Monday, September 6th, 2010
Moving day. We were on the road for Columbus by 9 a.m. and I was driving the jeep to be certain that if anything went wrong with my bed wrapping job, I’d be the one to deal with it. Savannah had the van and was headed to pick up Heidi to assist with the move. Though the tarp was firmly in place, there was some ‘strap against roof’ noise whose intent it was to make me crazy. Holly said I’d get used to it in a few miles…kind of like she gets used to my snoring.
“You jab me and threaten to leave me. I wouldn’t call that ‘getting used to it’,” I said. Still, it wasn’t too bad. We made good time and I had no reason to stop and adjust the tarp. Again…a workout was going to be unlikely, so I’d already figured the move would have to burn the calories. Fortunately, she was living on the third floor and I’d get to carry lots of stuff up those steps. Then there was the frustration level calories associated with wedging a box spring on the stairs between the second and third floors. I kept my expletives to myself, though.
In a little over an hour, we had all the furniture and boxes in the house and the girls were headed to pick up a dresser that Savannah had found online. Holly was washing out the kitchen cabinets…and I was waiting for the girls to return with the pizza and ice cream for milk shakes. I needed to do something so I told Holly I was going to walk to the campus to get an idea of how far Savannah would be from her classes.
So…I walked. I headed west on Lane Ave. through the campus and to the Olentangy River, turned around and headed back…hoping the pizza would be there when I returned. It took me 40 minutes and still no pizza. At least I felt like I’d done something in the realm of exercise to offset the fact that I really hadn’t and was eating poorly…again.
When they did return with the pizza, it was cut into party slices…which is to say they took an 8-cut and made it a 40-cut. How in God’s name are you to know how much you’ve eaten when it comes like that? I mean normally I eat four pieces…half a pizza. I know there are people who stop eating when they’re full…right…great idea…but I’m not one of them. I eat with my eyes. Does it look like enough? No? Put another shovel full on the plate and eat until it’s gone. Bad idea for sure…but that’s me. And that’s what I did…kind of. I just kept getting one more piece because I was sure I hadn’t eaten enough yet. By the time I regained control of my eating, I’d probably had 6 slices. And a chocolate milkshake. Crap.
We finished the move-in and stopped by an old friends place to pick up some things to bring back to Cleveland. She was moving from Columbus to our place for a short time and that’s another story, but I got more lifting and moving in. When I returned home to a garage that had been emptied of Savannah’s stuff, I went crazy cleaning and reorganizing for the rest of the night. By the time I was ready for bed, I’d probably done more work than if I’d run 10 miles, but somehow it just didn’t feel like it. If this hip ever gets better, I will never take running for granted again.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Packing to move...
Sunday, September 5, 2010
I knew there was little chance for a workout today. We would be going to Columbus tomorrow to bring Savannah’s stuff down to her new home for the coming school year and today was packing day. I had to try and figure a way of getting all her gear into the mini-van and the back of the jeep. Since that stuff included a mattress and box springs, the inside of the van would be pretty much full with that alone. I was determined to get it on the roof in such a way that it wouldn’t get wet or blow away…with blowing away being my bigger concern.
The jeep is lower and so I tried putting the bed on its roof. Reza had stopped over to tell me about his 6K cross country victory, which he’d run as an unattached collegiate. He has a simple mind and I don’t mind abusing him, so I put him to work helping me bring down the bed and load it on the roof. We attempted to wrap it in a large, blue tarp I use for camping and it was more than big enough. I attached it to the roof with my kayak straps and we took it out on the freeway for a test run.
“Reza…your side is flapping like hell,” I said once we hit about 60mph.
“Why do you think its my side?” he asked.
“You don’t think I did something wrong, do you?” It was simple process of elimination. We got back and went about tying more string around the tarp and again headed for the road. Reza was so sure it would not flap that he bet a dollar on the outcome. It was flapping by the second mile, though he was unwilling to concede the point and since I still needed his help moving stuff, I gave him 55 cents and some more lemonade/iced tea to shut him up. He’s cheap and likes sugar.
