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.Alex.

Odds and Ends: Fall Foliage

On Monday I went for a walk to grab some lunch in the Homewood neighborhood. Right behind my office there is a stream that is the same stream that parallels University Parkway along the trail we warm up on during Tuesday night track. There's a nice little stretch of woods back there and I stopped to snap a few pictures. They came out pretty well considering that I was using my iPhone.

That's all.

Nothing about training, racing, fighting drinking or anything else. Just enjoying the change of the seasons and wanted to share.




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My Training: Aikido Nerves

I figured it's about time I posted some original content on here again. Tonight I have practice test belt test in aikido and I'm nervous.

I wrote about a page of stuff about all the techniques I'll have to know, how hard I've been training and how the testing process works but I deleted it. In the end it doesn't really matter. Either I'll pass the practice test and take the belt test in 3 weeks or I'll have to wait until cycling season is over and try again. Either way I'll pass the test eventually and really that won't really change anything because it's just rank.

So what does matter?



Tonight is just another is series of tests to see if I can remain calm under attack. With 20 other people watching me can I remain focused on one person attacking me? Can I make mistakes and not lose my composure? Can I even do something as simple as just taking deep breaths throughout my test?

My evaluators aren't my teachers but myself. If I can learn to go calmly through vicious attacks and by extension through the ups and downs of life, if I can get a little closer to achieving an imperturbable mind., then I'll be a little closer to being the person I want to be.

There's lots of things I want out of aikido and lots of reasons why I do it but tonight I just want to be calm.

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Odds and Ends: 12 Best Halloween Posts From TextsFromLastNight

Cholesterol, obesity, drug use, free climbing - all these are things that reduce your life expectancy. And while it may be more of a correlation than a cause I'm pretty sure that if anything you text ends up on TextsFromLastNight there's a better-than-average chance you're going to wind up dead in a gutter. Or at least in detox.

That being said, I love reading 'em. Here are the dozen best texts I found from the Halloween weekend:

  • (513): You tried to wear your Jesus costume into Family Christian stores and say it was a book signing.

  • (919): Calvin and Hobbes are double-teaming a butterfly. They're in the bathroom, and drawing a crowd.

  • (708): she asked if she could keep her bee antennas on during her mugshot. i love halloween.

  • (954): you kept slapshing your drinks on people saying the power of christ compels you.

  • (252): I had sex with billy mayes last night. HE KEPT IN CHARACTER THE WHOLE TIME.

  • (570): A homeless guy asked you to feel your boobs, you accepted in exchange for his broom to go with your witch costume..... that's when I cut you off

  • (571): Ended up passed out drunk in the neighbors lawn, still in costume. Neighbors thought I was a lawn decoration. Ten points for best Halloween ever.

  • (614): Did you see the soccer ref give that girl the red card as she was being kicked out of the party?

  • (516): I didn't black out, the guy in the Men In Black costume erased my memory

  • (617): The only thing I have to prove last night happened is a fireman's hat full of puke.

  • (914): I just hemmed my dress for halloween, never felt more like a man

  • (425): Oh. Im drinking alone in a banana costume. Every time youre feeling down, i want you to think of me right now and know that your life is better than mine.
And to keep things loosely related to sports here are two more I found. I'm assuming one was from the NYC marathon:

  • (917): just stared at ed norton's ass for 26 miles. if there was ever an incentive to run a marathon, that was it. my life is perfect.

  • (419): i went to throw her on my bed and threw her straight in to my bike

And another one for Dr. K, Jum and Mel:

  • (224): U of I kids don't fist pump to Sweet Caroline. Get me the fuck out of here.

And just a few more to get you through the workday:

  • 425): You wanted to speak to the manager of mcdonalds as to why a "bag of cheeseburgers" isn't a menu option.

  • (215): The guy I was getting with last night took off his purity ring mid-sex and threw it across the room.

  • (813): you tried to do a keg stand and ended up flipping over it and onto the table

  • (786): I told her at least we still had each other. That's when she started crying.
  • (315): i fell off the bed in the middle of it, and he yelled "5 second rule" and kept fucking me. i think im in love

Thanks for reading. Enjoy the nice fall weather!

