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Monday, October 15, 2012

Of Cats and Chaos

Four weeks into the quarter now and things are going pretty well. Two interesting classes: an American Government research class and an International Relations class using a Zombie theme. 

A little racing and took a little trip too . . . 

To Tempe for a Undergraduate Research Dialogue Day . . . here is my presentation.

Grey and cold when I left Seattle warm in the 90's when I arrived. Very pretty trip, including the crop circle we went over.


video

Cold and grey when I got back to Seattle too.

When did they start making beer cans look like soda cans?



Clearly I need to get out more.

So, where are the cats in all this?

Let me offer the following drink recipe:
The Cupertini
Fresh Lime Juice (one lime)
Jigger of Creme de Violette
Jigger of Gin
Selzer water
Ice
one iPhone 4
Hmm.

OK, how my phone end up stirring a cocktail, a Cupertini as M has dubbed it. Let's just say that it involved cats and chaos theory. 

M, our house sitter, told me that the cats had behaved themselves all weekend. Ke in particular was very mellow. No fights, nothing. Cool. Maybe he is shifting out of his ornery pattern? Two hours after M left Ke started bothering Mo, even after I fed them all. As a consequence Ke spent some time in the cooler (his carrying cage we have in the corner of the living room as a time out) but that did not diminish what he was doing. I had mixed myself a drink, Lime juice, gin, creme de violette, and sparkling water on the rocks, and had set it down on the little table next to the couch. Snappy Dragon had called to verify my address and I was just putting the phone down when Mo came running through with Ke hot on her tail. He had already hit her. He surprised me and I managed to drop my phone right in my drink. Pulled it right out but had to rescue Mo first before I could dry it off all the time hoping that it was going to be OK. it worked but pretty soon the liquid worked its way down the whole case and that was that. Occasionally the home button would fire the home screen and the silence button worked but that was it. Not quite bricked but just on the way to being drowned.

And, of course, it was out of warranty. Found that out the morning after. 

So I made a genius bar appointment for 10 am the next day and walked down there. Kind of an amazing line up at the Apple Store. People wanting to pick up their iPhone 5's I guess. The woman who checked me in said it would cost 149 to replace the phone and that was the best they could do if it was drowned. OK. Yep it was drowned. While waiting for the person who was going to help me I watched other people being helped. A four year old kid had head-butted an iPad. 259 to replace the unit. The dad said to the kid, you understand what that number means? Kid didn't. I kinda wish I could have that conversation with Ke too. Then there was woman who worked for a large urban school district which shall not be named who was working with her laptop. Not sure what she did but she seemed clueless. Not new to apple laptops either as she pointed out continually. The genius helping her was quite patient, good thing to see, and helped her with some of the accessories she brought. She did not, for instance, know the difference between audio in and audio out. Finally, my genius came and took the phone into the back. Had to open it up to get at the serial number as the connector was hosed and corroded. Suggested that I go up to the ATT store to get a new sim card too as the other one might have had a problem due to corrosion. I had to wait another 45 minutes for that store to open as well. Got a coffee at SBUX and sat outside for a bit. Similar line up at the ATT store too but I got helped right off and then walked home to get the phone set up from a back up.

Sigh.

But I am laughing. :-)

Monday, September 17, 2012

2:57:44

Black Diamond Olympic Tri.

WOW!!!

I mean WOW!!!!

A much better day that I thought. WOW!!

I am exhausted and tomorrow I go back to work but what a way to finish the summer AND I got to spend some time in Enumclaw, a place that I have driven through on the way to Rainier but never stopped in. 


 I had booked a room at the Park Center Hotel for the night before the race reasoning that it would make for an easier morning. The place is clean and relatively quiet and very reasonably priced. 

We got in about 4:30 or so and checked. PA, who was going to do the Olympic DU, wanted to go sit and read at SBUX so we found one a few blocks from the hotel AFTER walking around the downtown. Glad I got to see that before it is completely dead. There is some sort of bypass and all the action as it were is over by that road. That was where the SBUX was. Were I alone I would have chosen one of the smaller coffee houses there. 

