chaobell: (look at your man)

…no, it did not kill me, that is not what I mean

So yeah, I finished P90X. I am not going to go OMG EVERYONE MUST GO GET THIS NOW or anything because holy shit it is definitely not for everyone but it worked for me when many things did not and that’s all I really have to say about that outside a cut.

(cut for length and for people who would rather not read about this sort of thing)

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bike get

Feb. 19th, 2010 05:03 pm
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I did sort of forget to mention that UPS did in fact bring me my sweet new racin’ bike right on schedule. I got it put together with a minimum of swearing (“our bikes come 90% assembled” my entire ass) but haven’t actually ridden it outside yet, as it still needs some minor adjustments and a couple of test laps around a parking lot or something before I even think about taking it out on the road.

Also, as the hour of riding it on the trainer the other day tells me, a new saddle.  PADDING, MOTHERFUCKERS, DO YOU USE IT? Ouch.

Yeah, I will gladly sacrifice a few ounces and a few seconds on my bike time for the sake of, y’know, not having a sore ass for the rest of the fucking day. This thing is ridiculous, I’m telling you. Apparently they are designed for people who have NO ASSES. …well, and pads in their shorts, that too.

I’d like to get some better pedals someday as well, and the front derailleur and I are going to have to have a nice long talk because it likes to skip the chain right off the big ring (I’m not thrilled with the fact that the chainring has no little rail or guard or other such mechanism in place to stop that, as has been the case on pretty much every other bike I have ever owned that had more than one gear, and that’s another wishlist item, but for now I’m just going to try adjusting things)

There’s also that thing where for about the last fifteen years I’ve ridden nothing but big heavy mountain bikes and big heavy cruisers and this little light thing with its little skinny tires is going to take some getting used to. I CAN PICK THIS BIKE UP WITH ONE HAND. OVER MY HEAD. EASILY. It’s like the difference between a B-52 and a balsa model of same.  No aero bars to get used to, at least, and that was by choice. I do not like them. They scare me.

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\o/

Nov. 21st, 2009 11:39 am
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It was cold and raining and most of the last mile was on dirt roads (or, more accurately today, mud roads) and my right shin has been aching in a way that makes me a little nervous lately… and I still managed to shave a full minute off my 5K time.

Also this race gave out a very nice tech tee.

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The Internet and my personal shortlist have conferred to pick my charity for the EP5K: the Houston Humane Society.

Go forth and donate, if you like!

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I just found out there’s a 5K right here in town on the 21st.

I’m glad I get On The Run’s e-mail newsletter, or I never would have known. Note to self: make some flyers or something, at least put something on the counter at work.

Speaking of running my ass around for good causes, as you might remember I’m signed up for the EP5K in January. For this one, you can run for a charity or not. I’d like to, but I can’t decide which one and I’d like to make sure it’s something people will actually donate to. To complicate things, the one I’d planned on running for originally–I don’t remember the name, but it was for folks affected by Ike–is no longer on the list for the 2009 race.

Here is the list.  The only one I’d really rather not run for is Susan G. Komen, since I just did the Race for the Cure and I’d like to raise some money for someone else this time; other than that, sky’s the limit.

Caveat: I would greatly appreciate you putting your money where your mouth is and donating a dollar or two if I end up picking the charity you suggest.

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Or maybe not so much goal #3: 42:06.

I saw 44:someodd on the big shiny clock as I finished, but had no idea what my chip time actually was because a) I did not even think about my stopwatch-equipped watch until like mile 2, where I promptly glanced at said watch and went “d’oh” and b) the calm and leisurely procession to the actual start line after the horn went off felt like somewhere between two minutes and fifteen years, sometimes both at once.

Also I forgot to mention the dude in the kilt. Because there was a dude running in a kilt.

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So I ran a 5K this morning, and it was fucking awesome. I don’t know what my exact time was, as we left pretty much immediately after I snarfed up a bottle of water and a banana and they don’t have the results posted yet, but I’m fairly sure I finished under 40 minutes, which was goal #3. Goals #1 and #2 were “finish” and “not finish dead-ass last,” respectively, and there were plenty of blue bibs cruising along behind me so hey.

Also, for future reference: a tenth of a mile is a lot shorter than I thought. I passed the 3-mile marker, went “okay here we go time to start kicking for the finish line and–o shits what are the chip mats doing all the way back here? …oh lol n/m”

…I got up very early and it’s possible that I was not entirely coherent at that point, okay

Anyway, it is done, I lived, it was actually not bad at all, the volunteers were wonderful, the spectators were wonderful, the other runners were wonderful, and there was a guy dressed up as a knight riding a flamingo ahead of me.

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.