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SOTW: Dan Reeder - Havana Burning

Damn. What a great weekend. Halloween was a blast, with great costumes including Dr. K (Abe Lincoln), Koshy (Troy Palumalu) and Zero, Elf and Brennan (Sigmund, Freud and White Tiger). My personal favorite goes to Alyssa for her fully functional Franzia box.

Of course we can't forget the great NYC Marathon performance by Mel who powered through an off day with a smile on her face. Or the absolutely amazing 12th place (3rd Americana) finish by Chrissy who was blazing across the finish line with a 2:44 at about the same time as I was shuffling around my room looking for pants so I could get to aikido. Puts one's life in harsh perspective eh?

Well since it's Monday and it's back to work. Hopefully these tracks will help ease the feeling of disorientation on the first day of daylight savings as you drive to work in the sunlight and watch the sun start to set at 3:30.

A couple of weeks ago Pandora started playing some songs by Dan Reeder on one of my more folksy stations. I loved his simple melodies, creative lyrics and vocal delivery. Here is a tri of his songs:







To me, there's something profound about his nonsense topics the 50-some year-old expatriot living in Germany chooses. The details are crisp enough to be rich while the message (is there is one) is left up to listeners interpretation. His voice and guitar playing aren't flashy but rather perfectly suited for his style - an easy resonate voice and clean guitar picking. You can find his work on the Oh Boy Records label.

I find myself humming his stuff a lot lately, especially this section from Havana Burning:

And if I had a pistol
I could join a revolution
Just like Che
Imagine me
Hunkered down low in the sugarcane
Watching Havana burning

Looks like a nice cool dry week ahead of us - great weather to get some training in. Have a great week and I'll see everyone this weekend at HOF5: Dead Man Riding.

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The Lifestyle: Bikes As Art

Lance Armstrong's Twitter feed tipped me off to a cool exhibit that took place last month at the Armory in NYC. Yes, the same Armory where Jum, Claire, Ryan and I unwittingly ran in a gay (literally) track meet sponsored by the NY chapter of Front Runners in 2008.

Thinking back it was great meet. Ryan found an old track singlet on display there that said something like "Skeeter" which I pretty sure was one of his highlights for that year. I nipped under 4:50 in the mile and Arjun dropped a frightening 60 sec 400m to close out a 4:30 mile. Claire ran well and got some pizza. Good times.

Anyway, here are some pictures and text I lifted from HypeBeast

The massive artist-driven bike initiative STAGES involving Lance Armstrong and TREK has hit The Armory in New York. In what is the last stage of the global touring bike showcase, this is among the last opportunities to check out the exclusive bike designs which include contributions from Shepard Fairey, Kenny Scharf, Marc Newson, Yoshitomo Nara, KAWS, and Damien Hirst. The event also created in association with Nike Sportswear will conclude on October 22nd with the auction taking place on November 1st in benefit of the Lance Armstrong Foundation.







For those of us who have invested thousands into a road bike and especially those of us who have built up a bike before understand how a bike can be a work of art. From crisp white bike tape, to glossy carbon components to the most minute accents like colored cable ends and spoke nipples. But these bikes take the beauty of bike building to the next level with their elaborate frame patterns.

Personally, I know I've looked at many a mechanically impressive bike and thought "yeah ... but it just looks so boring". I mean if I'm going to be riding a bike that's worth a couple of grand I also want it to look like it. What tops the feeling of climbing onto a shined and detailed hot-looking bike on a nice summer day?

Still, on the other side of the coin as I was admiring the sweet paint jobs in this exhibit there was a little voice in my head going "ohhhh ... they're running SRAM Red. Very nice".

Thanks for reading everyone. Have a great Halloween/NYC Marathon weekend.

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Odds and Ends: IT'S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS.

Yesterday Claire sent me a hilarious tweet with a link to this article in McSweeney's. Btw, that's not AZ Claire formerly of Baltimore but my semi-pro MTB friend up in Wisconsin. This is the Claire who is also a good friends with Geo and dating Matt (who used to be Geo's roommate). I also saw that Elf posted this to FB this morning (yes, 90% of my friends have blogs -- I'll update the Blogroll next week).

I was going to post this as a fun TGIF post but since I'm worried this won't be hot anymore by then - you get it on hump day. Enjoy.

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IT'S DECORATIVE
GOURD SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS.

