I've finally got my weight back under control.
In October, I cut out my primary vise - every weekday at work, I allowed myself one rootbeer. The stuff is poison. Sweetened with corn syrup, carbonated, no nutrition. I switched to tea.
I've been drinking less than ever. I haven't cut it out, for sure, but I recently drank my last beer in the frig. It sat there for two weeks. That breaks all records.
I've been eating soup regularly.
Overall, I'm just as pleased with what I'm eating. I don't feel like I'm sacrificing anything. That's always the goal. Sacrifices seem to be temporary.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Turning 50
I finished my week by spending three days at Cottonwood Hot Springs. It's not the nicest resort, but the water is hot, and they have massage therapists. There's no TVs, no Internet, and the refrigerator in my room was noisy. The 'frige also had a sign warning not to turn it off. Every time I fell asleep, the compressor would kick on and wake me up. Then again, when I fell asleep, it would shut off with as much commotion as when it turned on. So I turned the thermostat WAY down.
I soaked for a couple hours a day, three days in a row. I was a hairy prune.
I read a lot.
On the 2nd day, I went x-country skiing west of there. I suck. It hurt my plantar, but I somehow still had lots of fun. I only fell down twice, and neither were complete wipe-outs.
Then I got a hot-stone massage. Ahhhhhh!
Back to Denver for my Friday birthday - and chores.
I woke up Friday morning realizing that I neglected to drink much of anything the day before. My stomach was queezy, my head light, I felt weak. So I drank lots of salt water for breakfast. Then I threw up. Cool! So I drank more water - and threw up some more! But then I was done throwing up and I was able to rehydrate. I'm certain I was dehydrated, but that probably led to me getting the 6hr flu. It really was a wimpy thing. But it ruined my plans for the day.
On top of that, my right-rear tire was not only flat, it was ruined, with a big bubble in the sidewall. So instead of going to the Hardwater snowshoe race and putting up an aid station Saturday morning, I got new tires.
Then at 6pm was my party. I arrived unfashionably late (I felt like a heel). Oh, well.
It was a fantastic party with all my running friends (I'm afraid nearly everyone I know is a runner). The old Wash Park gang that was so close in past years, and all went their separate ways, they were ALL there!!! It was the BEST reunion!
And tons of my trail running and race buddies were there.
And Kristen F. brought her new hubby from the Cayman Islands. Now THAT'S a long-distance guest. Graham is a very wise and very cool guy.
I'm afraid there were too many people for me to spend much time with many of them. I felt rude again - like I was a bad host. But I'm sure everyone had a good time.
Then I took the lightrail train back to my car. The battery was dead. 1am. Joy. Walk home. Crash into bed. Out-go-the-lights.
Sunday was spent struggling to get a new battery into my CR-V, get it out of that stinkin' parking garage and home.
So once I got home from vacation, everything sucked, except for the fantastic party. I still need to dump my car at the dealership to have them fix why my battery was dead in the first place. I think the battery was only about 8 months old. Think how lucky I was that neither the tire nor the battery screwed me in the mountains. So much more convenient for such hassles to happen at home.
Today, my boss threw a birthday party for me at work. Everyone kept asking if the email was a typo - "You're not 50."
Now the AARP will start SPAMming me. At least I ought to find some great deals on viagra and cialis!
I soaked for a couple hours a day, three days in a row. I was a hairy prune.
I read a lot.
On the 2nd day, I went x-country skiing west of there. I suck. It hurt my plantar, but I somehow still had lots of fun. I only fell down twice, and neither were complete wipe-outs.
Then I got a hot-stone massage. Ahhhhhh!
Back to Denver for my Friday birthday - and chores.
I woke up Friday morning realizing that I neglected to drink much of anything the day before. My stomach was queezy, my head light, I felt weak. So I drank lots of salt water for breakfast. Then I threw up. Cool! So I drank more water - and threw up some more! But then I was done throwing up and I was able to rehydrate. I'm certain I was dehydrated, but that probably led to me getting the 6hr flu. It really was a wimpy thing. But it ruined my plans for the day.
