Well it took a while but we are having our first real threat of a tropical storm/hurricane in the likes of the crotchety old Fay. I mean Fay? Is that really the best name we could come up with at the national weather center, or wherever these types of names are dreamt up? Of course living here in southwest Florida I'm sure there is at least one blue hair named Fay in every trailer park from Tampa to Naples. I bet if you ask any of them there is nothing in this world that would make them more proud than having a storm with their namesake buzzing by the old trailer park and turning it into a wasteland.
The worst part of this time of the year, being in the site work business, is all the time that is lost. There is lost time before the storm to prepare for the storm. Then you have the actual time lost while the storm makes its way through the area. Finally, the time lost to either fix all of the things the storm damaged, or to just undo all the preparation you did days before the storm. All this time adds up, usually to be at least one week of time that can neither be made up or paid for. The way the economy is right now there is absolutely no way with the competitive bid arena we are in that anyone has been figuring for time lost due to hurricanes. Oh well no need to cry over spilled milk. There I go again with the dairy talk, maybe I should have left the original blog name alone.
On the running front, I managed a 10 mile run to siesta key on Sunday. I stopped at good old 7-11 and purchased a coffee and a couple of bottled waters and decided to take a 4 mile stroll down the public beach. I noticed how still the water in the gulf seemed to be, a "calm before the storm" if you will. The beach was crowded as usual, mostly with people that should not be let outside with the beach attire they had chosen. Hey what I can I say, not everybody can be drop dead sexy like yours truly. On a related note I did see one potential trophy wife along my stroll, however she was playing hard to get by not even noticing me. Oh yeah, she wants me she just doesn't know it yet. Peace Out.
10 miles 1hr 45min 10:30 pace 1522 calories
Monday, August 18, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
A Boy's First Milestone
JAKE THEODORE BENNETT:
So you still sleep with a stuffed teddy bear and a pillow that resembles a tootsie roll. So you only will eat hot dogs, chocolate mini-muffins, pbj sandwiches, and any form of junk food snacks. So you occasionally like to wear a ballerina dress and add roller skates to really set off the outfit. So what if you happen to be a little tired you're more comfortable with a thumb in your mouth.
None of this stuff matters to me. You are my first and only son and every day you grow bigger and more like a little man. I am so proud to be your dad and I wish you good luck in all the adventures you are about to experience at school. Hope you have fun at school your first day. Peace Out!!!
So you still sleep with a stuffed teddy bear and a pillow that resembles a tootsie roll. So you only will eat hot dogs, chocolate mini-muffins, pbj sandwiches, and any form of junk food snacks. So you occasionally like to wear a ballerina dress and add roller skates to really set off the outfit. So what if you happen to be a little tired you're more comfortable with a thumb in your mouth.
None of this stuff matters to me. You are my first and only son and every day you grow bigger and more like a little man. I am so proud to be your dad and I wish you good luck in all the adventures you are about to experience at school. Hope you have fun at school your first day. Peace Out!!!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
You can take the "Dairy" out of the man, but not his will to run!!!
Although I have a love for milk and all milk type products I have decided to change the name of my blog to "Diary Of an ex-Athlete" from the previous ever so popular "Dairy Of an ex-Athlete". Okay maybe the mistake in title was pointed out by someone. Someone who always points out all of my flaws and shortcomings "YOU BITCH"!!! If there was anyway I thought I could leave the title and discuss all things dairy believe me that would have happened. However, I find that dairy is a very limited topic that will be hard to blog about on a weekly basis, it's kind of a "one trick pony" if you will. Plus I'm pretty sure I have some lactose intolerance issues.
On a lighter note, and I mean that literally because I just did make it to the bathroom after my exhilarating 4.17 mile run. See It's the frickin "MILK"!!! Also you can notice the urgency of the situation by the way I sped up in the last mile on a run that was supposed to be at a relaxing pace. Peace Out!!!
4.17 miles 9:49 Pace 725 Cal.
Mile 1: 9:56
Mile 2: 9:51
Mile 3: 10:02
Mile 4: 9:29
On a lighter note, and I mean that literally because I just did make it to the bathroom after my exhilarating 4.17 mile run. See It's the frickin "MILK"!!! Also you can notice the urgency of the situation by the way I sped up in the last mile on a run that was supposed to be at a relaxing pace. Peace Out!!!
4.17 miles 9:49 Pace 725 Cal.
Mile 1: 9:56
Mile 2: 9:51
Mile 3: 10:02
Mile 4: 9:29
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesdays Training Run: In (BAD) poem form!!!
Ran four miles before the sun rose.
Felt like legs were full of lead.
My body sprayed sweat like a garden hose.
Should have kept fat ass in bed.
However, waking up is what keeps me fit.