BY COLIN NISSAN

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I don't know about you, but I can't wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I'm about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it's gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There's a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.

http://www.csa.com/discoveryguides/food/images/squash.jpg

I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I'm going to get to work on making a beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like, "Aren't those gourds straining your neck?" And I'm just going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and quietly reply, "It's fall, fuckfaces. You're either ready to reap this freaky-assed harvest or you're not."

http://decorvillage.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/fall-harvest.jpg

Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know what else does? Performing a all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Different Strokes—specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn't it? Felonies and gourds have one very important commonality: they're both extremely fucking real. Sorry if that's upsetting, but I'm not doing you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.

http://www.vinmag.com/online/media/gbu0/prodlg/TS065.jpg

The next thing I'm going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I'm going to do lines of blow off its hull with a hooker. Why? Because it's not summer, it's not winter, and it's not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it's fall, fuckers.

http://homepages.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~julieann/art/first-landing-pilgrims-HUS1-57.jpg

Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well then you're going to fucking love my house. Just look where you're walking or you'll get KO'd by the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above. And when you do, you're going to hear a very loud, very stereotypical Italian laugh coming from me. Consider yourself warned.

http://z.about.com/d/goitaly/1/5/g/6/-/-/meat-store-italy.jpg

For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow that tries to land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to summer.

http://media3.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/photo/gallery/090505/GAL-09May05-1986/media/PHO-09May05-160723.jpg

Welcome to autumn, fuckheads!

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The Lifestyle: Don't Slow Jerk The Marathon

The New York Times, that endless source of clueless intellectual musings on sports, recently published a rather pointless but nonetheless discussion-provoking article on slow marathoners entitled: Plodders Have a Place, but Is It in a Marathon?.

Let me summarize and spare you the effort of reading it. More and more people are doing marathons but the average times are getting slower. Faster marathoners are becoming indignant claiming that the slower marathoners are devaluing their accomplishments and going so far as to say that people who are walking 6+ hours marathons have not actually "done" the marathon. There are some bullshit statistics I'm leaving out but that's the general idea. This quote from Adrienne Wald, 54, marathoner and the women’s cross-country coach at the College of New Rochelle, sums up the elitist argument pretty well:

It’s a joke to run a marathon by walking every other mile or by finishing in six, seven, eight hours ... It used to be that running a marathon was worth something — there used to be a pride saying that you ran a marathon, but not anymore. Now it’s, ‘How low is the bar?’ ”

Since I'm a cold-hearted elitist bastard as well as a generally laid-back guy I have been split on this idea. On one hand, who cares? Let everyone run, let everyone have a good time. But, on the other hand, there is something fundamentally grueling and exclusive about the marathon and doing the minimum to go 26.2M just doesn't capture that spirit.

And to be clear. I'm talking about effort, not time. I have several friends who run races and bring up the last 1/4 of the race. But they bust their asses and I'm proud of them. There are a variety of reasons that a person might legitimately not be able to run faster than 6 hours for a marathon. But there are a lot more reasons healthy people can run much faster.

This something I've had on the back of my mind for several years ever since some of my friends back at Madison were talking about migrating from the marathon to more "extreme" endurance events like ultras and Iron distance races. Among other things they felt that the marathon had ceased to be the test of athleticism and determination that it once was now that so many people were doing it just to do it. To "go the distance" so-to-speak , but without any of connotations of persistence and determination. This sentiment was echoed perfectly by Brennan in his recounting of his ball-busting 2:41 marathon debut when he said:

"I want to run a race, not an event"

Well put. One of the few negative experiences I've had with running was in the fall of 2008 when I was lining up for a local corporate 5k. The kind where every company's employees sign up together as a team. I hadn't done a running race in month. It was a gorgeous morning, I was excited and ready to roll. I stripped down to my Brasil singlet and running shorts and jogged past the other runners/walkers to the starting line. On my way I up heard some woman say:

"Someone's trying too hard ... "

Are you fucking kidding me? It's a race! It's not all about winning but it is all about pushing yourself. If you want to show up with your other post-menopausal girlfriends and pay $25 to get a shirt for walking 3.1M while sipping low-fat lattes - that's fine. But recognize that you are guest on someone else's turf - not the other way around.

