Highway to Hell...
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threadwalkerYou can tell it's monday when your boss spots you and is gleeful. He has stuff for me to do and it's due... TODAY! I get to lock myself in my office again and watch air move only it's not my footage, my equipment or my peeps. YARG! I will insert the caffeine drip and spin up some AC/DC. His parting shot, "Sorry, about this. I guess it's kind of a curse to be able to turn out quality work on short notice."
Shoot me now!
1. a&s:
Good: Lots of fun. Lots of bruises (sleeping on the ground is for kids!). Lots of new friends. Got to spend time watching my apprentices teach. They rock! The kingdom enrichment program... WOW! Totally cool and great classes. Wulfirc: always makes me die laughing. Do not be drinking while he's talking unless you want to risk fatal choking. I got to meet Brandee and talk to all the horses and riders.
Bad: peer pressure. dang! My sisters are devils. If you weren't there friday night, then you don't get the scoop from me.
Ugly: none.
Next year: Apparently my super-human ability to drink, maintain forward momentum under the influence of alcohol, get less than three hours of sleep, and bounce out of bed feeling chipper is going to be put to the test.
Anyway, it's a friendly test; we're calling it an experiment, but we seem to have "contest like" attributes.erzimagdalena's boy is curious about my strange super power. So far we've agreed to:
drinking Rum/Coke
some sort of gender-weight based handicap
take a drink (or drinks for Conal) on the clock
Disqualified for puking, passing out or falling asleep (Yarg! who'd drink 'til you puke? e-gads)
And you have to be able to take yourself to the bathroom walk over to get a refill without assistance.
I'm sure this will get refined a bit before we do it.erzimagdalena had a lot of good thoughts on the whole thing, so I'm happy to make her the ref. But if we are testing my bounce-back, then we need to stay up til the wee hours of the morning and get woken up at 8 am or earlier and we have to lace our ownselves (without help) into a bodice (or jupon) because THAT's the true test of morning chipperness! Trust me! "Drinking" is not a super-power, but springing out of bed on 3 hrs of sleep and climbing into ren clothing definitely is!
I wonder who else we could rope into this? I think a line up of tired, bleary men trying to lace themselves into a jupon would be a kodak moment. And you can bet I'll have a camera!
Possible future race:
Of all things, I met a triathlete while packing down my camp. Woot woot! He had on a super-cool jersey with little skulls all over it and the logo "Death Ride". I love the skull art and dia del muerte, etc. I couldn't help introducing myself to ask about it - hey, it's all about the cool schwaag, Baby!
It's a race jersey for the same-named race, so now I'm researching "Death Ride", which is a 130 mile race developed by Greg leMons to train for the Tour d'France. From the description, it sounds really hard. And yet... that's why it's so interesting. I had bike dreams last night (sadly, most of them involved flat-tires). Why is this new race lodged in my scheming mental landscape? But it comes down to why keep climbing the same mountain? The challenge is in finding higher, steeper peaks that we push against; to test our mettle, our edge, our commitment, our passion. And if we fall, then retool; figure out what needs to be done differently and then overcome it. I think I would wither if I didn't have a new challenge to hurdle myself at.
Training window, Day 1
yeah. hm. That said, today is day 1 of my 12-week training window leading up to my next Tri. That thought hit me this morning and I wanted to puke; it's the difference between "thinking" about riding 130 miles (and lusting for the really cool race jersey) and knowing that in 12 weeks I'm going to have to face open water again. And swim a mile, ride 24 miles and then run 6+ miles. The sane part of my brain is calling me an f-ing idiot. All of my open-water freak-out mental crap has been churned up and my running hiatus in May seems more and more like a suicide pact made by my subconscious. YARG! The naseau won't go away. I'm looking for my inner calm and confidence. I may just resort to my mental whip-cracker who says, "Hey bitch, if you can't do the olympic, what the f! makes you even DREAM of doing an iron man?!? Stop crying and come up with a plan."
Blah. Yoga at lunch. Maybe we'll do handstands. If I break my neck, I bet I get to go home early.
Shoot me now!
1. a&s:
Good: Lots of fun. Lots of bruises (sleeping on the ground is for kids!). Lots of new friends. Got to spend time watching my apprentices teach. They rock! The kingdom enrichment program... WOW! Totally cool and great classes. Wulfirc: always makes me die laughing. Do not be drinking while he's talking unless you want to risk fatal choking. I got to meet Brandee and talk to all the horses and riders.
Bad: peer pressure. dang! My sisters are devils. If you weren't there friday night, then you don't get the scoop from me.
Ugly: none.
Next year: Apparently my super-human ability to drink, maintain forward momentum under the influence of alcohol, get less than three hours of sleep, and bounce out of bed feeling chipper is going to be put to the test.