Holly’s folks were due for dinner in a couple of minutes…so I gave up on the tarp and told her I was going to drive down without it. She thought I was nuts, but approached me subtly since I was already upset at having spent a couple of hours unsuccessfully wrapping the bed.
“Are you stupid or something? Look at the bugs splattered all over the front of the car…they’ll be all over the bed if you don’t cover it,” she said.
“Those are old bugs. It’s too cold right now for bugs and even if we smash a few on the bed…so what? I’m not sleeping on it and have you seen Savannah’s room? Do you really think she’d notice?” But I was wrong and I was stupid and I needed to wrap the damned thing up so it didn’t flap in the wind. I was in the process of pulling it from the roof with the in-laws showed up and my father-in-law came to my rescue. He has a calming effect on me…nothing seems to rattle him…and with his help, we essentially turned it into a giant Christmas present wrapped in blue tarp and sealed with duct tape. We strapped it to the roof and went in for dinner.
It was spaghetti and garlic bread and I only had one helping (but 5 pieces of bread) and that would have been okay, but Holly had gone and made apple and peach cobbler. Plus we had the ice cream from yesterday. I tried both cobblers…ala mode.
So…no workout and bad eating…again. Like I said yesterday…I need to run, but the hip still hurts. I’m trying for patience, but it is a virtue that passed me by.
I knew there was little chance for a workout today. We would be going to Columbus tomorrow to bring Savannah’s stuff down to her new home for the coming school year and today was packing day. I had to try and figure a way of getting all her gear into the mini-van and the back of the jeep. Since that stuff included a mattress and box springs, the inside of the van would be pretty much full with that alone. I was determined to get it on the roof in such a way that it wouldn’t get wet or blow away…with blowing away being my bigger concern.
The jeep is lower and so I tried putting the bed on its roof. Reza had stopped over to tell me about his 6K cross country victory, which he’d run as an unattached collegiate. He has a simple mind and I don’t mind abusing him, so I put him to work helping me bring down the bed and load it on the roof. We attempted to wrap it in a large, blue tarp I use for camping and it was more than big enough. I attached it to the roof with my kayak straps and we took it out on the freeway for a test run.
“Reza…your side is flapping like hell,” I said once we hit about 60mph.
“Why do you think its my side?” he asked.
“You don’t think I did something wrong, do you?” It was simple process of elimination. We got back and went about tying more string around the tarp and again headed for the road. Reza was so sure it would not flap that he bet a dollar on the outcome. It was flapping by the second mile, though he was unwilling to concede the point and since I still needed his help moving stuff, I gave him 55 cents and some more lemonade/iced tea to shut him up. He’s cheap and likes sugar.
Holly’s folks were due for dinner in a couple of minutes…so I gave up on the tarp and told her I was going to drive down without it. She thought I was nuts, but approached me subtly since I was already upset at having spent a couple of hours unsuccessfully wrapping the bed.
“Are you stupid or something? Look at the bugs splattered all over the front of the car…they’ll be all over the bed if you don’t cover it,” she said.
“Those are old bugs. It’s too cold right now for bugs and even if we smash a few on the bed…so what? I’m not sleeping on it and have you seen Savannah’s room? Do you really think she’d notice?” But I was wrong and I was stupid and I needed to wrap the damned thing up so it didn’t flap in the wind. I was in the process of pulling it from the roof with the in-laws showed up and my father-in-law came to my rescue. He has a calming effect on me…nothing seems to rattle him…and with his help, we essentially turned it into a giant Christmas present wrapped in blue tarp and sealed with duct tape. We strapped it to the roof and went in for dinner.
It was spaghetti and garlic bread and I only had one helping (but 5 pieces of bread) and that would have been okay, but Holly had gone and made apple and peach cobbler. Plus we had the ice cream from yesterday. I tried both cobblers…ala mode.
So…no workout and bad eating…again. Like I said yesterday…I need to run, but the hip still hurts. I’m trying for patience, but it is a virtue that passed me by.