Of course it ridiculous to say that other people doing that same race with less intensity actually undermines another person's accomplishments. But still, there's something ... not quite right about showing up and not bringing your A-game.

Finally, I think I've been able to zero in on the what bothers me about the jovial chubby joggers at the back of the pack. Like Aesop and his demonstrative fables involving cuddly woodland creature I will first explain my point with an allegory. Except I'm going to use a skit from The Whitest Kids You Know called The Slow Jerk:



"That's gross though. That's not how you do that. You're doing it too slow. Stop. It's just real fast and then you stop ok?"

That's what bothers me about 7 hour marathoners, 45 min 5k "runners" and the like. For the most part they're doing it wrong. That's not how you're supposed to do that. It's fast, and then you're done - kinda. Not world record fast - but fast for you.

Good sense and the persistent injuries have prevented me from ever doing a marathon but I've helped dozens of my friends with every aspect of the training, preparation, race and recovery. From what I've seen it seems to me that the marathon is a journey.

"Doing" that marathon isn't just about hitting a certain time. It's about putting in the time. Hours of running in the cold, the rain, the heat, the snow. Making scarifies, missing happy hours, cutting weight and nursing injuries. It kinda sucks. I mean why do you think people are so freaking happy to be done! It's not just the stupid 26.2 miles - it's the whole damn ordeal.

So if you're a healthy adult and run 20M a week for a few months so you can walk/jog a 6+ hour marathon - I'm not going to say you didn't do that marathon. You just didn't do it right. It's just supposed to be quick ... and then you're done.

And never make eye contact.

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SOTW: Animal Collective - My Girls

As I promised I am actually back to blogging. It's fun to get back in the swing of it and I already have 2 other posts lined up for this week. But since it's Monday it's time for another song of the week!

I stumbled across another synth-drenched gem on inter-tubes recently by Animal Collective. The Baltimore born and raised quartet just released their 8th studio album in 2009 titled Merriweather Post Pavilion. From the album notes the band had this to say about the title:

Merriweather Post Pavilion is an outdoor music venue in a place called Symphony Woods in Columbia, Maryland. It was designed by Frank Gehry in the 1960's, and they've been having concerts there from 1967 up through today. We used to go to shows there while growing up and have fond memories of times spent on the lawn. For most of the time we've been playing together, both in Animal Collective and the years before, we've tried to make music that would be deserving of an amazing outdoor listening experience. As both a name and a place, Merriweather Post Pavilion represents this for us.

From that album check out My Girls:



This video trips balls and I love the dense electronic sound on this track. Watching these guys groove and bounce to their track is infectious. And while it's no MGMT's "Time To Pretend" (my favorite new song I've heard this year) the lyrical content is simple and meaningful. It reads like a poem:

There isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
But with a little girl, and by my spouse,
I only want a proper house

I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in the freshest wave,
But to provide for mine who ask
I will, with heart, on my father's grave

On my father's grave
(On your father's grave)

I don't mean to seem like I
Care about material things,
Like a social status,
I just want
Four walls and adobe slats
For my girls

Thanks for reading. Let's kick this week off right.

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Odds and Ends: Alyssa Doesn't Get My Jokes

... or maybe I just don't get her's. Alyssa seems to have misunderstood my post yesterday or I missed her sarcasm. In cycling lingo "29 and single" means you ride a 29" single-speed mountain bike. Not that you are necessarily 29 y/o and lonely - though I'll admit there is a correlation.
On a somewhat unrelated note I found this is a mousepad I found at cafe press. It really should be a shirt because WTF buys mouse pads? But I only endorse this image because the pedal is clearly a SPD clipless pedal thus the shirt is supporting single speed riding (most likely commuting or on the track because a MTB would have eggbeaters) and not fixies. Not that I have anything against fixsters as a whole (as long as they know what their doing). It's just that I'm all about performance:



Every time I see a fixster riding around a $2,000 set of trispoke aero HED3s wheels on a $500 frame I want to pull over, hit him (not that I wouldn't hit a chick - it's always a dude), take the wheels to build a proper TT bike so I can embarrass myself at yet another discipline of cycling, and slap this sicker on their top tube.


Unless of course they already have a TTMBL where the sticker would go.

Then I just wouldn't stop hitting them.

Thanks for reading. Have a good weekend.