Pretty soon we were hungry and ended up sitting at the bar at the Rainier Bar & Grill happily munching hamburgers, having a pint, and chatting with this guy who had completed his first half iron distance that day. He had already had 3 pints, a salmon salad, and ordered and started eating a veggie burger and fries. He was pretty funny. From PDX. A good runner but, as he put it, he sucked at everything else (was the last man out of the water apparently). He said that he was unlikely to do one of these again. 

Stopped at the Pie Goddess for a piece of pie, everyone was raving about this place and I needed more carbs so what the heck. The door was open but no one was there. Soon there was a line of a sorts before we found someone. I got a piece of apple walnut pie, the filling of which was most interesting. Not sure what she did but it was so smooth and creamy and tasty. Ate that back at the room. PA watched the USC-Stanford game and I read. 

By 9 I could barely keep my eyes open and called it quits around 9:30. Slept hard until 2 and then started waking up. The people in the room next to us popped the cork on a bottle of champagne at about 2:23 but were dead quiet by 3. I willed myself back to sleep and managed until 6:30. 

47 degrees when I woke up. Started debating what to wear after the swim. Stay with my wet sleeveless shirt or change into a short sleeved shirt that was dry? Opted to lay out the second shirt. 

Quick breakfast at the hotel and off we went to the park. PA dropped me off so I could go get my bike set up and went to find a place to park further down the road. I checked in and after getting body marked found a good position on the rack assigned to my number and just got ready. Don't know why but I kind of like this whole body marking thing. Race number on my left calf and my age on the right. 

"Please be at the beach by 8:30 for pre-race orientation talk" so I got my wetsuit on and went down to the beach. Small lake. I just emailed you a picture. The Olympic swimmers would be doing two laps around the read buoys before heading into the shore. Kind of ingenious actually as they were going to have three different types of races going on top of relays. 

I was feeling pretty stiff from the bed and wanted to get into the water to limber up a bit. So I did after hearing the first round of announcements and course descriptions. Turns out I went in too soon and spent fair amount of time cooling down in the water, getting out and standing on the shore was even cooler despite the sun. They had a chorus sing the national anthem and then the races started. I think my wave went off somewhere around 9:18 or 9:30 I don't know. We had to keep the red buoys on our right and I lined up on the right flank. This would take me closer to the buoy line without getting swum over in the general scrum. No men standing behind me, we went out in male and female waves. 

Off we went after the try-a-tri folks cleared their first turn at the green buoy on the left and the scrum wasn't bad. I made the right decision about where to be for once and was able to get into my rhythm very early on. There was some contact but nothing like at Chelan or in either of the OWS races I have done this summer. Water was green like Green Lake and I couldn't see much so I just swam and thought about the rest of the race. T1, bike, T2, and run. It was kind of nice to occupy my mind in this way as the time on the course went so fast. 28:55 as it turns out. 

Hit the the beach at the head of a bunch of other swimmers and was the first off the matt and up into the transition area. I've managed to conquer the wobblies that I had last year and can run solidly out of the water. Very nice feeling. 

T1 went pretty well. THIS time I had remembered to untie my riding shoes before hand and also pre-powdered them. Mucking around with socks was a pain in Chelan so I decided to just go barefoot. My feet and hands were pretty cold and that made getting my wetsuit off and tying shoes a bit of a challenge. 5:34

Run out to the bike felt fine and once things felt pretty good once I was out of the park and on the course proper. I started spinning up in my middle ring rather than jumping onto the big ring right away. My quads felt really cold and I just didn't feel like I was getting any spin or power. Couldn't really tell my cadence as my sensor had packed it in overnight, it was working yesterday. Just rode by feel and I was feeling awful. This was made all the more frustrating because it felt like I was only going about 12-14 mph and was getting passed by people on straight bar crossover bikes at this point. There was a fair amount of climbing in the first 30 minutes or so and I was thinking foul thoughts, eating and drinking, and all of a sudden whatever was holding my legs back seemed to let go and off I went. It helped that there was a series of downhills. 

There were two very strange out and backs on this course. The first had us going right off the main route and then climbing to a dead end. As I came through the turn, slowly as it was sharp and coned, one of the volunteers asked if I had a pump another rider could borrow. I stopped and started getting a cartridge out for the guy. He said he didn't know how to use it, thanked me, and said his wife would be along soon. I left. This attempt at kindness cost me 3-4 minutes I suppose. 