So I will keep running every other day.
My body will get tone and I'll be "The Shit".
So hookers and call girls I will no longer pay.
4 Miles 36 minutes 692 calories 9 minute pace
mile 1: 9:25
mile 2: 8:43
mile 3: 9:00
mile 4: 8:42
Peace Out!!!
Felt like legs were full of lead.
My body sprayed sweat like a garden hose.
Should have kept fat ass in bed.
However, waking up is what keeps me fit.
So I will keep running every other day.
My body will get tone and I'll be "The Shit".
So hookers and call girls I will no longer pay.
4 Miles 36 minutes 692 calories 9 minute pace
mile 1: 9:25
mile 2: 8:43
mile 3: 9:00
mile 4: 8:42
Peace Out!!!
Monday, August 11, 2008
Long Run--- Means Weekend Fun!!!
Sunday I went for my long run for the week. Is Sunday the first day of this week or the last day of the past week? Oh well I am either early or late and being the creature of habit (read: superstitious with a slight case of OCD) that I am Sunday will remain the day for the majority of my long runs. Anyway, I managed to run 12 miles at a 10 minute/mile pace and I threw in an additional 1 mile cool down walk over the lovely John Ringling Bridge, or whatever it's being called this week. Not bad numbers if I do say so myself especially taking into consideration the heat, or is it the humidity? It really doesn't matter I blame both those bitches for the steady declining of my pace. I do feel if there was a way to carry more liquid on my long runs at a 10 minute/mile pace I could run a lot further than the 13 to 16 miles I'm doing now. I carry 22 ounces of water, 22 ounces of Gatorade, 3 GU packets, and a cell phone with me on my long runs. All these accessories add up to 5pounds of additional weight. This along with the 20 pounds of weight that I still need to lose and you can see my predicament. Once the beverages run out, usually around 13 to 16 miles this tall glass of water is finished running for the day.
A few comments to a few people I encountered during my run this weekend. I know none of these people will probably ever read this blog and that in itself is a reason to comment about you. Like you "Lady in your early twenties" running towards the top of the bridge. That wasn't a speeding bullet passing you near the top. It was me BEE OCH!!! I read a lot of running blogs and a lot of them are female runners who brag about passing male runners. The term they all seem to use for this rare occasion is "Chicked". Well young lady on the bridge considered yourself "Chunked". That's a new term I'm going to use for practically anything I pass along my run. That includes you "Old lady still running with cassette player". I "Chunked" you twice on Sunday. Oh I know your going use the whole I had to adjust my 10 pound radio and the whole old age thing. I don't want to hear it lady you were "Chunked", and you don't look a day over 99.
Finally, I love dogs so I can't blame you little Spud Mackenzie dog. I do blame your non-leash owning human counterpart. Next time if I come across you during the last quarter mile of my 12 mile run and Spuds chases after me for said quarter mile Spud's will more than likely be looking for a new owner. Peace Out!!!
A few comments to a few people I encountered during my run this weekend. I know none of these people will probably ever read this blog and that in itself is a reason to comment about you. Like you "Lady in your early twenties" running towards the top of the bridge. That wasn't a speeding bullet passing you near the top. It was me BEE OCH!!! I read a lot of running blogs and a lot of them are female runners who brag about passing male runners. The term they all seem to use for this rare occasion is "Chicked". Well young lady on the bridge considered yourself "Chunked". That's a new term I'm going to use for practically anything I pass along my run. That includes you "Old lady still running with cassette player". I "Chunked" you twice on Sunday. Oh I know your going use the whole I had to adjust my 10 pound radio and the whole old age thing. I don't want to hear it lady you were "Chunked", and you don't look a day over 99.
Finally, I love dogs so I can't blame you little Spud Mackenzie dog. I do blame your non-leash owning human counterpart. Next time if I come across you during the last quarter mile of my 12 mile run and Spuds chases after me for said quarter mile Spud's will more than likely be looking for a new owner. Peace Out!!!
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Daily routine of a "Hot" runner
Come one come all on a regularly scheduled run with me here in the Hell Heat known as Sarasota. That's what the "Hot" in the title of this blog is meant to describe. By no means is it a reflection of the hotness of my physical appearance. In fact, besides the heat my lack of sexiness is the reason I choose to run so early in the morning. Any who, here is a step by step description of one of my daily runs for your enjoyment.
Step 1- Wake up at 4:00 AM and head directly to the bathroom area for some reading and to lighten the load if you will. After business time I slip on a pair of running shorts grab shoes, socks, and my garmin watch. I then step outside and turn on my watch and put on socks and shoes usually in that order. I then stretch for a few minutes strap on the watch and am good to go. Note: I have yet to run one step and I am already starting to sweat.
