bacchus. Met up with John H. and Melva C. for a minor reunion.

Amazing what time, marriage, and kids can do to people. John was a chef in NOLA and FL for a few years. Now manages his father-in-law's legal practice. Has a three year old son. Fishes every chance he gets. And has probably lost three times as much weight as I did, when he stopped being a chef.

When last I saw Melva, she was a foot taller than me and I had no chance of taking her in a fair fight. These days, she's married to the owner of a local auto magazine (with several hundred thousand subscribers). And no longer taller or broader than me. Though, I probably still couldn't take her in a fair fight.

Things went along the normal lines of adult reunions. The usual dialog over a couple of drinks (I practiced excessive moderation!) in a loud Saturday night crowd. Bridging the gap between the modern 21st century and the chaos of the raging Eighties: What are you doing these days? How did you end up doing THAT? How long have y'all been together? How many kids? How old? Yeah, it is crazy tough being an adult and raising the next generation of hooligans!

Not sure when we'll meet again. Good to catch up. A brief trip back in time. When things were simpler. Enjoyed it while it lasted. Everything changes. Nothing changes. We're all still those awkward young rednecks inside, regardless of the weathered exteriors.  Well. At least I'm still awkward. And uncomfortable. And unsure of what I want to be when I grow up. But. Too late now.

Saturday, November 03, 2012

70.3 Training - Week 8

The race is one week from today. In fact, I should be finished by now, hopefully recovering after my first 70.3 Ironman.

This is my first of two "taper" weeks. In theory, I pull back a little and peak the day of the race. Having never done ANYTHING like this before, I just follow instructions from my trainer: Luke.

Bought new tires. Bought new cycling shorts. Both worked well on a 30 mile ride. Swimming wasn't strong this week, but I've been training with 1+ mile swims for a while now. Running was only a 5K and a 10K, but I did well on both of those.

This coming week is even slower. But I'm going to nail down my fuel plan, stretch, rest, and hydrate. Overall, I'm much more confident than I've ever been. If I can "stick to the plan," and keep positive, I'll do well. (At least by my low standards.)

Radish Festival 2012


Long Beach held their inaugural Radish Festival today. Town green. About two dozen booths. The usual Farmer's Market vendors, plus some other newcomers. For their first one, it turned out nicely. Helped to have beautiful weather. And a friendly crowd.

One of the local farmers brought out some of his cows. A great big ol' girl. Crazy full of fresh moo juice. Sadly, forty something years old before touch a cow. Then, woo hoo, we milked that ol' girl! Surprisingly easy, too! Meg gave it a shot. And she was able to rock that cow's world! At one point, there were like three kids around sitting around and tugging on the udders. An old fashioned Southern milk war!

Walked around the festival for a bit and completely found an area setup for  bocce ball. Yet another first for Team McDougal! Time to get some! I'd never played it, let alone seen it. And the kids were all about it. Then played a couple of rounds while I hung out with Molly Dog and enjoyed the weather.

Speaking of Molly Dog, forgot to mention we took her with us. And she met a BUNCH of new friends. Surprisingly odd number of small white dogs at the Radish Festival! Seriously. Like half a dozen of them. Funny to see their odd greeting ritual. Sniffing and such. Always the same dance each time Molly would find a new friend. Thankfully, no fights or bloodshed erupted amongst pets.

Ended the visit with some snacks. Cookies from local bakery and milk (no, not straight from that cow) the Country Girl Creamery. Liam cracked me up with his selection of an Elmo cookie. And Meg went for (surprise!) Hello Kitty. Some crackling for me.

Hopefully next year will be bigger and better. We'll be there!

Friday, November 02, 2012

Man Parts Saved

Ordered some new biking shorts. Needed to diminish the medieval torture-like pain I experiencing after a couple of long bike rides. Something akin to a midget practicing his tee shot directly under my 'nads.

Aaaaanyway... Took a thirty mile ride this morning. Clocked it at 18MPH average at 27 miles (my goal) and afterwards, so pain in the nether region. Definitely taking the new shorts to the 70.3 with me. And I think my sensitive man parts are saved from further woe.