On top of that, my right-rear tire was not only flat, it was ruined, with a big bubble in the sidewall. So instead of going to the Hardwater snowshoe race and putting up an aid station Saturday morning, I got new tires.
Then at 6pm was my party. I arrived unfashionably late (I felt like a heel). Oh, well.
It was a fantastic party with all my running friends (I'm afraid nearly everyone I know is a runner). The old Wash Park gang that was so close in past years, and all went their separate ways, they were ALL there!!! It was the BEST reunion!
And tons of my trail running and race buddies were there.
And Kristen F. brought her new hubby from the Cayman Islands. Now THAT'S a long-distance guest. Graham is a very wise and very cool guy.
I'm afraid there were too many people for me to spend much time with many of them. I felt rude again - like I was a bad host. But I'm sure everyone had a good time.
Then I took the lightrail train back to my car. The battery was dead. 1am. Joy. Walk home. Crash into bed. Out-go-the-lights.
Sunday was spent struggling to get a new battery into my CR-V, get it out of that stinkin' parking garage and home.
So once I got home from vacation, everything sucked, except for the fantastic party. I still need to dump my car at the dealership to have them fix why my battery was dead in the first place. I think the battery was only about 8 months old. Think how lucky I was that neither the tire nor the battery screwed me in the mountains. So much more convenient for such hassles to happen at home.
Today, my boss threw a birthday party for me at work. Everyone kept asking if the email was a typo - "You're not 50."
Now the AARP will start SPAMming me. At least I ought to find some great deals on viagra and cialis!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Turnin' Old Vacation
All these months leading to this week, I've had lofty goals.
1) Rim2Rim2Rim at the Grand Canyon (add a couple miles round-trip to make it 50M)
2) Run 50M at Zion NP
3) Set a PR running 50M in the Denver area with friends pacing
4) Mtn bike 50M or more around Moab, Canyonlands
In the end, my plantar scuttled any mileage plans. Even biking is hard on my plantar, since I have to keep getting off my bike now and then, and bike shoes are cruel to my plantar.
The only thing I did was get back to my roots. I went camping in the snow at treeline.
Something else I've been needing is a little Zen time. So instead of climbing a summit, all I did was get high enough to see plenty of mountain tops. I watched the wind, listened to the clouds, felt the mountains. I read a LOT.
Winter Camping 101 - Note the setup. Dig the snow down to ground (unless you are forced to build a flat floor from packed snow, which sucks because your body heat will eventually melt it and form a depression under your ass).
Getting out of a tent can be hard, especially in the middle of the night, with down booties, and wind gusts. To help, I put my ski poles on each side of the tent in case I fall backwards, and I have a snowshoe on each side to use as handrails, and my snow shovel in front.
Too bad there wasn't more snow. It's best to dig down - and build-up (a wall) - so that the wind easily blows right over.
The toboggan always gets placed on the windy side. It's anchored some by snow, but also the pull-line is tangled in my ski poles and tent lines in case the wind decides to rip it off and sail away (this has saved it several times in the past).
The night-time temps were crazy-low. There was about 30F difference between my camp and my car. At night, the temps were -10F to -20F. I brought two sleeping bags and needed both to stay warm.
My only companion was a canine that I never saw (large fox or small coyote), and hibernating rodents under my tent. The fox/coyote seemed to appreciate my toboggan track and used it daily to scout other rodents that crossed the trail.
Oddly, I saw raccoon tracks at 11,000 feet! WTF? I didn't know they were that high, nor active during winter, but I'm no expert on 'coons.
I also saw what I'm guessing were Marten tracts. The size/shape were right, and they seemed to be ghosting a set of squirrel tracks.
However, I didn't actually lay eyes on any living creature.
How many of you use your boots to hold mugs? It plugs them and keeps snow out and it avoids spilling your hot bev's.
Of course, you ALWAYS keep your boot liners warm inside your sleeping bag and/or inside your waistband. You can get hypothermia in your toes real easy putting on frozen boots at -20F.
Process: Take down booties off, shove feet into down sleeping bag and booties into boots. Boot liners should be transferred to your waistband. Simmer a couple of minutes, or until noodles are soft. Then, one boot at a time, yank out bootie, shove in insole, shove in foot, tie boot.