Going up this section I noticed a couple of people with flats and on the way down quite a few more. There were at least 5-6 people fixing flats. I wonder what it was they ran into. Later on people were talking about this. I suppose someone in the neighborhood was pissed off and put something down. One person I overheard said he pulled a thumb tack out of his tire. Lucky me. 

The rest of the bike was uneventful and kind of fast. I was out of the saddle a few times on some of the climbs which were mostly short and only sorta steep. Finished the ride between 18 and 25 mph before slowing down to get back into the park. Could not disengage my cleats at the bike dismount line. Managed to without toppling over but did wobble a bit. 


T2 went fine.  Double tying shoes and eating and drinking something. 3:24

Run was basically a strange looking lollipop course. There were some marginally steep hills but, again, they were not too long. I just ran. Not all out but fairly hard. Still it felt pretty strange. Did some passing and got passed but just kept going. Mile 6 was the best actually, also the slowest, because it was on the trail around the lake. This was hilly. The course markers had put white flour or something on all the biggest roots, a nice touch, but I was in my element really. Tired though, very tired. 

Passed a kid who said that I was less than 10 minutes away from the finish, ran for a couple of minutes, turned a corner, ran downhill and there was the finish. 

DONE! 



Got very hungry once I stopped so I had a bit of a snack, found PA, and packed up my stuff. We rode to the car and then headed home stopping in Maple Valley for lunch. Taco Time. The cleanest and friendliest Taco Time I've ever seen and also with healthy food. This is my second time eating at a TT since I moved here in 1997. The first time I was not at all impressed. This time, much better. 

A very nice way to finish out the summer but now I have to think of what is next. 

Monday, September 10, 2012

Flipping that Zombie Switch


Fifteen days remain in the summer and last week that switch in my head flipped from vacation/summer-mode back to "work mode." I am not really sure how I feel about that given how rejuvenating the past three months have been.

This morning I've been thinking an awful lot about Zombies.

My Fall section of International Relations will revolve around a Zombie Apocalypse theme.

Thanks for this (or blame really) goes to Doug Van Belle and Daniel Drezner who have done some fun writing about Zombies and International Relations theory—Van Belle wrote a very interesting piece on bringing Zombies into the classroom which I was supposed to review (on deadline) but which I never quite got around to and Drezner who has been blogging and writing about such matters since 2009. Very cool stuff and I am glad they did the heavy lifting as I am just not that creative, at least as far as The Undead are concerned.

Maybe it is because I really don't know much about Zombies having not paid attention to the canonical literature. The films are repetitively gory and, as a friend observed the other day, if you cannot outrun them then you are really pathetic. He was, of course referring to the traditional Romero-esque Zombie and not the super-Zombies of "Dawn of the Dead." Either way you are dead, or maybe not . . .

Then there are all the students who have been playing Zombies versus Humans. They seem more engaged in running around and engaging in shifting alliances than reading Morganthau and/or Waltz.

It has been fun to go through this literature and to see how deeply Zombies have penetrated the Zeitgeist (why that is another matter of discussion) including running (as in Run For Your Lives).

Very much looking forward to trying all this out.

Meanwhile my work email is cluttering up with all kinds of messages from textbook publishers offering tips on "engaging different learning styles." I wonder what "learning style" (blech) suits the Undead?

Thoughts?

Monday, August 20, 2012

A pleasant swim . . .

After a weekend of racing it is nice to ride a little and plonk around the lake. :-)


Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Mc**** Canyon



I am not quite sure how to start this particular post.

How about "I can think of lots of names for McNeil Canyon that are fairly obscene . . ."?

Or

"If you wanted to track me then you could follow the puddles of sweat I was leaving . . ."

I think I'll go with the second one.

This was one of those rides that I was "convinced" into doing by one of my more persuasive friends. I think she can persuade anyone to do anything, certainly she can me (she is already working on me for a 50K). It was she who told me she was following my sweat up the canyon. Ha!

This was one of those rides where I have to remember not to listen to other people. Suffering and challenge is all relative but there is also a certain amount of good natured exaggeration amongst my training partners, exaggeration that, I am afraid, I am prone to take on board. It doesn't help that one of the faster and stronger guys says "Ohh!" when we start talking about riding this on the day after the triathlon.