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The Lifestyle: This Is My Life

[UPDATE: OK, I tried to post that post from my iPhone via email. Apparently there are still some kinks to be worked out. I've corrected the text below so it appears as I intended]

After seeing I had been stripped from the blog roll on TWSS I decided
it was time to follow through on my promise to start blogging again.

I think this is a good summery of my life these days. I come from my
bike to work and I find this in my kitchen:

No note, no explanation. Just a pile of bikes clearly intended for me to fix. I didn't take me long to remember that it was for a friend and I had promised I would fix his bike up. Nonetheless I think it's hilarious that bike are just materializing in my house.

In other bike news my negotiations with my insurance company over my stolen road bike are going well and I think I'm going to end up getting a fair compensation.

Also, I've traded my tandem with Ster for his SS 29er for a few weeks so I can finally say that I am 29 and single. I've just been using it for commuting this week but I hope to get out on the trails on Sunday.

Lastly, I know this blog is in disrepair. I'll also try and touch it up on Sunday. I've had a crazy to do list lately but I think it's finally died down a bit. I have lot of stuff to share so start checking back here more often.

Thanks for reading - a





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SOTW: The Mountain Goats - This Year

It's been a long year. Maybe not so much worse than others but sometimes things can just seem a little much.

I know people have lost jobs this year, been injured, been rejected by schools, been dumped, been deployed in the military, and moved away.

With those things in my mind I came across this song on the radio and the refrain is just perfect:

"I am going to make it through this year if it kills me!"



Let's push things forward and live everyweek like it's shark week. DBAP and GYBL.

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News (Losely Speaking): Gender Testing at IAAF Worlds

From the BBC:

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Semenya told to take gender test

South Africa's 800m World Championships finalist Caster Semenya has been asked to take a gender verification test, according to athletics' governing body.

The International Association of Athletics Federations says it demanded the test three weeks ago amid fears she should not be able to run as a woman.

IAAF spokesman Nick Davies said the "extremely complex, difficult" test results were not due for several weeks.

South Africa's athletics federation has denied such a test has been demanded.

The 18-year-old Semenya is considered a favourite to win gold in Wednesday's 800m final in Berlin.

She burst onto the world stage earlier this year, running 1.56.72 in Bambous three weeks ago, smashing her previous personal best by more than seven seconds.

She also broke Zola Budd's long-standing South African record and arrived here as the newly-crowned African junior champion.

If it's a natural thing and the athlete has always thought she's a woman or been a woman, it's not exactly cheating
IAAF spokesman Nick Davies

"In the case of this athlete, following her breakthrough in the African junior championships, the rumours, the gossip was starting to build up," added Davies.

"The gender verification test is an extremely complex procedure. The situation today is that we do not have any conclusive evidence that she should not be allowed to run."

A group of doctors, including an endocrinologist, a gynaecologist, an internal medicine expert, an expert on gender and a psychologist, have started the procedure but it is uncertain when the results will be known.

"It would be wrong today to take a decision to withdraw an athlete," said Davies, who said this was not a mandatory or compulsory test and the athlete was in no way suspected of cheating.

"This is a medical condition. It is nothing that she has done. There is a need to make sure rules are followed.

"We are more concerned for the person and not to make this as something that is humiliating."

Story from BBC SPORT:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/sport2/hi/athletics/8210471.stm

Published: 2009/08/19 16:31:30 GMT

© BBC MMIX

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Wait, What?

"We are more concerned for the person and not to make this as something that is humiliating."

Really? How could this be anything but humiliating? You're taking an 18 y/o (self-identified) girl who is thrust into the world stage by her athletic prowess and ten questioning her gender in an extremely public manner. Where is the concern for the person the IAAF spokesperson Nick Davies is talking about? The only two outcomes are that she (and the world) are informed that she she is an intersex person (a term that doesn't exist in most of the worlds societies) and therefore, at least in the eyes of the IAAF less of a woman than she thought she was, or whoops -- you just look a lot like one. "Our Bad".

Further what are the basis for these accusations?


Caster Semenya, right,crosses the finish line during the women's 800 meters semi-final.


