Maui Roads

check out the video Ryder posted on his blog on Dec. 8

http://www.ryderhesjedal.ca/

pretty neat. somehow Laird managed to get his shirt off

WhatsWithThat KidsHead

Legs are sore, eyes are heavy. Another week passes.

Some highlights, some mistakes, most certainly the "butchering" I did on my haircut on Christmas Eve. A little champagne and too much confidence left me with one of the poorest haircuts I've ever had.

I forgot to put the right gauge on the clippers, and the moment I touched the side of my head with them, "Bzzt." Oh shit. I just looked in the mirror, ad then debated about doing the same thing to the other side just to, you know even things out. jk.

My brother thinks it's hysterical, calls me "patches."

On the bright side when I'm down in Florida I won't be talking about talking to girls. In fact, I think girls will be talking about talking to me.

Daring eachother to ask me "What is wrong with your hair, did you have some sort of operation, are you sick, why is it a triangle, can I touch the "patch."

Oh well, at least I don't have any job interviews over break.

This weeks training was highlighted by some fitness tests and of course, swimming. More paddles.paddles.paddles. I'm gonna be RIPPED, come Spring!

I also got to find some meaning in the saying "you can always do one more." QCASSIDY has a run with Denton in "Once a Runner." The intervals just keep piling on and on, and after Cassidy completely blows on the last one, Denton announces he has another set to run, and another and...

Well this morning during the swim I counted wrong, and after what I thought I finished the set, I was feeling satisfied, my arms feeling like jello, sinking in the water. I was asked "Did I interrupt your break?" by the coach. "GET ON IT!" he says. And I'm off for another round, painfully slithering through the water. But hey I thought of Cassidy, and got it done, and thats it.

Rest Well

Oh for all the shit I'm getting from my brother, I need some revenge. So I posted the most ridiculous photo of him at the beach this summer when we thought it would be funny to go "merman."

back in Richmond

Home is great. Training is going well., just putting in some work making sure I don't get dropped by SG (bike racer)when I go down to Florida for some training early January.

This trip is looming, and I have to make sure I don't completely kill myself, so just a little bit of hard stuff, which is usually the fun stuff. Keeping in mind that spot on the Owen Cup loop where JZ thinks he will drop me (is this inevitable?), and that jackass who always plays "Sally Save Up" so he can toast me at the end of masters.

And about the hard stuff. If the hard stuff wasn't the fun stuff then whats the point of any of the stuff cuz the racing is certainly not going to be a taste of easy stuff.

It sucks when people complain about sets and times and intervals, (unless they are really fast of course, and the 1:10 on the 10x100 is just "annoying.") They've earned their right to complain. Everyone else, shut up. It's late, I need to chill.

Anyway not much of an update because A.) it's simply too late B.) I'm taking my blogging to the next level, just not this time


Rest Well.

WalkTheWalk

One of the things I share with my roommates is the fact that we lived on the same hall our freshmen year. As such, we enjoy many of the same jokes about school and friends. We share stories about the professors and students we know.

There's the prof with the man crush on my roommate.

The one who looks lost all the time.

There's the elusive "Steven Seagal," a student? who must have lived near us freshmen year. He got his name by ALWAYS sporting skintight underarmour tank tops no matter what the weather, black sunglasses, an occasional bandanna, and black cargo pants with black tims. And yes, "Steven Seagal," had a pony tail.

What made him so "Seagal" was his ability to surprise us. "Steven Seagal" didn't walk by you on the drillfield, or sit down next to you in class. He broke through a bush next to you, or jumped out of a tree by the bus stop. Putting you in total shock, and laughter at the same time.

Both scenarios are true by the way.

And after such impressive entrances he always just walked right by you, never even glancing at you as you stared him down, wondering "Who the hell are you?"

Of course any student will know the "Beat Box Kid." The name says it all. He walks around campus with one hand on his mouth beat boxing. It usually sounds like the same beat, but I don't really know, I don't beat box.

We often ask ourselves does he have conversations, does this go on in class, when does he eat?

To get an idea of just how big this guy has gotten on campus I'll share a story. I was at the bus stop waiting to go home. A girl sitting on the bench next to me was one the phone, and seemed to be doing most of the talking. It starts with the low steady thump of the beat "Beat Box Kid," is spitting. Then he's in sight, walking up the same sidewalk the bus stop is on. His eyes are pointed down at the ground. All the eyes on the sidewalk are pointed right at him. While he passes us, I smile, and my imagination runs with images of him sitting in the back of a quiet classroom struggling to keep his beat going without alarming the professor.

But I'm brought back to earth when the girl next to me yells into her phone. "WAIT, I can't hear you. That F**ing Beat Box Kid just walked by."

Another classic is "IPOD guy". IPOD guy wears high fashion clothes and WALKS THE WALK. He's also one for sunglasses, usually the shutter shades that Kanye made popular in the "Stronger" video. Ohh, and of course "IPOD guy" doesn't settle for a back pack, but well, a man purse.

"IPOD guy" came on the scene with his tenacious walk last year. He started small, I heard about him over dinner one night but hadn't witnessed the passion that was THIS walk until later in the Fall.

Most likely the walk stems from the music he's listening to. (if you hadn't gotten it, he always, always wears an IPOD) I saw him downtown, at dinner on a Friday night with the IPOD in!

As to what music he's listening to, I don't know. Be my guest to try and walk next to him and listen in. If you think you can match stride with a runway model, you're wrong. He's lost me on numerous occasions.

Now on a different tangent, both sorta related. My hair has gotten pretty long and needs a buzz. I wanted to put one of those lines in the front of the buzz that black guys used to wear. I don't know what it's called so I go online to look at a few hairstyles for men. Suddenly I'm introduced to the picture that accompanies the "shaved" hairstyle. I'm sure it's "IPOD guy's" dad.


If you know "IPOD guy" you realize how good this is.

Rest Well.

Break by Numbers

Over Thanksgiving break:

2-devoured apple pies
1-road race entered
3-times I was told by my brother I have no "social life"
2-chances to rant about all the things I hate about Jason Mraz
1-"Blue Hoods" reunions
33-hours in a car
1-race lost in a sprint
1-morning of leaves
2-guitar "lessons" given
3-small epiphanies
4-Sopranos episodes watched on the tready
2-snowballs
2-shutdowns
6-games of 21 (bball)
1-Santas meet


Rest Well.