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WII BIKE. HELLS YES.

What would be really nice is a kit to Wii-fy your existing stationary bike or regular-bike-on-a-trainer, but shit, I’ll take what I can get.

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There was a strange large Tyvek envelope in my mail today!

oh, the suspense!

I wonder what it could possibly be?

lewt!

:D

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Do not leave your bike helmet in back seat of Aunt Boss’s truck on Friday evening. If you must leave your bike helmet in the back seat of Aunt Boss’s truck on Friday evening, please notice that you have done so before you start pushing the bike towards the door to go for a ride-n-run on Sunday morning.

As I may have mentioned, I do not ride anywhere without my helmet. Ever. Not even to the corner store a block away. Not even to the mailbox. It is not done.

The punchline: just yesterday I was at Wal-Mart (having arrived there by means that were not my bike) thinking “huh, it’s probably about time for a new bike helmet,” because I replace them about every six months whether I need to or not, and then I thought “… naaaaaaaaaah, maybe next week.” So my ride-n-run turned into just a run today, oh well.

I’m guessing this missed call from Aunt Boss I found on my cell from last night was in regards to this. Woops.

In conclusion, here are two of the first plants I’ve ever managed to not kill (the basil plant which is still also alive and well is not in the picture), plus two community cats.

Max, regular mint, chocolate mint, Goldie

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No, we cannot color-match and custom dye ribbons for you. Well, I’m sorry the two shades of purple our ribbon suppliers offer don’t perfectly match the fabric swatch you brought in. Yes, I’m aware that Home Depot can match paint to your swatches. We are not Home Depot and ribbons are not paint. No, needing them tomorrow will not change the fact that we cannot color-match them and in fact makes things even more impossible, because custom ribbon orders take ten business days. Yes, they might be able to get them to you faster IF they aren’t backed up with orders from people who didn’t wait until the last minute AND you pay their exorbitant rush charge. No, they will still almost certainly not arrive tomorrow. No, they will still not color-match and custom dye them if you pay a rush charge, what part of “they don’t do that” are you not getting!?

Yes, please do feel free to leave in a huff and tell me you’re going to the other award shops in the area, all of whom use the same ribbon suppliers we do and all of whom will probably be closed for the day by the time you get there.

(actually, rude customers are so rare at this shop that I kind of enjoy it when they do show up)

In other news, and because I understand this shit is BORING AS ALL HELL to some folks but I still enjoy babbling about it, I made another blog to chronicle all my ass-movin’ adventures. If you are interested in all my nerdery related to running and cycling and other such activities, you can keep up with it over there. If you don’t give a shit, you don’t have to see it here. Everybody wins!

(oh um also guys it is time for the periodic plug of my Race for the Cure pledge page–say that three times real fast–your chump change would be greatly appreciated)

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.

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I did my first official Long Run™ today. Please don’t ask me how long, let’s just say “long” and leave it at that.

So yesterday I went bopping into Gamestop with the intent of buying a wireless Nunchuk and nothing else. I mean, because I’ve already said I don’t need to be getting any more games until I finish Okami (I’m kind of stuck on the stupid digging thing in Sei-An City, God I hate those) and if I did, I really wanted to get either Ghostbusters or The Conduit first…

…so naturally, I left with a wireless Nunchuk and Wii Sports Resort.

Oh God it is so good.

I love the swordplay. Particularly the Quick Slice contest, in which you and an opponent have huge things thrown at you that must be sliced at a certain angle, and whoever slices their huge thing at the right angle first gets a point. So you’ve got this judge heaving logs and bamboo poles and giant pencils and gigantic sushi rolls and monstrous mutant fruit and the occasional giant diamond at you, and you have to look at the little arrow on it and chop accordingly before the other Mii dude does.

There are a couple of carryovers from the original Wii Sports–bowling and golf, and there’s table tennis instead of regular tennis. Golf with the Motion Plus is so much better than golf without. Bowling is about the same.

This is another game I really wish had the screenshot-to-SD-card joy that Animal Crossing has, mostly because of all the Miis involved. You still have the random assortment of Miis, yours and otherwise, as spectators, teammates, and opponents. But now the game will also grab random popular Miis from the Check Mii Out channel. This means that sooner or later, I’m going to have Peter Griffin, Michael Jackson, and Jesus hanging out and watching me play ping-pong. I can’t wait, really. …of course I turned it on, are you kidding

And I love the archery. So much. And Frisbee Dog is about the cutest thing ever.

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.

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So I went out to do my second-to-last day of Couch To 5K today. I made it. That’s not the problem.

No, the problem was… I have one of those things that’s like a teeny tiny fanny pack just big enough to hold the three mandatory items: my ID, my cell phone, and my apartment key. Especially my apartment key.