Problems staying on task...
Saturday, September 4, 2010
I NEED to run. There is something so simple to doing it that keeps me on my regimen… and it’s missing now. No matter what happens throughout the day…weather issues, drop-in company, an unusual but necessary task…all these things get in the way of a ride or some workout that requires me to be somewhere at a particular time. Running though…I just do it whenever and wherever. How I miss its simplicity.
Some old friends from out of town stopped in Saturday morning and once we get going a lot of time can slip by. I was thinking I’d do a ride, but time was running short and I knew I wouldn’t make it before family dinner. Instead, I decided to go to the park and just do a hike with Dakota. Savannah joined me, but since I was unable to strap on the pack due to hip pain, it wasn’t too strenuous…and I like strenuous. We had about an hour before dinner and we used every minute, but I knew I hadn’t burned enough calories for what was coming.
Dinner was a tuna noodle casserole, which I love and, consequently, always overeat. I’d been to the grocery store to pick up ice cream for dessert and to my great caloric misfortune, found Pierre’s was running a special – 3 quarts for $10 (they usually run around $5 per). I cannot pass up such a bargain and bought one each of cookies and cream, butter pecan, and vanilla with bean specks.
Once you have them all and are pulling them out to serve your guests, it quite naturally follows that you must taste some of each. I did my part and they were all great. I had a little pinole with it…you know…to make it a healthy dessert, but I’d gotten into some bad habits when I could run every day and now they’re coming back to haunt me.
Excess calories aside though, it was a wonderful day. I got to visit with great friends, write up a program for one of them to run their first 5K in six weeks, and later watch my children sitting around the kitchen table with their grandparents looking through old pictures and scrap books and laughing and enjoying each others company. It doesn’t get any better than that.
Hike duration: 50 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 75.
Calories burned during workout: 350.
I NEED to run. There is something so simple to doing it that keeps me on my regimen… and it’s missing now. No matter what happens throughout the day…weather issues, drop-in company, an unusual but necessary task…all these things get in the way of a ride or some workout that requires me to be somewhere at a particular time. Running though…I just do it whenever and wherever. How I miss its simplicity.
Some old friends from out of town stopped in Saturday morning and once we get going a lot of time can slip by. I was thinking I’d do a ride, but time was running short and I knew I wouldn’t make it before family dinner. Instead, I decided to go to the park and just do a hike with Dakota. Savannah joined me, but since I was unable to strap on the pack due to hip pain, it wasn’t too strenuous…and I like strenuous. We had about an hour before dinner and we used every minute, but I knew I hadn’t burned enough calories for what was coming.
Dinner was a tuna noodle casserole, which I love and, consequently, always overeat. I’d been to the grocery store to pick up ice cream for dessert and to my great caloric misfortune, found Pierre’s was running a special – 3 quarts for $10 (they usually run around $5 per). I cannot pass up such a bargain and bought one each of cookies and cream, butter pecan, and vanilla with bean specks.
Once you have them all and are pulling them out to serve your guests, it quite naturally follows that you must taste some of each. I did my part and they were all great. I had a little pinole with it…you know…to make it a healthy dessert, but I’d gotten into some bad habits when I could run every day and now they’re coming back to haunt me.
Excess calories aside though, it was a wonderful day. I got to visit with great friends, write up a program for one of them to run their first 5K in six weeks, and later watch my children sitting around the kitchen table with their grandparents looking through old pictures and scrap books and laughing and enjoying each others company. It doesn’t get any better than that.
Hike duration: 50 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 75.
