Friday, February 27, 2009

A Campout And A Cold Front

Tristan and I may go on a little camp out tonight with a group from our church. It's for Dads and sons, so there won't be any icky girls there.

A cold front is also supposed to blow in tonight so I'm wondering how it's going to turn out. Maybe it won't rain too much. I'm pretty sure Tristan doesn't want to go, but I'm going to make him go anyways because I'm just mean like that, also because he needs to give the video games a break for at least one weekend this year.

Ahhh, the great outdoors, chili simmering over a gas cooker, older dads playing cards under gas lanterns, raccoons digging around in the trash bins, and mosquitoes.
What's not to love?
Nah, it's going to be a lot of fun. I'll bring my guitar too, just in case it isn't.

So yeah, that cold front is really going to mess up this perfect racing weather, low 67˚, high 82˚ today falling down to a low 37˚, high 63˚ on Sunday.
Since the race starts early Sunday morning, I can look forward to the low and not much else. At least it's supposed to be very sunny. Maybe that'll warm things up a little quicker.

What are you guys doing this weekend?



KoP

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Hard Times Acomin'

Starting next month, it looks like I'm going to get to drive my Jeep a lot more.

The Company, in anticipation of the Union strike we will probably be engaged in sometime around April, has temporarily taken away the "Home Dispatch" privilege(?) that I've been enjoying for the past 5 years.
Oh well. All good things come to an end eventually, I guess.

Did I mention I'll get to drive my Jeep a lot more?
I'm sort of ready to turn in my keys right now.



KoP

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Back In The Land Of The Living

I feel MUCH better this morning.
Yesterday was not so good. I actually started feeling sick the day before, but yesterday it hit me full force.
I guess it was just a 24 hour stomach virus kind of thing because I couldn't keep anything down.

I didn't want to workout this morning on a completely empty stomach, but I did wake up with a spring in my step, ready for work.

I wonder if I'm bringing all these little ailments on myself because I'm worried about them screwing up my race Sunday? haha, That would be mind over matter in a most uncool way. Luckily, this is my take it easy week.

Speaking of, it's supposed to be chilly that day at 42˚. Gonna make for an invigorating swim in the lake.


KoP

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Poop

Philip is feeling like poop today. Stomach bug.

That is all.


KoP

Monday, February 23, 2009

Wetsuits, 80s Movies, And Roadtrips

It was 40˚ this morning.
I went to the gym with my wetsuit and did a little swimming in it to get that "wetsuit" feel back.
I hate that feeling...

At first the wetsuit is kind of itchy as it pulls the little hairs all over your body. Then, when you jump in the water, you get the sensation that you are wearing floaties, sort of bobbing around until the suit gets waterlogged. This feeling goes away pretty quickly as the cold water begins to seep through the fibers of the suit. Finally, you stop bobbing and can get started on yet another early morning workout.
Alone.
With no one else around to help motivate you.
Ironically, I think 'm doing better this year alone that I did last year with training buddies. Hmmm

Anyway, I managed to get a decent workout with it. The suit is kind of a cheap one. While it does still offer some level of buoyancy, it also holds a lot of water in the arms and legs, several pounds I would guess. I feel it most in the arms so with each stroke, I get a little more tired than what I normally would.
But like I said, I still managed to get through a decent workout and have realized that this will be my last race with this suit. By fall, I will get one of the faster, slicker seal suits.
For the rest of the week, I'm going to be concentrating on swimming with it and doing some minor tweaking on my stroke for open-water.

Last night, Tristan and I watched the movie Crossroads with Ralph Machio. It's the one about a kid who is a musical prodigy at Julliard, but loves Blues music. He finds this old man that is some sort of "Blues Legend" in a Nursing home sort of prison for older inmates. He promptly busts him out and they make their way back to the old man's home in Mississippi where he wants to somehow win back his soul that was sold to the devil, Legba.
"But he don' go by dat name no mo'. He go by Scratch! Er'body kno' dat!"
Good stuff... after I edited out the F-bombs, P-bombs, and a few S-bombs sprinkled throughout. Can't have Tristan learning any new words just yet.
Yeah right. I just don't want him using them.
Lot o' fun.

Amy and I went for a ride in the Jeep yesterday afternoon and she came up with a grand idea as we talked about our vacation this year.

We will go on an adventure!
We were already planning on flying to Colorado for a backpacking trip at Indian Peaks, but now, we're going to drive it.
A Roadtrip!
We'll plan it all out of course, but we'll also take our mountain bikes, back packs, AND the Jeep! It will be SO much fun. I think I will have to hurry and get that soft top though so we can ride around wild and free when we want to. We may even take a few days longer than we originally planned since the driving will obviously take longer. It'll be RICH!

That's all for now, have a great afternoon!



KoP