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And the bass keep runnin’ runnin’, and runnin’ runnin’…

And the bass keep runnin’ runnin’, and runnin’ runnin’…

I started what I hope to be a jogging regiment during my lunch hour today.  My rational brain tells me it went better than expected, I mean I ran 2.9 miles on my first time out. My competitive brain tells me it was a terrible outing – 10 minute miles, I should be running 5 minute miles!

This is all prompted because I finally went and got my “numbers”. You know, blood pressure, sugar levels, cholesterol, BMI. I knew the BMI would be fine. I’ve always been on the thin side. I had a sneaking suspicion about that cholesterol though, and I was correct. Time to exercise.

I have jogged in the past, but it never really stuck. My Dad is a jogger. Has been since I was a kid. I always admired that. My wife and I also used to jog together, before the kids. Heck, she ran cross country in college. But I could never really motivate myself to stick with jogging. I never really had a reason, I guess.

But I think I’m ready now. I mean, I do want to have a healthy heart after all. And I like the idea of being a part of the running community. This is a thing I’ve noticed about myself. I have a thing for being a part of a group based on an activity or hobby. I have writing, and blogging, and arcade games, and comic books, and hockey. These are groups of which I’m a member. The funny thing about it, though, is while I’m a member of all of these groups I wouldn’t consider myself a regular in any of them. I have always said I’m pretty good at a lot of things, but great at nothing.

I look forward to being good at running.

Technology is on my side. My wife and I purchased smart phones for the first time this summer. I picked up a Galaxy S4. It’s a pretty cool device with a bevy of free exercise apps. One such app is My Tracks by Google. It gives me so much data during a run, including distance and how fast  (or slow) I’m running. It brings joy to this numbers geek’s heart.

Here’s the data for my first run. I plan on posting this data, for myself and anybody else interested in tracking my progress. Excelsior!

Created by Google My Tracks on Android.

Name: 1st R U N
Activity type: street running
Description: –
Total distance: 4.64 km (2.9 mi)
Total time: 28:32
Moving time: 28:20
Average speed: 9.76 km/h (6.1 mi/h)
Average moving speed: 9.84 km/h (6.1 mi/h)
Max speed: 10.94 km/h (6.8 mi/h)
Average pace: 6:09 min/km (9:53 min/mi)
Average moving pace: 6:06 min/km (9:49 min/mi)
Fastest pace: 5:29 min/km (8:50 min/mi)
Max elevation: 316 m (1037 ft)
Min elevation: 279 m (916 ft)
Elevation gain: 66 m (216 ft)
Max grade: 9 %
Min grade: -11 %
Recorded: 8/19/2013 11:49AM

Dribbling Man – A Fascinating Article on Grantland

Dribbling Man – A Fascinating Article on Grantland

Sad, fascinating article about a man whose life and feeling of self-worth was overturned like so many others by the economic downturn. And so he decided to walk from Seattle to Brazil, hoping to arrive before the 2014 World Cup.

I’m always fascinated by these articles about people who can just cut ties to basically everything in their life and just go on these quests. I love reading these tales because this is pretty much the opposite of me. I’ve always been responsible to something, be it school, or a job, or a mortgage, or a family that I could not fathom risking/discarding it to go on an epic quest. There is a romanticism about that freedom, I think, that could never live up to the reality of it (read the article for a concrete example of this).

Anyway, give the article a look. I think you will enjoy it.

Two weeks before Richard Swanson started dribbling a soccer ball to Brazil, his friends toasted him with a boot of dark wheat beer at his favorite German pub. Die Bierstube is in Seattle’s Roosevelt neighborhood,1 near the University of Washington. It sits on a street lined with yoga studios, Pilates studios, a nonprofit no-kill animal rescue, and a center for healing arts that offers classes in Feldenkrais, Chi Kung, dance, interplay, Tui Na, yoga, and transformational breathing. The East West Bookshop, a block north of the tavern, sells crystals, incense, and hardcovers with titles like Buddhist Boot Camp, How to Meditate, and Breaking the Habit of Being Yourself.

via Richard Swanson died while trying to walk from Seattle to Brazil for the 2014 World Cup – how far did he want to break away? – Grantland.

How NOT To Wake Up In The Morning

How NOT To Wake Up In The Morning

About two weeks ago, I had a really rough time at my ice hockey game. It was 6:30 on a Saturday morning, and I was tired, and we were coming off a two week hiatus due to Penn State Spring Break (we have a lot of students in the league and therefore wouldn’t have much players while they are gone). Anyway, those are my excuses. It felt like I was wearing two left skates that game. I fell numerous times for no reason, which doesn’t happen to me anymore. I also took a pretty good check near the front of the net, which resulted in a penalty for the other team. By the end of the night, my back was wrecked.

And it was sore for the next week or so, sore in a way it never has been before. It was pretty rough, to be honest.

Last week, I was sick most of the week and so was my son (4 years old). We did a lot of laying around. That sucked, but it gave my back some time to heal. In fact, I would say by yesterday it was back to normal. And then this morning happened.

So, my son hasn’t been sleeping well because his nose is all stuffy and he can’t kick his fever. So every hour or so he’ll meander over to our room and ask for me. Always me. There’s no real reason why he wants me, I mean our daughter always asks for he mum. It’s just what they do. He asks for me, I place him in his bed, and once it seems he’s asleep, I go back to my room. So, the past few nights I’ve been waking every hour, just as I’m about to fall asleep. I might as well have a newborn.

This is how things went last night until around 5:30 AM, at which point I put the kid in the bed with us and then once I knew he was asleep I snuck to his room, hoping for what would in all honesty be a power nap. In the other room, my alarm was set for 6:45 AM so I could wake for work.

That hour of sleep was glorious. I settled into a nice, deep rest. I couldn’t tell you what I dreamt of, but I do know I was in a deep enough sleep to hit REM.

Then the alarm went off.

What happened next would make a great slapstick comedy scene in a Tim Allen movie. Exhausted, schlubby old Dad, rapidly flips over to switch off the alarm, only to send himself airborne, face-first to the floor. Dad lands on his face/left hand and tweaks his just-healed sore back. This will be HILARIOUS in the movie version. The real-life version isn’t as funny, although I appreciated the blog post material.

So yeah, sore and tired today. It could be worse, though. In the Tim Allen version, I’m sure the poor toolman would’ve landed on a toy on the floor and injured his wang.