Calories burned during workout: 350.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Doc says "you screwed up...again"
Friday, September 03, 2010
I’d written to my hip doc about having some pain from the hill workout I’d done yesterday, which I’d described to him and he wrote back that basically, I was a running idiot to try a rigorous hill workout when I hadn’t been running and was coming off of a stress fracture. Really? Me…making a bad training decision? Since I knew that couldn’t be the case, I wondered what I should do next about this crummy hip thing. I really had thought the uphill running would be the best way to try out the hip…but apparently the doc didn’t concur. Oh well…
With all else being ruled out, I boarded the bike and headed for the ‘Iron Lung’. I needed a longer ride and Pekin Road is the answer. The wind was blowing hard…actually a tail wind…but that meant the further I went, the harder the return ride would be. Still, I knew I needed a good one and had some time before dark so I decided on two hours. I was looking more closely for strange animals (Kim commented that she’s seen the camel, as well). I did not want to run over any more ground hogs. They’re dumb, but I’ve kind of had a soft spot in my heart for them since ‘Caddyshack’.
I rode out Pekin to Auburn Road. There’s large, open field at the top of a little rise on Pekin just before Auburn with a barn in the distance. The sky was blue and speckled with white clouds and I couldn’t resist the urge to get off the bike and sit in the grass for a while. I’m finding that taking the time to enjoy these little things, something I would have never considered in my younger days, makes training so much more interesting. After all, I’m doing the training to stay fit and stopping after an hour’s ride for a serenity break when I’m going to be riding another hour does nothing to diminish the training, but everything to make me want to do it again…and isn’t that the point? I’ve been preaching about ‘enjoying the journey’ to those that I’ve coached and I need to do more of that, too. I’ve found myself hurrying down trails in the Adirondacks…having to ‘get there’ as if what I’m passing through wasn’t worthy of my attention. And at my age…my body appreciates a little more of the ‘take your time…there’s no fire’ approach.
The head wind was fierce on the return trip, but the time spent enjoying the sky, fields, insects and quiet seemed to have had a positive effect and I was okay with it (normally I’d curse the wind at least once…just to let it know that I know it’s blowing in my face only to annoy me). I made it back in a little less than an hour…a negative split, but that’s mostly because there is more downhill on the return. I’m still glad I tried out the hip, but I now know that it’s cycling and kayaking until after the Adirondack trip.
Bike duration: Two hours.
Training Heart Rate: 120.
Calories burned during workout: 1,800.
I’d written to my hip doc about having some pain from the hill workout I’d done yesterday, which I’d described to him and he wrote back that basically, I was a running idiot to try a rigorous hill workout when I hadn’t been running and was coming off of a stress fracture. Really? Me…making a bad training decision? Since I knew that couldn’t be the case, I wondered what I should do next about this crummy hip thing. I really had thought the uphill running would be the best way to try out the hip…but apparently the doc didn’t concur. Oh well…
With all else being ruled out, I boarded the bike and headed for the ‘Iron Lung’. I needed a longer ride and Pekin Road is the answer. The wind was blowing hard…actually a tail wind…but that meant the further I went, the harder the return ride would be. Still, I knew I needed a good one and had some time before dark so I decided on two hours. I was looking more closely for strange animals (Kim commented that she’s seen the camel, as well). I did not want to run over any more ground hogs. They’re dumb, but I’ve kind of had a soft spot in my heart for them since ‘Caddyshack’.
I rode out Pekin to Auburn Road. There’s large, open field at the top of a little rise on Pekin just before Auburn with a barn in the distance. The sky was blue and speckled with white clouds and I couldn’t resist the urge to get off the bike and sit in the grass for a while. I’m finding that taking the time to enjoy these little things, something I would have never considered in my younger days, makes training so much more interesting. After all, I’m doing the training to stay fit and stopping after an hour’s ride for a serenity break when I’m going to be riding another hour does nothing to diminish the training, but everything to make me want to do it again…and isn’t that the point? I’ve been preaching about ‘enjoying the journey’ to those that I’ve coached and I need to do more of that, too. I’ve found myself hurrying down trails in the Adirondacks…having to ‘get there’ as if what I’m passing through wasn’t worthy of my attention. And at my age…my body appreciates a little more of the ‘take your time…there’s no fire’ approach.
