Stuff for today...

A few thoughts today:

 

- This morning I went running.  Our track workout was 3 sets of 2000meters at 15k pace (6:40/mile).  I felt like a champ, and I’m glad to report that at those speeds, my foot was holding up pretty darn good.  It’s those slower paces 8min + that really mess me up.  Half way through my workout, I started thinking about Chicago, and started imagining how good the feeling will be if I can run under my goal of 3:15.  I was imagining running, the smile on my face just grew, and I shivers and my hairs where standing straight up from the weird emotions I got.  It was a weird 2 laps of running, but damn did it feel good.   Then, as I was starting my very last lap on the Lake Austin High track, a shooting star shot across the sky from over head towards downtown.  Maybe it’s a sign!

 

- My old A.R.T. Doctor moved to Maui in the spring to work on professional Wind Surfers. After one of the long runs, Performance Wellness set up shop and Dr. Laurie worked on my sore as hell calf after my 18 mile Mt Bonnell run. She rocked.  So, I adopted her as my new Active Release Technique Doctor, and got an appointment this morning at 8:30am, I am formally giving her an A+.

She brought out metal bars of different sizes that she used to roll up and down my calf muscles and my fascia (foot pad) in addition to other pressure point stuff to help my cause.  Hurt like a summagum, but it works wonders, so I let her keep at it!  I then got Electric stimulation to my calf muscles, and ultrasounds to my fascia.  I’m feeling better.   I go in again on Thursday at 9am, and then on Saturday.

 

- On my way to my Appointment (off MoPac and Far West’ish), I sat in traffic.  I ended up having to pee so bad that I drove over to the McDonald’s at 2222 and MoPac first.  It was the first time I’ve stepped foot in a fast food burger joint in over 2 years, and I must say the smell was gross.  Immediately within a second or two I got hit with that fast food fryer smell and just felt unhealthy simply walking inside of it.  On my way out of the restroom, in my head, I said: “Forgive them all, for they know what not they’re doing”  to all the patrons in there.  I don’t think I can ever eat in one of those again, and I used to LOVE MickeyD’s Fries to the point of pulling in to a drive through to have snacks during the drive home.  Oh how things have changed.

 

- For those of you that have some common sense and use Gmail, you’ve undoubtedly seen my latest sideline blurb line stating that I’m looking for a good snack that doesn’t have heavy fiber.  Well, I’m glad to report that so far, three people have tried to help:

Beef jerky was help #1.   Not a bad idea, but there are no carbs, so I still need other stuff.

Nuts was help #2.  Not a bad idea either, and I have a can of Roasted and Salted Almonds at my desk at all times!

Jelly Beans was help #3.   I wasn’t sure how that was healthy, but he told me that they’re good, and don’t have fiber, so that makes them applicable.

For those of you that don’t use GMAIL, (I forgive you, for I know what you’re missing out on)

 

- I formally nominate the Squirrel as the dumbest animal on earth.  Those things are idiots.  We all have experienced them run across the street as you’re driving, then they pull a 180, and run right back where they came from, and you either squish them, or swerve putting your own life in danger to save the little idiot.  Well, today, I give up on the animal. 

I’m coming out of my apartment complex, and this chick is entering, so she stops to put her magnetic key on the thingy to open her gate, I’m driving out.  This squirrel is in front of her car, so I stop, as I’m sure he’s going to run across my side.  But what does he do instead of running straight across?  He stops, looks at me and my car, and runs right towards me.  Now he’s too far under my hood, so I can’t see where he is.  I now am forced to get out of my car and see where the hell he went.  The chick wasn’t helping me one bit.  There’s no cool finish other than the squirrel finally ran onto the grass, and I could drive away.  Stupid squirrel.  Next time, you’ll get to meet Mr. Goodyear up close and personal.