I don't need to do it. I am scheduled for 20 easy miles and was thinking of just riding from Chelan to Manson and back along the main road. But McNeil seemed more interesting and certainly less trafficked so I signed on.

We left at a civilized time, 7:30-ish, and headed east out of Chelan. This was, of course, a nice uphill followed by a fast and curvy descent down to Beebe Bridge and across the bridge. The drop was so much fun. The sun was warm with the promise of heat later on and it was just so nice to riding out in the scrub. A bit more desolate than the Santa Barbara back country but I'll take it, seeing the contours of the land is something I enjoy as is smelling the dry creosote scent of the bush.

For me this was a recreational climb if there can be such a thing. For Sj and Pa this was critical prep for the Richter Pass climbs in the upcoming IM Canada. Then we stopped and took a group photo at the "12% grade for the next five miles sign" and this all became rather real. Let's see, what was the steepest I had climbed of late besides the last hill from the BG Trail to my house? Snoqualmie Repeats where I did 3 mile climbs of about 1000 feet I think. This would be much longer.

Side note: turns out they calculate road grade using that good old rise over run thing. Who says that math doesn't come in handy? I was thinking about this on the ride and then M researched it as were driving off to a winery.


The climb started off fairly easy and I quickly settled into a nice cadence. Pa passed me pretty quickly—she is a really good climber and pretty soon she was a half-mile, then three-quarters of a mile, and then a mile ahead of me. I could see the red of her jersey, a speck in the distance and marveled at how fast she was going.

I wish I could say that I put my head down and climbed but I didn't. It was too pretty not to take notice of what I was seeing. Still I worked hard for the hour and seven minutes it took me to make the climb. Passed by a dead rattlesnake slowly enough that I could see various parts of its anatomy not crushed by whatever vehicle that had killed it. At one point some flying bug went into my ear and started tickling me as it tried to escape. This startled me so much that I almost went over the guard rail. Someone had painted mile numbers on the road and I was counting down the distance. Pa simply disappeared around some bend and I could see no one behind me. I was alone in the quiet of the morning, the silence broken only by breathing, the occasional whoosh of a car going past (with a welcome gust of air), and the barking of various dogs. It was so quiet that I could hear small pebbles coming off the "cliffs" above the road set loose, no doubt, by some small animal.

Sweat was pouring off me. Streaming off me really. Running down my face and into my mouth and then spraying out with my breath. My jersey was opened all the way and soaked with sweat—Sj could indeed easily track me from all the drips.

I made sure to drink as much water and electrolytes as possible while still making forward movement. Not easy given the steepness of the road but I just shifted into my "MTB fire road climbing" mode of long ago and spun on. Stopped a couple of times just to see where I had been and put my shaking legs down on the ground.

I discovered the reason why Pa disappeared. There is a series of curves going towards the summit. It is always steeper towards the summit too and the climb started getting steeper in that last mile.

Made the summit in a little over an hour and waited with Pa and our support truck (yes it is nice to have a SAG). Pretty soon Le, Sj, and Je came peddling up. A bit of a res and pictures—Le took this picture at the summit sign— and then it was a time for the descent.

Whoop!

No time to take pictures on the way down. :-P

Fourteen minutes to undo an hour's work.

Averaged 28 mph on the way down with a max speed of about 45 miles—not the fastest I've ever gone on a bike but darn exhilarating.

Just a blast. Started singing on the way down, a little elephant power ("Ganesh is Fresh" by MC Yogi), until another flying bug hit my face and I figured I had best close my mouth or else.

Je passed me on the way down cranking as fast as she could but was a little slower on the turns and I passed her again, spinning my hardest gear as fast as I could go. It was then I realized that my bike is just not geared for the kind of speed that the others were capable of. Sure I have a triple and they don't but there is an upper-limit after which pedaling just becomes a waste of time. I hit that limit on this descent. Still fun but I could have gone 50 mph with the addition of just one more small rear cog. Let me also blame the engine too. I am not actually used to pushing the hard gears because I focus on spinning. Makes me wonder what I could actually do once used to a harder gearing?

Anyway, we regrouped at the Beebe Bridge and climbed back up SR 150 and Chelan Falls Road on the way back into town. Work, but not as much as I had thought.

