Saturday, May 23, 2009

One of THOSE days.

Last night at dinner we discussed whether we would be working out as a group today. The concensus at dinner was, we would not. Then I got a text that we might, then was asked my opinion about whether we should or shouldn't, and plan to go on Sunday. My impression of the weather was this: it would be OK from 6:30 til 10, then it would get rainy. The other in formation that we had was this: Hector (a trainer in the area) went to talk to the meteorologist at Channel 13 and the prediction was that it would be way rainy. He sent a message to cancel his team's group workout, which was forwarded to my coach from one of the team-members. So, being on the safe side, when Coach and I talked, we decided that it was best to not workout based on the information we got from an honest to goodness meteorologist. I woke up at 7:30 today to find that there was no rain, and that the coach was working out on her own. This frustrates me a little, since I hate it when um.. female athletes, workout on their own. I have heard too many stories of abductions, rapes, and murders to think that it is OK for someone of the female persuasion to go out and workout by themself. This is not even considering the fact that the roads are wet, and there is not anyone out there to help if you get hurt.

If you are a woman, do not work out alone in scary places. Work out in places where there are a lot of people, and where someone knows you are there.

Off that track, onto another. I ran for 5 miles today and tried to find the zen zone i was in the other night when i ran. Unfortunately, i found only hints of it, but never ended up in the zone. I am a little bit bummed because it was a nice zone to be in. My heart rate was a little high for where I should be training in, but the speed I wanted was there, and the effort overall was minimal and nothing hurt. Normally my calves will start to burn, and that did not happen Tuesday, and it did not happen today, but I did not feel happy today like I did on Tuesday. Maybe that will change tomorrow during my brick (Bike 30miles, run 30min), and please let the rain not start until 11am...

Last night at the mexican restaurant I did not find the hair. Musta ate it.

Two times in the past week or so, someone has come to the door and suggested that I sign up with them to take care of the yard. One was a yard maintenance person, and the other was a bug and week treatment person. I think they not only want my business, but want to do my yard so that it is easier to do the neighbors and so the weeds and bugs do not migrate to the good yards. I guess that means I need to get off my butt and work on it. I took care of the mowing and trimming in the front today, and will take care of the back as soon as we have 24 hours of no rain. I will get the bug killer and the weed killer and the plant killer for the cracks in the pavement. I really have no excuse for not taking care of it besides not wanting to. The same is for cleaning the carpet. I will do that this weekend as well, although i had better do it before the brick tomorrow, since that is going to pretty much kick my butt for the day.

We got a movie called Outlander from Blockbuster. I will let you know if it is any good. Jim Caviezel plays an alien who lands on earth during the time of Vikings, and they battle a dragon that landed at the same time. James Verniere from the Boston Herald says "Beowulf meets Predator" and Tim Long from the Detroit News says it is "Honestly: Best. Movie. Ever." I wonder if it has any boobies in it. In my opinion, you really can not say that a movie is the best ever if it does not have any boobies in it. - caveat, Jim Caveizel's boobies do not count. And they can not be gratuitous, they need to somehow be worked into the plot. 300 is a good example, although I wonder how many days beyond 18 that oracle girl was.... Speaking of that, Mary Louise Parker kinda was upset about her bathtub scene in Weeds. I looked up the picture on the internet, and I thought hers were quite nice. She should not be upset or ashamed.

OK. Making an edit. This was not the best movie ever.... and that is not the only reason. I would put this movie on par with The 13th Warrior, with a bad-assed space herpie. Pretty cool, but I am not writing home about it. I may let my brother know so he can rent it, but he probably wont. This one is going to come in below 300 and below Beowulf. Beowulf gets kudos for the Angelina Jolie parts, even if they are digital and slightly cartoonish. I think they did an excellent job making her the least cartoonish thing in that entire movie. All their budget was blown on the CGI AJ. Anyway...

If you haven't read them yet, Jim Butcher has a great series of books about Harry Dresden, Wizard/PI. They are great. Once I get my Barnes and Noble associate thingy, I will link to them and you can read them too. I am on the 5th in the series right now called "Death Masks". If you want a ranking, I would say better than Sookie books (they made Tru Blood from those), more adult than Harry Potter, although as well written, just to a different audience. Easier to read than Anne Rice - she can get tedious sometimes. And on par with the Black Dagger Brotherhood books, but with less penises. Peni? anyway, those Black Dagger guys were friggin HUNG. Something tells me that they went a little far with just how hung those guys really were, but if you like the sexy vampires, they are a pretty good read. Definately some parts to put you in the mood, so don't read them if you do not want to be doing that sort of thing....

Lots of typing not much carpet cleaning. We can chat again later. Bye guys!

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