Anyway, it's a friendly test; we're calling it an experiment, but we seem to have "contest like" attributes.
erzimagdalena's boy is curious about my strange super power. So far we've agreed to:drinking Rum/Coke
some sort of gender-weight based handicap
take a drink (or drinks for Conal) on the clock
Disqualified for puking, passing out or falling asleep (Yarg! who'd drink 'til you puke? e-gads)
And you have to be able to take yourself to the bathroom walk over to get a refill without assistance.
I'm sure this will get refined a bit before we do it.
erzimagdalena had a lot of good thoughts on the whole thing, so I'm happy to make her the ref. But if we are testing my bounce-back, then we need to stay up til the wee hours of the morning and get woken up at 8 am or earlier and we have to lace our ownselves (without help) into a bodice (or jupon) because THAT's the true test of morning chipperness! Trust me! "Drinking" is not a super-power, but springing out of bed on 3 hrs of sleep and climbing into ren clothing definitely is! I wonder who else we could rope into this? I think a line up of tired, bleary men trying to lace themselves into a jupon would be a kodak moment. And you can bet I'll have a camera!
Possible future race:
Of all things, I met a triathlete while packing down my camp. Woot woot! He had on a super-cool jersey with little skulls all over it and the logo "Death Ride". I love the skull art and dia del muerte, etc. I couldn't help introducing myself to ask about it - hey, it's all about the cool schwaag, Baby!
It's a race jersey for the same-named race, so now I'm researching "Death Ride", which is a 130 mile race developed by Greg leMons to train for the Tour d'France. From the description, it sounds really hard. And yet... that's why it's so interesting. I had bike dreams last night (sadly, most of them involved flat-tires). Why is this new race lodged in my scheming mental landscape? But it comes down to why keep climbing the same mountain? The challenge is in finding higher, steeper peaks that we push against; to test our mettle, our edge, our commitment, our passion. And if we fall, then retool; figure out what needs to be done differently and then overcome it. I think I would wither if I didn't have a new challenge to hurdle myself at.
Training window, Day 1
yeah. hm. That said, today is day 1 of my 12-week training window leading up to my next Tri. That thought hit me this morning and I wanted to puke; it's the difference between "thinking" about riding 130 miles (and lusting for the really cool race jersey) and knowing that in 12 weeks I'm going to have to face open water again. And swim a mile, ride 24 miles and then run 6+ miles. The sane part of my brain is calling me an f-ing idiot. All of my open-water freak-out mental crap has been churned up and my running hiatus in May seems more and more like a suicide pact made by my subconscious. YARG! The naseau won't go away. I'm looking for my inner calm and confidence. I may just resort to my mental whip-cracker who says, "Hey bitch, if you can't do the olympic, what the f! makes you even DREAM of doing an iron man?!? Stop crying and come up with a plan."
Blah. Yoga at lunch. Maybe we'll do handstands. If I break my neck, I bet I get to go home early.
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Date: 2008-06-16 07:25 pm (UTC)Drinking Games: Hum..... Why? It's more fun to watch/ mess with the drunks! No hangover the next day!
Death Ride: Then give up the Drinking Games......
A&S: Good to hear you had a great time.
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Date: 2008-06-16 07:55 pm (UTC)I may try and guilt you into coming to one of my races if you're not careful.
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Date: 2008-06-16 08:06 pm (UTC)Come to the Dark Side young one.....feel the Force.
Ha! I laugh at your guilt!
Oath Brother
Date: 2008-06-16 08:50 pm (UTC)I'm wounded. Truly. So many oaths between us.
Re: Oath Brother
Date: 2008-06-16 09:03 pm (UTC)Re: Oath Brother
Date: 2008-06-17 05:06 pm (UTC)Re: Oath Brother
Date: 2008-06-17 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-16 07:30 pm (UTC)i am rooting for...
Date: 2008-06-17 01:57 am (UTC)He has got bring this anomoly down. On behalf of every one who went on a binge and fought Crown the next morning.
Re: i am rooting for...
Date: 2008-06-17 03:08 am (UTC)Are you rooting for someone to drink me under the table and prove that they can be more sunshiney than me the next day? In MY journal?
*gasp*
Humph. No period documentation for you, monkey boy! and I say, "shut up or put up!"
Re: i am rooting for...
Date: 2008-06-17 03:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-16 08:01 pm (UTC)death ride
Date: 2008-06-16 08:17 pm (UTC)He was wrecked for at least a week!
Re: death ride
Date: 2008-06-16 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-16 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-16 08:47 pm (UTC)Yay! J! in a man-bodice!!!
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Date: 2008-06-18 01:03 am (UTC)I wasn't there after dark... I'm not a devil! Heh!!
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Date: 2008-06-18 01:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-18 01:28 am (UTC):)
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Date: 2008-06-18 01:55 am (UTC)