The head wind was fierce on the return trip, but the time spent enjoying the sky, fields, insects and quiet seemed to have had a positive effect and I was okay with it (normally I’d curse the wind at least once…just to let it know that I know it’s blowing in my face only to annoy me). I made it back in a little less than an hour…a negative split, but that’s mostly because there is more downhill on the return. I’m still glad I tried out the hip, but I now know that it’s cycling and kayaking until after the Adirondack trip.
Bike duration: Two hours.
Training Heart Rate: 120.
Calories burned during workout: 1,800.
Friday, September 3, 2010
A stab at running...
Thursday, September 02, 2010
It was time to try something other than cycling and I knew it. I had to find out if I my hip was getting any better, but I had to do it without running. When designing off-season running programs for distance runners, I always ease them back into speed work by having them spend time running hill repeats. This allows them to get in some lactic acid training (high intensity work) without the injury risks that are associated with speed work. Going uphill means going slower with less pounding to the body. Since it was the pounding that I was worried about, what’s good for the goose…
I headed for the Mayfield football stadium for a few sets of bleachers. Not quite the same as hill running, but I could get a great workout without running…and that was my goal. When I pulled into the parking lot only to find it rather full, I knew something was up. There was…JV football in the stadium and I was thinking not too many of the spectators would be thrilled with me running up and down the stands and blocking their view. I turned around and headed for the park.
I knew the hill I wanted to work. It was the steepest in the park…for those of you familiar with North Chagrin Reservation, I’m talking about the bridle trail paralleling the Ox Lane Hill. My plan was just a slow jog up and maybe five repeats – walking back down to avoid too much pounding. I parked my car and walked briskly to the base in about 10 minutes and went immediately into a jog up the hill. It took about 75 seconds to reach the top and I had a nice heart rate going and sweat flowing. It was so good to be doing something that wasn’t cycling and a lot like running again.
I returned to the bottom for my second repeat and noticed a couple of walkers beginning to ascend. I could tell they thought there was something seriously wrong with me when I turned and headed back up. “I forgot something up there,” I said as I passed them. They laughed politely.
When I’d completed my fourth with little trouble, I knew I’d be doing more than five. I wanted to get in at least ten minutes of jogging, so I figured eight repeats ought to do it. The seventh seemed to last forever and the hill was definitely getting longer and steeper…but I’d committed to eight and I was determined to finish…standing…puking maybe…but standing.
I went for the eighth sucking eggs and hoping the hip wouldn’t start hurting…my biggest concern. I crested the hill on wobbly legs, but happy to have met the challenge and with the hip intact. I walked slowly back to the car and felt a slight twinge in the hip. It was not okay and I’d done too much, but at least I’d gotten my answer…I was still a long way from running again.
Run/walk duration: 60 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 150 on the uphills.
Calories burned during workout: 500.
It was time to try something other than cycling and I knew it. I had to find out if I my hip was getting any better, but I had to do it without running. When designing off-season running programs for distance runners, I always ease them back into speed work by having them spend time running hill repeats. This allows them to get in some lactic acid training (high intensity work) without the injury risks that are associated with speed work. Going uphill means going slower with less pounding to the body. Since it was the pounding that I was worried about, what’s good for the goose…
I headed for the Mayfield football stadium for a few sets of bleachers. Not quite the same as hill running, but I could get a great workout without running…and that was my goal. When I pulled into the parking lot only to find it rather full, I knew something was up. There was…JV football in the stadium and I was thinking not too many of the spectators would be thrilled with me running up and down the stands and blocking their view. I turned around and headed for the park.
I knew the hill I wanted to work. It was the steepest in the park…for those of you familiar with North Chagrin Reservation, I’m talking about the bridle trail paralleling the Ox Lane Hill. My plan was just a slow jog up and maybe five repeats – walking back down to avoid too much pounding. I parked my car and walked briskly to the base in about 10 minutes and went immediately into a jog up the hill. It took about 75 seconds to reach the top and I had a nice heart rate going and sweat flowing. It was so good to be doing something that wasn’t cycling and a lot like running again.
I returned to the bottom for my second repeat and noticed a couple of walkers beginning to ascend. I could tell they thought there was something seriously wrong with me when I turned and headed back up. “I forgot something up there,” I said as I passed them. They laughed politely.
