Speed Machine

For anyone who has run any distance of significance you know about gas problems. Running makes a person toot. Another reason to dislike running on a treadmill is that there's people within arms reach of me. Out on the open road I feel fine being, uh, natural. I can even let one slip when I'm on the track.

When there's super-grandpas to the left of me and severly scented Susies to the right, I must suffer gastral pain. Combine that with my fear of falling and I'm not that happy about running on a machine.

On the plus side, I did learn my average heart rate was 166 and I supposedly burned 546 calories during my 45 minute run. That's a small consollation considering all the other grief I had to endure.

I couldn't set the time higher than 30 minutes. My wife tells me that's because people are usually waiting to use the machines. And people think I'm crazy for running in sub-zero weather!

There's all these arbitrary numbers to set before running. What does an elevation of 2.5 mean? How about a speed of 6.6? Give me some hills and let me run as fast as I can up them and tell me when it's been 45 minutes!

Why * ∞ = ?

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Hooray! Nap time is back.

That's how I was able to create today's latest edition. I'm pushing the outter limits to what a $75 complete editing system will yield. More on that later.

The Little Bun is all about questions these days. I thought about filming the follwing scenario during my 75 minute run yesterday. He has ∞ questions to ask.

Today I've got a 45 minute run ahead of me but no batteries. That's a trip to the store and gym with the Bun. I did promise him we'd do whatever he wanted to do today. Small consolation since I've been taking him all over South Minneapolis lately previewing potential preschools for him.

Vomit

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Not the most appealing title. It's been in my life a lot lately. First the boy I was watching today and then me. Well, almost me. I was only able to eat just before going to the gym which is not good for my innards.

When Day Breaks - Fix it?

What's your backup plan?

What happens when that doesn't work either?

Going through life, without much changing, it's easy for me to get complacent. Every now and then something breaks and it's time to find a new path, direction, method or whatever.

Breaking isn't a bad thing. Our dishwasher is making a funny noise. I could dismantle it and see if I can "fix" it or I can wait until it breaks. Then I'll know what's wrong and I can fix that without fixing things that don't need fixing.

speed

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95 days until the Eugene Marathon. Today is a speed day. "Speed" is not really what was going on. I suppose it's a relative term. I was going faster than the walkers. I didn't go quite as fast as the lanky dude with the white t-shirt and glasses. He was only out on the track for a mere 5 minutes.

I suppose he feel's good about himself for leaving me in the dust. I try not to let stuff like that bother me. It's important to run my own race. There's no telling what he was doing. What's important is what I'm doing. I'm training for a marathon.