So off I went, chugging along my route. I heard some sort of noise at one point about half a mile out, like something small and metallic hitting concrete, but I didn’t think too much of it–I kick small metallic sidewalk debris all the time and besides it could not possibly have been anything important like say my apartment key, because of course it was safely tucked in my little pouch which of course was zipped securely.

I finished my run and plodded on home–twenty minutes earlier than usual! Great! Getting out of the apartment earlier sure was nice, now I’d have plenty of time to lie around with bags of frozen peas on my shins but first I needed to feed the downstairs neighbor’s cats who were gathered around my door mewing as cutely and pitifully as possible even though they and I both knew they were not starving to death because I’d just fed them before I went to bed. But they still needed food, so let’s just hop up the stairs and open up the door and–

–and discover that the little pouch at our waist, the one we were so sure was zipped… wasn’t.

Uh oh.

ID? Present. Cell phone? Present. Key?

…Key?

……KEY!?

I felt the blood drain from my face.

“Oh fuck,” I said.

“Meeeeh,” said the cats. The little fluffy orange girl cat sat down and licked my ankle.

Back down the stairs I went. See, I could have called the apartments… but the office didn’t open for half an hour, and they would have sent a locksmith, and they would have charged me $30 for that plus whatever it would cost for a new key and possibly a new lock and they just loooooooove to nickel and dime me to death on piddly shit like that, this is the same management that tried to charge me $80 in late fees on a water bill I accidentally underpaid by $2 and paid as soon as I found out two days later, you know they would have a field day with a lost key and well fuck a bunch of that.

At this point, I was pooped from my run and still not entirely awake, so my brain kept coming up with all these ideas that sounded great at first but fell apart as soon as I realized that they involved things that would have required me to, y’know, get something out of the apartment I could not get into.

“Hey, I’ll just get on the bike and pedal along the route I took, and–crap”

“Hey, if I dropped it in the street it’s good as gone anyway, I might as well just go inside and get ready for–crap”

“Well, before I run off looking for my key, I should probably feed the neighbor’s cats, they–crap”

As I walked, scanning the ground for shiny things, I remembered the little noise I’d heard. Oh please, I thought, OH PLEASE LET THAT BE WHERE IT LANDED AND NOT THAT HUGE MUD BOG WHERE THE WATER MAIN BROKE THE OTHER DAY.

Sure enough, in the general area where I’d heard the noise, there was my key on its little dog tag. I’d gotten this little dog tag from one of those machines at Wal-Mart where you put $5 in and get a little engraved tag out.

I should note, as a punchline of sorts, that I’d had this tag engraved with the immortal words “WITH IT OR ON IT.”

I returned home in triumph with my shie–er, key and went on about my business. And I still got to work on time.

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.

WHEW

Jul. 18th, 2009 12:20 pm
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And I’m signed up for the EP5K! \o/

…in case y’all think I might have been exaggerating my worries of not getting to register before the damn thing sold out: the Chevron Houston Marathon and Aramco Half Marathon, which the EP5K goes with, both had caps of 11,000. Yes, eleven thousand dudes in each.

Remember: the 5K has a cap of 4,500.

When I went to sign up–just a little over 24 hours after registration had opened, mind you–the marathon was down to 1,850 spots and the half was sold the hell out.

But it’s all good! …well, except that they don’t mail packets and I’m going to have to bribe someone to schlep me downtown to pick mine up, but whatever. \o/

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Spam subject line of the day: “Make your pecker your trump wassail semipellucid”

…I don’t know what a “trump wassail semipellucid” is, nor am I sure I’d want one, nor am I sure that if I had a pecker I’d want it turned into one.

Today and Tuesday I ran for 28 minutes without a walk break. On Sunday I do it one more time, then I move up to A WHOPPING 30 MINUTES WOOOO eh lol ok.

It’d be kind of anticlimactic if it weren’t for the whole “holy shitballs y’all I can run for half an hour now” thing.

And now I engrave stuff on little cedar plates and make the shop smell like fire as I wait for my paycheck and hope like hell the EP5K isn’t sold out by the time I change some money into plastic to throw at registration. yeah I have not even run my first race yet and I’m already wanting to sign up for another one.

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victoly~

Jul. 12th, 2009 09:08 am
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Twenty-five minutes.

No walk breaks.

Not.

even.

one.

Having the stopwatch running actually helps on these last few weeks of interval-less runs, because as long as I resist the temptation to look at it until I pass the halfway mark or so distance-wise I can peek down and go “eh, only 8 minutes left” or “oh good God you dweeb there’s only three minutes left, why would you even bother walking now”and so on.