When I’d completed my fourth with little trouble, I knew I’d be doing more than five. I wanted to get in at least ten minutes of jogging, so I figured eight repeats ought to do it. The seventh seemed to last forever and the hill was definitely getting longer and steeper…but I’d committed to eight and I was determined to finish…standing…puking maybe…but standing.
I went for the eighth sucking eggs and hoping the hip wouldn’t start hurting…my biggest concern. I crested the hill on wobbly legs, but happy to have met the challenge and with the hip intact. I walked slowly back to the car and felt a slight twinge in the hip. It was not okay and I’d done too much, but at least I’d gotten my answer…I was still a long way from running again.
Run/walk duration: 60 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 150 on the uphills.
Calories burned during workout: 500.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Was that a camel?
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
The eye doc is a little concerned that the infection keeps returning, but for now, recommended we stick with the steroid drops. I’m hoping they have a little HGH in them and that I’ll climb like a maniac when John and I head into the Adirondacks in two weeks. I’m putting the drops in four times a day and the doc recommends that I keep the contacts out except when training…since I can’t see any other way.
I jumped on the bike when I got home, but only had a little over an hour since Holly was on her way home and we were planning on seeing a movie. I’d like to say that since I was riding shorter, I put more intensity into it, but I didn’t. The wind was blowing pretty hard and it was sapping my desire to push. It has a way of discouraging me since I know I can’t turn in fast time when it’s constantly in my face…which it is. Seems like it should be a tail wind on the way back if it was a head wind on the way out, but for some reason…it’s always a head wind. I don’t know.
I’ve had some unusual animal experiences on my last couple of rides. Two days ago, I was riding through Chesterland and past a large farm when I noticed a large lama off in the distance. Upon closer inspection, I realized it wasn’t a lama after all, but a camel. One hump only…but definitely a camel. I was a couple of hundred yards away, but could smell it none the less. I’ve worked on a horse farm and know how they smell…this was different and not in a pleasant way.
Then on yesterday’s ride, I was heading down Dodd Road in Willoughby Hills when I noticed a ground hog on the side of the road. He noticed me, too, but that didn’t seem to concern him in any way so he headed across the road and directly in my path. These aren’t the brightest rodents on the planet, though they seem to have more sense than a squirrel about approaching vehicles, but not my ground hog. He tried to speed up to avoid the inevitable collision, but…man…do they have tiny legs. I ran right over him…both tires…there was little I could do to avoid him. I was sure I’d caused some major damage, but when I turned to look, he was still running and had entered the grass on the far side. I guess he’s lucky I’ve lost weight.
I finished the shortened ride only to find that Holly wasn’t home and wouldn’t get there for another hour. No movie and I shortened my ride for no reason. Rats. Tomorrow…for sure to the bleachers. I want to test the hip…just a little.
Bike duration: One hour and 15 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 120.
Calories burned during workout: 1,100.
The eye doc is a little concerned that the infection keeps returning, but for now, recommended we stick with the steroid drops. I’m hoping they have a little HGH in them and that I’ll climb like a maniac when John and I head into the Adirondacks in two weeks. I’m putting the drops in four times a day and the doc recommends that I keep the contacts out except when training…since I can’t see any other way.
I jumped on the bike when I got home, but only had a little over an hour since Holly was on her way home and we were planning on seeing a movie. I’d like to say that since I was riding shorter, I put more intensity into it, but I didn’t. The wind was blowing pretty hard and it was sapping my desire to push. It has a way of discouraging me since I know I can’t turn in fast time when it’s constantly in my face…which it is. Seems like it should be a tail wind on the way back if it was a head wind on the way out, but for some reason…it’s always a head wind. I don’t know.
I’ve had some unusual animal experiences on my last couple of rides. Two days ago, I was riding through Chesterland and past a large farm when I noticed a large lama off in the distance. Upon closer inspection, I realized it wasn’t a lama after all, but a camel. One hump only…but definitely a camel. I was a couple of hundred yards away, but could smell it none the less. I’ve worked on a horse farm and know how they smell…this was different and not in a pleasant way.