Seems my sense of steep has now been recalibrated, a very good thing. :-)

The rest of the day was devoted to eating, blueberry picking at Blueberry Hills (brilliant hash browns), winery tastings, eating, and having a beer (and Sj's traditional Stella Artois in the appropriate glass).

Speaking of which, since I enjoyed this ride so much I apparently owe Sj a Stella. Somehow this became the bet but I am not sure that was the original set of terms.

Hmm, see, she can convince me of anything. ;-)

Oh, and I think I'll just call this McNeil Canyon and nothing else.






Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Chelanman 2012 Olympic Tri Report


What a weekend! 

Here is the short of it:

Swim: 00:30:56.6
T1: 00:4:21.5
Bike: 01:22:43.1 (18 mph avg)
T2: 00:03:09.9
Run: 01:54.3 
Overall Time: 03:05:05.4
Age Group Place: 24/29
Overall Place: 293/470
Rank: 114 (but I don't know what that really means)

And now the long. 

I am tired and exhilarated at the same time. 


The drive out from Seattle to Chelan via 2 and 97 was windy and wet. I loaded my bike onto the car and was soaked by they time I finished. Quick stop for coffee and off we went. It was a pretty drive nonetheless, especially once we got to the other side of the pass ALTHOUGH the weather was coming in, and we made very good time. Car got 30 MPG too, even with a bike whistling on the roof. Pretty good for a Subaru actually.

Pulled straight into the park at about 1:30 for packet pick-up and to rack my bike. That went really easy and I ran into one of my TLF colleagues who was doing the Sprint and met her husband who would be doing  the Oly. I haven't heard from her yet how it went but it was nice to see her out there. The wind was quite high and the lake was roiling. Big waves crashing up against the sea wall, etc. Pretty cool but I overheard a number of people worrying about conditions for the next day and being reassured that this would all blow through during the evening. I could only think of some nasty Lake Washington waves from last season which were so bad that I almost puked. 

Off to the Lake House where we were the first to check in and, therefore, got the parking pass for the garage. M and I went out to a Mexican restaurant for a late-ish lunch which was, as it turned out, a bit of a tasty mistake. Major thunderstorm came through while we were eating and we could see ground strikes up on the high hills around the lake. Pretty impressive. It did stop by the time we finished eating so we didn't get drenched walking back to the condo. M needed a sun hat. 

Everyone else sharing the condo had arrived and a round of introductions ensued and then the general busyness of settling in. We did also sit out on the balcony and read before it was time for the group dinner. Chicken burritos, etc. It was good but I could tell that everyone's mind was on their respective races and the potential for heat. Back to the condo to prep stuff for the next day and then to bed. 

Of course I couldn't sleep or, rather, I did sleep for a couple of hours before I started getting really restless and checking the time. I had a really stupid Monkee's song in my head too, Your Auntie Grizelda. Argh!

Par for the course really as I had been unable to sleep the entire night through for at least a week before. Anxiety dreams about fixing flats and running. Oddly enough, nothing about swimming. 

We had all decided to carpool out from the condo to the race start and I went with Br who was doing the 70.3. That meant leaving the condo at 5:45. I got up at five and got myself ready. Breakfast was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich washed down with some coffee. On the way out another athlete asked for a ride out as well. This was a training day for him as he was getting ready for IM Canada next month, as were a number of the other people I was palling around with. 

Got hungry as soon as we got into the transition area and anxious because I discovered that in my haste I left my water bottles in the fridge. Everything else I had, just not that. Ran over to my coach's tent to see if I could borrow one, filled it, put in some electrolyte tabs, and put it on my bike. My transition area was complete . . . 


Took the time to visit the port-a-potties (twice) and visited with the other athletes on my rack. There was a congenial nervousness in the air but also a real happiness. Most of these folks were doing something they loved. 

Coach called me over to the fence and asked about my tires. How much air did I have in them? They were pumped to 100 lbs yesterday. "Bring your bike over!" she said and so I did. After going over the pass and also sitting out in the night air they had dropped to 70 lbs. Oops! We added air. 

Time for the transition area to close and the Long Course racers to get in the water for their warm up. Late announcements, too. We could pass on the bike as soon as we went out on the course rather than after the 1.5 miles as initially stated (in the pre-race briefing that I didn't attend). 

