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I don't have the space here to address every single reason why 9/11 conspiracy theory is so shamefully stupid, so I'll have to be content with just one point: 9/11 Truth is the lowest form of conspiracy theory, because it doesn't offer an affirmative theory of the crime.Or more to the point, after the cluster fuck that is the Iraqi occupation, do you think those clowns could have pulled off a 9/11 hoax? Please.
Sep. 16th, 2007
Running Fool
Sep. 16th, 2007 11:15 amWell I'm going downtown, where I'm going to park the car and run for two hours. This will be the longest run of the training program and should be roughly equivalent to a half-marathon.
I must be crazy.
--- Update ---
I ran for two solid hours, making a distance of about 20 km. Easily the longest I've ever run, and also proof that I can do a half-marathon. In three weeks. After I recover from today. Woof.
I must be crazy.
--- Update ---
I ran for two solid hours, making a distance of about 20 km. Easily the longest I've ever run, and also proof that I can do a half-marathon. In three weeks. After I recover from today. Woof.
The Danger of Long Distance Runs
Sep. 16th, 2007 11:55 pmThis afternoon's run consisted of me running from the 10th street bridge along the north side of the river to Edworthy park. From there I cut south across the river and proceeded east along the south side of the river to the Zoo. I then cut back north and ran West along the river back to 10th Street. I did this in chunks consisting of 20 minutes of running with 1 minute of walking. I cut the last chunk short five minutes, just to make it an even 120 minutes, instead of 125.
( Another Map to Ignore... )
According to the distances, it was exactly 20 km. Some observations:
Even trying to pace myself, I started out strong and was really plodding like a character from a Richard Bachman novel by the end. My mental count was getting weird too - I may have lost a few brain cells today.
About halfway through, i started to chaff my nipples, which is a common hazard for runners. I put up with it for another 20 minutes, then I did something I've never done before while running - I took my shirt off.
If you know me personally, then you know how desperate I must have been. My fish-belly white, Jabba-the-Hutt torso is not something I want to subject the general public to. But it was that or cut the run way short. Even so, they're both two angry red points now that will take a few days to heal up. I think I'll have to head to a running store to see what solutions they have to offer. Some kind of shield I'm thinking.
Of course this means that my basement-dwelling skin that only ever sees the light of a computer monitor was exposed to the light of the sun for about forty minutes. I don't seem to have burned so I'm wondering exactly how I got lucky there.
A lot of good scenery on the run. While passing Prince's Island, a couple of bike-riding rednecks were staring at the asses of a pair of roller-blading hotties. Nothing wrong with that, and I do it myself, but they did feel the need to make lewd remarks about it. Thankfully the ladies in question didn't actually hear this exchange.
As they veered off, one of them said to me "I see why you jog buddy". I just gave them a grin. That's not the main reason I jog - though it is in the top ten. For the record not winding up like my father, rendered angry, bitter and immobile by a stroke is the number one reason.
Homeless don't seem to bother joggers. I'm sure if I was a walker I'd be panhandled. Presumably they've twigged to the fact that most runners don't carry cash on them.
Doing my post-run stretch I almost passed out standing up. it was as close to blacking out as I've ever come. A death grip on the handrail I was using for the stretch kept me steady.
After the run I went to a Mexican restaurant for a burrito and about two litres of water. It was good and I think I (once again) fell in love with my server. I was also a complete klutz and managed to dump a full glass of water onto my table and the floor. Oh well.
After an hour or so I was recovered to the point of normal operations (and I remember a time when a 10k run would clobber me for days). I have no reserve energy or course, but I'm not in any pain. I am stiff from my exertion though. feeling good though, and happy that I'm going to be able to do the run in Victoria.
Bonus: I burned about a hojillion calories.
( Another Map to Ignore... )
According to the distances, it was exactly 20 km. Some observations:
Even trying to pace myself, I started out strong and was really plodding like a character from a Richard Bachman novel by the end. My mental count was getting weird too - I may have lost a few brain cells today.
About halfway through, i started to chaff my nipples, which is a common hazard for runners. I put up with it for another 20 minutes, then I did something I've never done before while running - I took my shirt off.
If you know me personally, then you know how desperate I must have been. My fish-belly white, Jabba-the-Hutt torso is not something I want to subject the general public to. But it was that or cut the run way short. Even so, they're both two angry red points now that will take a few days to heal up. I think I'll have to head to a running store to see what solutions they have to offer. Some kind of shield I'm thinking.
Of course this means that my basement-dwelling skin that only ever sees the light of a computer monitor was exposed to the light of the sun for about forty minutes. I don't seem to have burned so I'm wondering exactly how I got lucky there.
A lot of good scenery on the run. While passing Prince's Island, a couple of bike-riding rednecks were staring at the asses of a pair of roller-blading hotties. Nothing wrong with that, and I do it myself, but they did feel the need to make lewd remarks about it. Thankfully the ladies in question didn't actually hear this exchange.
As they veered off, one of them said to me "I see why you jog buddy". I just gave them a grin. That's not the main reason I jog - though it is in the top ten. For the record not winding up like my father, rendered angry, bitter and immobile by a stroke is the number one reason.
Homeless don't seem to bother joggers. I'm sure if I was a walker I'd be panhandled. Presumably they've twigged to the fact that most runners don't carry cash on them.
Doing my post-run stretch I almost passed out standing up. it was as close to blacking out as I've ever come. A death grip on the handrail I was using for the stretch kept me steady.
After the run I went to a Mexican restaurant for a burrito and about two litres of water. It was good and I think I (once again) fell in love with my server. I was also a complete klutz and managed to dump a full glass of water onto my table and the floor. Oh well.
After an hour or so I was recovered to the point of normal operations (and I remember a time when a 10k run would clobber me for days). I have no reserve energy or course, but I'm not in any pain. I am stiff from my exertion though. feeling good though, and happy that I'm going to be able to do the run in Victoria.
Bonus: I burned about a hojillion calories.