Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Ominous Tuesdays

I tried to run this morning, but the pus spewing wound was too painful. I sat in the hot tub some, reenacted portions of the Battle of Midway in it and stretched.

I went home for lunch and noticed that someone stole my zuchini from the refrigerator or moved it. The following email exchange occurred between my roommate and I:

Matt---Someone stole my zuchini. I'm on to you. I'll find you. I'll track you
down. Don't mess with my zuchini.

I will refrain from putting eggshells in the disposal even though I
feel that if I can quickly chew egg shells up in my mouth a garbage
disposal should be able to do it. That's what tough guys do in their
spare time, they chew eggshells and dress metro.

Gina-- Did you check the drawers in the fridge?...I had to make space when I
bought all of my food for dinner on Saturday night and some things may
have been stuffed in random places. Sorry about that...I know that boys
aren't the best at finding things, so I'd be happy to dig around there
for you when I get home if you'd like :)

Matt--No I didn't check anywhere. In fact, I could care less about the
zuchini. I just noticed that it was previously co-located with my red
bell pepper, both of which I bought on some sort of lark that I needed
to eat more vegetables and then quickly decided once I got home that
that would be a waste of time. The zuchini and bell pepper are now
separated. I only used it as an excuse to make ominous threats, which
I feel compelled to do on some Tuesdays.

"Hey Matt, you wanna go see this movie with us tonight?"

"Oh YOU'LL be sorry about that!"

"What?" they ask with quizzical expressions.

"OH YEAH! You what me again and we'll see.........."

Shitty Sundays

I woke up in a foul mood, probably something to do with Saturday's events. I ended up losing my ATM, canceling, and of course I have subsequently found it. I went to Terra Linda to swim, busted out 2800 yards which I'm pretty happy with given that I haven't been swimming much. I was angry at myself because I decided not to go do a 30 mile run that morning in Big Basin Redwood Park. Turns out it's a good thing I did not.

After my swim I did a 2.5 hour run on Tam. I think the sun got to me even though I was running with two water bottles filled with junk, which is more than I normally go with. I ran with no shirt on because it feels good and so that women could smile in wild wonder at the joy that they had found (my naked torso--a friend called me Leonidas. Compliments like that are what this fragile ego needs. All day. All night).

I developed a massive blister that got infected and leaves me limp and lame. It was spewing white chunky pus blocks like cottage cheese and it was free flowing. I grew concerned as to the source of it. How much cottage cheese could I have in me? Turns out a lot. I finally cut the puppy open, giddy at having a new wound to play with. I cleaned it out and put neosporin on it. By noon the next day it dried up, but it is still tender.

I didn't even get a very good tan.

Accident

I went for my first bike ride in almost a year on Saturday. A 50 miler or so leaving from Woodside and up Kings Mountain Road. I rode pretty well considering I was hung over. One of our riders had a serious fall and sustained extensive injury to his head, but I believe he will be ok in the long run.

I was tired that night. Ate food cooked by my roommate Gina, and tried not to creep out her two good looking girlfriends that came over.

Drinking Friday




I didn't do a damn thing athletically except sit in the sauna. I didn't feel like working either so at 3:30 I bought the office Irish Coffees and quickly realized I wanted a lot more Irish Coffees. Davie's B-day consumed that night, which I spent drinking at Le Colonial. These pics are the best my iphone can manage, but somehow it captures the night perfectly. What is not shown is Matthew dancing the whitest white man dance I've ever seen. Think Girl Next Door dropping acid dancing without the good looking girl. Now, I must add, there was a little blonde vixen that somehow Davie knew from previous encounters. No details on that. He picked her up and looked like he was going to throw her. After she left it went downhill. Matthew was trying to high five the DJ, Tim was trying to wrestle Matthew (better luck after a bit of crossfit) and Andy was laughing, but not for long. Andy drove Matthew home and chose the perfect vehicle to remain inconspicuous in.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Thursday

6 mile 2pm run.

Max Thruster - 155
21-15-9 of:
Burpees
Knees to Elbows
Box Jumps.

I was gassed from the squats on Wednesday and from all the wine I drank on Wednesday night at this super cool wine tasting.

Squats

Tried to do 21x185, but only got to 10 and then did broken sets until I got to 33 and pulled/strained my groin. Then I stopped. Squats puts the hurt on. I'm shooting for 21x225 within 10 weeks.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Jackie

Tuesday

Ran about 8 miles total today. First 6 were out along the Embarcadero up Coit Tower over to Broadway and back. Then I did a 6 min mile on the treadmill and another mile at about 7:30.

Crossfit
At the 6pm (23 people!) we did Jackie which is:

1000M row
50 thrusters (45lb bar)
30 pullups

For time: 7:30
I was bested by Travis who did it in 7:11. If I had that as a target I could probably make it, but that's competition. Great workout. I could taste the lactate from the workout in my mouth.

Walt Whitman
Finished up the American Experience program on Walt Whitman who wrote like two books but revised one of them, Leaves of Grass about 2400 times, adding and detracting things. Great program. I can't read poetry and connect with it, but this program had scholars reading it, as poetry is meant to be received, and relating it to the things Whitman had intended. Fascinating stuff. Fascinating life. Whitman intended for all Americans to feel connected with one another. This program definitely succeeded in portraying that and portraying the connectivity of individuals in an urban environment, that despite the strangeness of one another, we're really quite close to one another. Probably why they call him the American poet.

Whitman spent the years during the Civil War tending to patients in hospitals in Washington DC. The program read portions of his poetry written about this time and presented images of wounded, disabled, and amputated soldiers from both the Civil War and the current wars as the scholars read his poetry. This led me to think of the people I amputated and treated over there. Unpleasant work, but I miss it. I think Whitman found something to connect with through the work. It brought him closer to people.