Then on yesterday’s ride, I was heading down Dodd Road in Willoughby Hills when I noticed a ground hog on the side of the road. He noticed me, too, but that didn’t seem to concern him in any way so he headed across the road and directly in my path. These aren’t the brightest rodents on the planet, though they seem to have more sense than a squirrel about approaching vehicles, but not my ground hog. He tried to speed up to avoid the inevitable collision, but…man…do they have tiny legs. I ran right over him…both tires…there was little I could do to avoid him. I was sure I’d caused some major damage, but when I turned to look, he was still running and had entered the grass on the far side. I guess he’s lucky I’ve lost weight.
I finished the shortened ride only to find that Holly wasn’t home and wouldn’t get there for another hour. No movie and I shortened my ride for no reason. Rats. Tomorrow…for sure to the bleachers. I want to test the hip…just a little.
Bike duration: One hour and 15 minutes.
Training Heart Rate: 120.
Calories burned during workout: 1,100.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
When all else fails...watch a good movie.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
My body is deserting me. I was working in the office earlier in the day when my eye infection returned with a vengeance. It had flared up twice over the last month and both times I had applied the steroid drops my brother-in-law and optometrist had prescribed. It had done the trick, but why was the infection returning? Anyway, I headed for home, took out my contacts, applied the drops and lay down to alleviate the burning. My hopes for a workout were fading fast since I was left with only biking and I can’t ride worth a damn with my glasses on. I tend to sweat too much to be able to see clearly through them about 10 minutes into a ride and with the temperature hovering around 90 again…well…I’d need wipers to see.
When faced with this type of adversity, I figure there’s only one good thing to do…watch a great movie. My neighbor has been waiting for me to watch ‘Jeremiah Johnson’ with him on his 54” HD, all the whistles and bells, system so I told him I’d be over. He offered snacks and beverages, but I stuck to diet Coke. The movie is one of my all-time favorites for the story line (I always wanted to be a mountain man) and the beauty of the scenery. Redford does an admirable job as a man longing to escape the problems he faced living in the civilized world of the late 1840’s for the simple, but rugged struggle for survival in the Rocky Mountains. He trades whatever those problems were for new ones, but I think he would say that a bad day in the Rockies is better than a good day anywhere else…and I think I’d agree.
I’m hoping to get back to the bike tomorrow. If not that, then maybe a late night at the bleachers doing repeats without the pack. Maybe both since I missed a workout.
My body is deserting me. I was working in the office earlier in the day when my eye infection returned with a vengeance. It had flared up twice over the last month and both times I had applied the steroid drops my brother-in-law and optometrist had prescribed. It had done the trick, but why was the infection returning? Anyway, I headed for home, took out my contacts, applied the drops and lay down to alleviate the burning. My hopes for a workout were fading fast since I was left with only biking and I can’t ride worth a damn with my glasses on. I tend to sweat too much to be able to see clearly through them about 10 minutes into a ride and with the temperature hovering around 90 again…well…I’d need wipers to see.
When faced with this type of adversity, I figure there’s only one good thing to do…watch a great movie. My neighbor has been waiting for me to watch ‘Jeremiah Johnson’ with him on his 54” HD, all the whistles and bells, system so I told him I’d be over. He offered snacks and beverages, but I stuck to diet Coke. The movie is one of my all-time favorites for the story line (I always wanted to be a mountain man) and the beauty of the scenery. Redford does an admirable job as a man longing to escape the problems he faced living in the civilized world of the late 1840’s for the simple, but rugged struggle for survival in the Rocky Mountains. He trades whatever those problems were for new ones, but I think he would say that a bad day in the Rockies is better than a good day anywhere else…and I think I’d agree.
I’m hoping to get back to the bike tomorrow. If not that, then maybe a late night at the bleachers doing repeats without the pack. Maybe both since I missed a workout.
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