Don't waste a second getting up and walking around to keep the circulation going and warm the boots up as fast as possible.
I relax doing this much work? Am I loco?
Don't answer that. It beats office work.
While up there, I finished Scott Rigsby's "Unthinkable" about the first double-amputee to finish the Hawaiian Ironman.
Then I started reading a couple of books on the 10th Mountain Division. Wow, talk about sens-uround! All I needed was an M1 Garand and I woulda been there!
From my tent, I could see Mt. Massive, South Massive, Elbert, La Plata, Hope, and Hope Pass. I could see half the LT100 course. The opposite direction, but hidden behind a ridge, was Mosquito Pass, where the Leadville Marathon turns around. South of me was Ball Mountain, where the marathon and the Silver Rush 50M courses run around.
1) Rim2Rim2Rim at the Grand Canyon (add a couple miles round-trip to make it 50M)
2) Run 50M at Zion NP
3) Set a PR running 50M in the Denver area with friends pacing
4) Mtn bike 50M or more around Moab, Canyonlands
In the end, my plantar scuttled any mileage plans. Even biking is hard on my plantar, since I have to keep getting off my bike now and then, and bike shoes are cruel to my plantar.
The only thing I did was get back to my roots. I went camping in the snow at treeline.
Something else I've been needing is a little Zen time. So instead of climbing a summit, all I did was get high enough to see plenty of mountain tops. I watched the wind, listened to the clouds, felt the mountains. I read a LOT.
Winter Camping 101 - Note the setup. Dig the snow down to ground (unless you are forced to build a flat floor from packed snow, which sucks because your body heat will eventually melt it and form a depression under your ass).
Getting out of a tent can be hard, especially in the middle of the night, with down booties, and wind gusts. To help, I put my ski poles on each side of the tent in case I fall backwards, and I have a snowshoe on each side to use as handrails, and my snow shovel in front.
Too bad there wasn't more snow. It's best to dig down - and build-up (a wall) - so that the wind easily blows right over.
The toboggan always gets placed on the windy side. It's anchored some by snow, but also the pull-line is tangled in my ski poles and tent lines in case the wind decides to rip it off and sail away (this has saved it several times in the past).
The night-time temps were crazy-low. There was about 30F difference between my camp and my car. At night, the temps were -10F to -20F. I brought two sleeping bags and needed both to stay warm.
My only companion was a canine that I never saw (large fox or small coyote), and hibernating rodents under my tent. The fox/coyote seemed to appreciate my toboggan track and used it daily to scout other rodents that crossed the trail.
Oddly, I saw raccoon tracks at 11,000 feet! WTF? I didn't know they were that high, nor active during winter, but I'm no expert on 'coons.
I also saw what I'm guessing were Marten tracts. The size/shape were right, and they seemed to be ghosting a set of squirrel tracks.
However, I didn't actually lay eyes on any living creature.
How many of you use your boots to hold mugs? It plugs them and keeps snow out and it avoids spilling your hot bev's.
Of course, you ALWAYS keep your boot liners warm inside your sleeping bag and/or inside your waistband. You can get hypothermia in your toes real easy putting on frozen boots at -20F.
Process: Take down booties off, shove feet into down sleeping bag and booties into boots. Boot liners should be transferred to your waistband. Simmer a couple of minutes, or until noodles are soft. Then, one boot at a time, yank out bootie, shove in insole, shove in foot, tie boot.
Don't waste a second getting up and walking around to keep the circulation going and warm the boots up as fast as possible.
I relax doing this much work? Am I loco?
Don't answer that. It beats office work.
While up there, I finished Scott Rigsby's "Unthinkable" about the first double-amputee to finish the Hawaiian Ironman.
Then I started reading a couple of books on the 10th Mountain Division. Wow, talk about sens-uround! All I needed was an M1 Garand and I woulda been there!
From my tent, I could see Mt. Massive, South Massive, Elbert, La Plata, Hope, and Hope Pass. I could see half the LT100 course. The opposite direction, but hidden behind a ridge, was Mosquito Pass, where the Leadville Marathon turns around. South of me was Ball Mountain, where the marathon and the Silver Rush 50M courses run around.
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