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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Occupy Living Room Couch


Learning from the amateur mistakes of occupy-protestor-predecessors, this young protestor made sure to clearly and loudly delineate his demands: warm milk. a chest rub (with lots of swirls, hearts, stars). an original song (about him) sung softly. a fancy-ass white noise machine to fill the air with sounds of the ocean, his ancestral home. And most importantly, the ultimate goal of his protest, a long-ass nap on the living room couch. Amen brother. Yell and you shall be heard.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Moment of zen.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Giant Flying Turd

AP Nov 13 2011. The 13th day of November proved unlucky for a quiet Colorado neighborhood. In the midst of another extreme windstorm typical of this area, residents woke up on a Sunday morning to find a GIANT FLYING TURD!!! The look of terror on the faces of these flamingos says it all.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Hard to comprehend...

To preface, and while it goes without saying - I'm by no means a world class endurance athlete. That being said, I've done a couple of marathons, a handful of triathlons and a dozen other races of varying distances. So tonight I went up to the local high school football field to do some "speed work"... just work on doing some sprints, get the heart rate up, work on the 'fast twitch' muscles if you will, etc., So for kicks, and using my GPS watch to measure my time, and the football lines to measure the distance - I took off on a flat-out-100-yard-sprint... goal to goal, with the wind at my back on a brand new AstroTurf field. I wanted to see how fast I could run it. I'm pushing.. and when I'm about half way my quads are aching, I'm even throwing in audible grunts every few strides as I am REALLY trying to let it rip for 100 yards straight, leave it all out there, etc. I even start to fade with about 20 yards to go but notice this an hit the pedal again, knowing I can rest once I cross the opposing goal line. Right as I cross the line, marking 100 yards - I stop my watch .. I proceed to put my hands on my head and walk around in a meandering circle as I struggle to even out my breath again. My lungs are burning, and with every heart beat it seems that my vision also blurs. When I look down at my watch, I ran a 100 yards at a "pace per mile" of 4:37 ... meaning if I could carry on that pace for 1 mile, I'd run the mile in 4:37. Not too bad. Then I read this....

"...Geoffrey Mutai won the 26.2 Mile NYC Marathon, finishing with a time of 2:05:06. It was something of a spectacle for the thousands of fans who lined the city's streets to witness what Mutai accomplished. He averaged a 4:47-per-mile pace over the course of 26.2 miles"

un-bee-lievable.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Friday, November 4, 2011

Thursday, November 3, 2011