5 weeks from yesterday

It occurred to me last night as I was trying to go to bed while my eyes burned from the icy hot that I had all over my shins and calves that the Twin Cities 10 mile is just under 5 weeks away

Things are getting better my workout on Sunday consisted of:

4 miles run nonstop
1 mile walk
1 mile run
.5 mile walk
.5 mile run
.5 mile walk

For a total of 7.5 miles -- I've got a LONG WAY to go!!

I want a "Book Club"

Ok - now that I've got your attention, don't be too shocked -- I don't planning on reading anymore than I have to, but this whole book club gimmick that women have today is pretty ingenious.  There are only 4 Fridays a month and especially in the summer, most of the weekend nights (including fridays) are booked.  This eliminates the opportunity for me to do anything with my biddies.  But because book club is scheduled one friday every month -- that means that I get to stay home with the baby while she goes to one of the hens house to drink wine and talk about everything besides the book -- don't get me wrong, quality time with my daughter is something I treasure, but it makes me bitter that I don't have a catchall standing excuse to hang out with my buddies at least one friday a month.  The thing that is brilliant about this book club thing is that because they have to put effort into reading the book all month, they are emotionally invested in the book club meeting.  I'm afraid if I organized something like this - there wouldn't be that same commitment because I didn't read a book or whatever and would be difficult to skip a family obligation or something without having investing in the meeting by reading the book.  I was in an investment club briefly several years ago, but was so bad with my money at the time that I sold my part to a friend to get out --regret #7,495 from my single days  (bygones).  An investment club might have some legs -- that way I could say that I researched all month for the meeting.  I also thought of cards, but that would be lacking the investment leading up to the mandatory meeting night.  Exotic beer night - everyone could bring a 6 pack of something out of the ordinary they've found?  Brewing beer? Anyone have any ideas?  At the very least I figure, if I can't figure out a guys version of a book club, I figure I should be able to get an annual Canadian fishing trip out of this by saying -- "Hey, all I ask for is this one long weekend, you get book club all year long"      

the stall ninja

You know the accoustics in the office restroom are very interesting. They don't pump in the same white noise as they do in the rest of the office so when you sit in a stall you become extremely sound sensitive. Its nothing to hear someone texting they're girlfriend from three stalls away. But the guy that I have a problem with is the guy that I'll call the ninja. We've all ran into them - you sit in the stall next to some guy and as soon as you get ready to do what you had planned to do in there -- he decides to stop still in his tracks and pretend he's not there by not making so much as a peep. Your first instinct is to think to yourself -- ok, he was in here first, so you will follow suit and wait him out -- so then you both sit there in absolute silence until you realize that he has also decided that he will not finish until you are done. Normally I don't care and sometimes push even harder to make things louder as I get a little internal chuckle by making my neighbor uncomfortable, but today - I decided I couldn't wait -- got self conscience about the noise and found myself reaching back and timing a flush at the exact time of the noisiest portion of my transaction. I guess I assume that if a persons feet are facing the door, that they are doing the same thing in there as I am and there's no need for these silly games.

 

They finally caught Sasquatch on film

My wife doesn't know it, but I peed the bed last night

So I've been trying to follow along with the training program for the 10 mile race in October -- last night, I ran later in the day and when I got home, was very thirsty. I found the water in the fridge door quite refreshing and drank several glasses before going to bed. My baby is now sleeping in her crib in her room for two hours at a pop -- in her room is one of those noise machines - with the rain or a heartbeat or white noise, etc -- helps the baby sleep and drowns out the background noises. Mother Earth also hooks up a baby monitor from her room to our room -- If you guys have ever used one of these monitors, you know how sensitive they are to sound and Mother Earth likes to keep hers turned up so if she listens close enough, she can hear the baby breathe. This results in our room also having a noise machine - I would love to put it on the summer cricket setting, but nope -- The wife insists on the stream/waterfall setting. This despite my warning of how I told her someday this will cause an accident in my sleep. So last night - I was having a dream -- in my dream, I was helping my buddy Eric Hyovalti work on what I think was a cabin -- just the basic refurbish work that gives guys an excuse to stand around outside all day with a Miller High Life in their hands -- in the dream I had to go, so I walked out around the back of my truck and as I was yelling some smart comment over my shoulder began to relieve myself -- It felt like it was forever, but I woke to my boxers beggining to be wet -- yep, I woke up as I was starting to pee my pants -- luckily, I was laying on my back and caught it quick enough so the only thing that got wet were my boxers in which I was able to change without wifey having any idea -- hate to say I told her so, so I won't -- but now you know

I had to take a minute out of my day to let you know that Chimo's sister has a lot to do today, but just doesn't feel like doing anything