Soooooooo seeing as how I’m coming into the home stretch of C25K I guess it’s time to start thinking about what comes next. I know I’m going to switch to a 4-day-a-week schedule–right now I’m running Friday-Sunday-Tuesday, and after the unofficial Week 10 that’s going to change to Monday-Wednesday-Friday-Saturday or Sunday. And I think I’m just going to move right on to Gateway to 8K on the weekdays and do whateverthefuck for an hour on the weekend.

At any rate, running a nonstop 5K in October sure does seem a hell of a lot less monumental a task than it did eight weeks ago. Or even two weeks ago. (obligatory pledge page plug tiems nao, ’scuse me)

…how sad is it that I have picked out a medal at work to buy myself when I finish C25K, seriously

……it’s a pretty medal, though?

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.

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  • Starting Week 7 tomorrow; what this mainly means is no more intervals, it’s all solid running from here on out. Week 7 is also three runs exactly the same as Week 6 Day 3, which is good, ’cause that one was–well, it wasn’t bad, and the walk breaks I took were like ten steps, but I still took more than I would have liked and probably more than I actually needed. Also I was a tool and took one at a point that turned out to be twenty seconds, tops, from the end of the 25-minute run. hurf
  • All this time, I’ve kept lugging the Week 1 podcast around on my Clip because I knew someday I would want to break it out to see how far I’ve come. I did that Friday morning, two or three intervals of it, at quite a bit faster pace than normal, and that was enough to crack my shit right up because now I cannot believe I ever thought running for sixty seconds was hard. I haven’t quite had a run feel the way it does when I dream about it yet, but I’ve come close enough a couple of times to want to keep going.
  • ugh I have turned into one of those d-bags who wakes up at the asscrack of dawn to run.
  • I’m glad I gave Gu a second chance after a first less-than-pleasant experience with the strawberry-banana flavor (which I had to choke down with a whole bottle of water); the coffee flavor tastes like those little coffee hard candies, and the chocolate flavor tastes like something you would drizzle on ice cream. I’ve taken to sucking one of these down to top off the ol’ gas tank before I ride to work.
  • That and sitting on the couch for a few minutes with bags of frozen peas on my shins. Laugh if you must, but it has made a world of difference.
  • Okami is officially one of the best games I have ever played. I can’t play it during the week, because if I sit down to play it I’ll be there for four, five hours. I beat Crimson Helm yesterday!
  • I need the Ghostbusters game so bad. And The Conduit.
  • I am hooked on this shit, specifically the chocolate-mint flavor. Chocolate-mint flavored water, yes, I made the O_o face at it too, but it really is quite good.
  • I got stranded at work until about 8 tonight due to inclement weather–not so much the rain as the thunder right overhead. And then the thunder stopped and I ran out of Hetalia fansubs to watch, so I came home.

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First, your disturbing chaobell.net search request of the day:

“what to do with fire when ur bored”

…well, I’d suggest you start by maybe finding a hobby that does not involve fire. Or if you must fart around with fire when you’re bored, at least find a fire-related hobby that is awesome.

So it’s getting to be that time of year where instead of the usual cheerful little sun or puffy little clouds, ForecastFox shows me a steaming red thermometer next to the little summary of the day’s weather.

This either means torrents of boiling mercury and hot shards of glass are going to rain down from the sky, or it’s just going to be really fucking hot. Not that you can really tell the difference on some days, but anyway.

So this means I have to do one of two things: either wait until almost dark when I’ve already been working and biking all day and am already tired to run, or drag my ass out of bed at the crack of dawn to run and get it the hell out of the way. I chose the latter. And really, it’s not that bad. At least, I ended up not having to repeat Week 4 like I thought I might–started Week 5 on schedule this morning and it was… okay. At 6:30 it was already getting hot and sticky, and even so it probably would have been a lot better if there’d been even the slightest little breeze up ins.

I’m not real sure about day 2–this is the first weird week where the days are not all the same and it goes from three 5-minute runs with three minutes between them on day 1 to a solid 20-minute run on day 3 and uggggh oh well, we’ll see what happens.

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And now, here’s Ruby Rhod with the current weather conditions:

so I probably should have waited another hour or so before I went out to run today. Week 4 Day 1, for those of you playing at home.

someone please go fill my bathtub with nice cool water

and then hold my head under it until I stop kicking

thx bye

(okay no I think I’m going to live and although I did have to take a couple of teeny walk breaks on the last run I did actually finish and I know the Problems that didn’t stem directly from it being fucking hot were probably almost entirely in my head, but I think I’m going to end up repeating this week at least once. We’ll see what happens Friday.)

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