February 2004 Archives

I ran again today, risking injury to my stomach still recovering from the festivities from the night before.

We shot poorly. They shot well. The refs suck, as usual. We lost.

It's getting much easier to run and I feel my stamina hanging around longer. With the nice weather approaching, I just might be in shape for Crazylegs. Believe it or not, there was one year I woke up completely hung over, if not still tipsy, bought and ate an elephant ear while waiting for the race to start, and ran.

Playing the team in our last-second victory from the first half of the season. They were without a key player that has true old school talent with wondrous finger rolls that seem to fall. Without his shot making and our Tenacious D, we pulled out a convincing win, a la Dick Bennett ball.

My first real effort in running on my own and my shins hurt with the first step. My ankles were sore all night, and will be tomorrow. Let's hope they hold up through basketball.

I ran ten minutes twice with a five minute walk halfway through.

I was feeling dandy until I stood up ten minutes into the workout. Then my head exploded. As I picked up my brains from the adjacent lanes, I decided to finish out the set and see how I felt. But it still hurt. I went home. This is what I got through:

• 200, 250, 300, 300, 250, 200

The second half of the season started against the team we beat with a phantom win. This time we had to go to overtime, but still got the big W. Knowing our luck, it will come back to bite us in the ass and be a loss in the paper. (That's how we got the win the first time around. Whatever the newspaper says goes.) We ended up winning the first half of the season because of it.

This whole week I've sometimes felt like I'm not in my body. Weird vertigo-type sensations and voices support this. Tonight, the pool felt foreign. Like I didn't belong there. Maybe because it's been so long, but I can't remember feeling so much not like a swimmer ever. I was able to fight through it and get somewhere though, covering about 2200 yards.

• 6x75, 6x50, 6x25 warm-up
• 6x75 on 1:15
• 6x50 on 1:00
• 6x50 kick on 1:10
• 100 warm down

The scale was nice at 209.3 pounds.

Seems that I missed posting about this game after it happend. We won. Barely. With the win, we cliched the title for the first half of the season, but only we earned a "phantom win" which we really lost. But the paper printed it in our favour, and what the paper says, goes. So we win.

The gym. Those words strike fear into the hearts in nearly two-thirds of americans who are overwieght. I braved it with the wife, who is world-renowed at scoping and obtaining workout equipment. She was kind enough to teach me the art. The key is (as it is with everything) location, location, location and timing. A half of an hour on a elipitcal machine, which was a much different work out than I am used to, and another 12 minutes on the 'erg' (a.k.a. rowing machine) lead to a nice alternative workout.

With all clothing but shoes I'm at 211.9 lbs. (Usually, it's just a wet towel.)