OK - So Caster Semenya (green and yellow at right) has a masculine physique, I get that. And hence the rumors. But hello this is the women's 800m. Does anyone remember a 6-time Olympian named Maria Mutola who won multiple Olympic, world indoor, world outdoor and commonwealth medals (most of them gold)?


http://www.nexus.ao/sports/fotos/dia/mutola1.jpg


Yeah, I thought so. What about Gail Devers's famously muscular body - weave, nails and makeup aside?


http://www2.iaaf.org/Multimedia/Photo/AthletesWomen/DeversG/usa100hDevers.jpg


Where I'm going with this is that world-class female track and field athletes (particularly outside of distance running) are not uncommonly, lean, muscular, slim hipped and broad shouldered. Why is this one case being singled out?

You might argue it's because Caster Semenya really, like *really* "looks like a dude". Gail Devers has kids and Maria Mutola has a discernible bust but Caster Semenya looks very nearly like man. My response to this would be she passes the "bulge test" and that has to be good enough unless they are prepared to test all their athletes.

If I had to predict I would say that gender testing may become commonplace for all governing bodies of sport in the future. But, if the IAAF wants to get involved in gender testing at this juncture then they have to be fair. If they're are going to test Caster Semenya, and unless they have some information regarding her gender that we are not privy to, they need to test everyone.

Otherwise, unless Tyler Perry's Media, The Waynes Brother's White Girls or Robin Williams' Ms. Doubtfire toes the line - you have to let 'em run.

Ryan has already sent in an application to be "gender-checker" for the pole vaulters, high jumpers, most of the heptathletes, and any cute girls he sees in the stands. I'm imagining something like the audition scene in Zach and Miri with Craig Robinson (Darryl from The Office).

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Odds and Ends: Hi, My Name Is Charley Wigelius

From Velonews regarding the last-minute doping suspension of Thomas Dekker:


The 24-year-old Dekker, who was slated to arrive in Monaco on Wednesday for Saturday's opening stage of the Tour [de France], will be replaced on the
Silence-Lotto roster by British rider Charley Wigelius.

Charley Wigelius, who in addition to having the most British name in the world probably rides this bike:

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SOTW: Matt and Kim - Daylight

Hey, first post in a while. Enjoy this little gem from Matt and Kate that I hear on the Bicardi Mojito commercial that's playing now. Enjoy:

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Race Report: 1st Annual TWSS Beer Mile

Beer Mile Race Report
Sunday, May 17th 2009
6:30 PM

Immediately following BikeJam, Dr. K and Tank participated in a beer mile with our runner/triathlete friends in the Raven's Stadium parking lot off Ostend under 395 (I think). For those of you not familiar with the format of the race you drink 1 beer and run 1/4 of a mile. Repeat 4 times. You can't drink and run at the the same time. Costumes are encouraged. Failure to keep the beer down results in a penalty lap of another beer and another 1/4 mile.



The runners and triathletes were in the first heat and were pretty impressive with a Arjun going 7:30, and Brennan going 8 min and most everyone being under 10 min. Costumes included a Ben in a panama hat and sweatsuit, Jen in a purple skinsuit and a smattering of short shorts.





Tank, Dr. K and I were in our own "cyclist heat". Tank hadn't run in 6 months since his marathon and was clad in running shorts and a tank top. Dr K. has allegedly run 10 miles in the last 9 years and was running in a pair of vans and a pair of electric orange shorts that materialized out of nowhere. I busted out my old college trisuit to complete the motly crew.



Tank and Dr. K were much faster drinkers than me but since I run once a week I wasn't as "wobbly" on land as they were. Turns out that didn't matter. On the first 2 cans they put about 45 sec on me but I made up most of it on the run. However, on lap 3 I discovered that I can hold EXACTLY 3 cans of beer in my stomach - no more. In hindsight the PowerBar ProteinMAX bar I ate 30 min before the race was probably a bad idea.



The results was strangely reminiscent of bike race. Tank and Dr. K shot off ahead while everyone else yelled "come on Alex - don't get lapped don't get lapped!". I got lapped but they were not pulling anyone that day and had to finish. So I did finally find room for that 4th but I think I did so by topping off my esophagus. Dr. K and Tank came in sprinting in at 8:11 and 8:16 while I staggered cross-eyed over the line at 13 something minutes. I sadly clocked the slowest time of the day - several minutes behind even a puking Ben.



It was a good day.

(Thanks to Ryan for the pics)

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