Spent a little time warming up in the water and acting like a sea lion (I'll post a picture of that when I get it). Very calm and warm, about 72 degrees, and then went out to watch the long course start. Then it was my turn. 

The Swim:

Lined up on the back right of the pack and at 7:40 off my wave went. 

I got kind a beaten up on this swim. Someone kicked my goggles and I had to pause to clear the right lens. It wouldn't quite reseat so there was a little water coming in the rest of the time. Someone else kicked me in the ribs, I have a bruise, and someone else slammed me in the upper part of my right arm. People were slowing down and speeding up, doing the breast stroke, etc.. Made for quite a jumble until the first buoy turn. I was swimming probably 6-10 feet to the left of the underwater line. There was a swimmer to my left who kept of smashing into me. He/she would run into me, swim a bit in contact, move off, run into me again. This went on until we hit the current over by the dock and then he/she disappeared. I may have moved further to the outside on a parabolic course towards the final red buoy. Swam until I couldn't anymore, got to my feet, and trotted out to my bike. I think Les got a picture of me coming out. 30 minutes, a little slower than last year, but I was also not completely messed up either. 

T1:

A bit slow. It took a bit to strip off my wetsuit, dry my feet, get my socks on (they would not cooperate despite being rolled and filled with baby powder), and then tie my shoes. But I was off nicely, running up the hill to the mounting area and off I went. Others were not so lucky. If I remember correctly, at this point one guy was running around yelling "Where's my bike!!!" 

As mentioned before, the first 1.5 miles of the bike course were initially supposed to be a no-passing zone because of construction and coning but they made a race-day announcement that we could pass as we liked as soon as we liked. I made my first pass and heard from behind me some guy bellowing "Hey! this is a no passing zone!" I said nothing. 20 seconds later, he passed me. My quads hurt a bit as they got warmed up for the bike but pretty soon I was cruising along very happily, and well over my normal race pace. I think I could go much faster IF my bike was geared as a regular road bike is (it is geared for off-road use so I spin a lot)—this would take a bit of getting used to. Saw a couple of flats. Passed Sj early on and she shouted that she was surprised that she had swum faster than I. 

Ride went well and was fun. The outbound felt hillier than coming back although I think the climbs coming back were a bit longer. There was a woman riding a really old Schwinn ten-speed, and fast too. It was fun. Best part was that I did not get a flat and was flying along. There was some wind, especially on the way out but otherwise conditions were just marvelous. 

The only problem was that I really had to go to the toilet about mid-way through the ride which made things quite a bit uncomfortable. 

Did I mention that I did not have any flats?

T2:

Kind of novel to actually ride my bike up to the start of the transition area and not to have to wipe blood from everything. 

This transition went a bit faster but I had a sharp pain in my left foot as I started running. Somehow I had picked up a thorn and had to stop, strip everything off, get the thorn out, reassemble and go. 

Run:

If there was going to be an area of pain then it was going to be the run. I still had to go to the toilet and was feeling pretty miserable as I went up the first little hill to the road. GI distress and all the things that can come with that sort of thing are never much fun. But I resolved to press on. Stopped a kid's soccer ball from going into the water during the run out. Someone said that I should get some sort of time award for that. 

M was at the CL tent by then and was yelling out encouragement. It was nice to see her.  I smiled and waved. She took pictures. 

Did a lot of smiling. (Or was it grimacing up the first rise?) Stopped at the first aid station to use the portable toilets and get some water. Felt better immediately and just started running steadily and feeling more comfortable running with each stride. The uphill sections didn't feel all that hard and I just went on. It was hot though so I stopped for water every chance I got but did not wish to be sprayed by spectators. Pretty soon I was at the turn around and started downhill again and feeling even better. Started passing a lot of people. Up the final hill and then down to the finish. Done! 

Three hours, five minutes, and five point four seconds of really intense activity done with a smile on my face.

Had enough in me to ride my bike back to the condo with all of my gear, including my cool new shirt, while M took the shuttle back. 

Lunch? Best tasting sandwich I've had in a long time. Turkey, cheese, and avocado. :-)

Off to a winery, Benson, to sample the view and some wine before heading back to the condo for a sit down. Sat down on the couch to read for a bit. Fell asleep. 

Group BBQ at which I got convinced to ride McNeil Canyon the next morning. 

More on that particular adventure next . . .