Step 2- Actual run. I always have a good idea of the mileage I want to cover depending on the day of the week, however since my watch keeps track of my distance and pace I am free to let my feet lead the way. This is great for me because I become board easily and this way every run can be a new adventure. On this particular morning my feet decided to take me for a 7.5 mile loop around the Sarasota/Bradenton "International" Airport.
Mile 1- Leave house and pass campus police station and head over raised cross walk over Hwy. 41 used by new college students. I pass the students dorms luckily (for them) they seem to all be asleep. This will spare them the expense of therapy sessions that they would have needed after seeing me running shirtless.
Mile 2&3- Exit campus and head down University Pkwy towards Old US 41. At this point of the run I've decided that somebody should throw in a street light or two along this section of roadway. Holy Shit it's dark!!! The only form of lighting on this stretch of road was the one street signal which happen to be in the middle of mile 2 and 3. Note to self: purchase running light if this is going to become a regular running route.
Mile 3&4- This stretch is down Old US 41 towards Tallevast Rd. I really have a good pace going for me at this point 8:30/mile. There are no sidewalks on this stretch of the run, but there is a bike lane. It also has the most traffic this time of morning for some reason. Note to Mr. Get Ur Dunn pickemuptruck man: there is at least three lanes for you to choose from besides the two feet of bike lane, but that's okay I don't mind diving in the grass to give you ample room to get by.
Mile 5&6- Tallevast Rd. and back down US 41 towards raised cross walk. I am starting to slow down due to a stitch in my side, lack of hydration, and my shorts and socks being totally soaked.
Mile 7&7.5- On top of cross walk and back to house. As soon as I get to the top of the cross walk I am blocked by the University maintenance man in his golf cart. He seems to be enjoying his cigarette and zig zagging back in forth so I can't pass him. I have no choice but to stop running and decide to use the last .25 miles as a cool down. When I arrive home I immediately peel off my shorts and socks and attempt to stop sweating. I usually stop sweating somewhere about 8:00 P.M. Here is how the miles paced out. Peace Out.
Mile1: 9:24
Mile2: 8:58
Mile3: 8:45
Mile4: 8:55
Mile5: 9:31
Mile6: 9:49
Mile7: 10:48
Mile 7.5:10:45
7.5Miles 9:32 Avg pace 1276 cal burned
Step 1- Wake up at 4:00 AM and head directly to the bathroom area for some reading and to lighten the load if you will. After business time I slip on a pair of running shorts grab shoes, socks, and my garmin watch. I then step outside and turn on my watch and put on socks and shoes usually in that order. I then stretch for a few minutes strap on the watch and am good to go. Note: I have yet to run one step and I am already starting to sweat.
Step 2- Actual run. I always have a good idea of the mileage I want to cover depending on the day of the week, however since my watch keeps track of my distance and pace I am free to let my feet lead the way. This is great for me because I become board easily and this way every run can be a new adventure. On this particular morning my feet decided to take me for a 7.5 mile loop around the Sarasota/Bradenton "International" Airport.
Mile 1- Leave house and pass campus police station and head over raised cross walk over Hwy. 41 used by new college students. I pass the students dorms luckily (for them) they seem to all be asleep. This will spare them the expense of therapy sessions that they would have needed after seeing me running shirtless.
Mile 2&3- Exit campus and head down University Pkwy towards Old US 41. At this point of the run I've decided that somebody should throw in a street light or two along this section of roadway. Holy Shit it's dark!!! The only form of lighting on this stretch of road was the one street signal which happen to be in the middle of mile 2 and 3. Note to self: purchase running light if this is going to become a regular running route.
Mile 3&4- This stretch is down Old US 41 towards Tallevast Rd. I really have a good pace going for me at this point 8:30/mile. There are no sidewalks on this stretch of the run, but there is a bike lane. It also has the most traffic this time of morning for some reason. Note to Mr. Get Ur Dunn pickemuptruck man: there is at least three lanes for you to choose from besides the two feet of bike lane, but that's okay I don't mind diving in the grass to give you ample room to get by.
Mile 5&6- Tallevast Rd. and back down US 41 towards raised cross walk. I am starting to slow down due to a stitch in my side, lack of hydration, and my shorts and socks being totally soaked.
Mile 7&7.5- On top of cross walk and back to house. As soon as I get to the top of the cross walk I am blocked by the University maintenance man in his golf cart. He seems to be enjoying his cigarette and zig zagging back in forth so I can't pass him. I have no choice but to stop running and decide to use the last .25 miles as a cool down. When I arrive home I immediately peel off my shorts and socks and attempt to stop sweating. I usually stop sweating somewhere about 8:00 P.M. Here is how the miles paced out. Peace Out.
Mile1: 9:24
Mile2: 8:58
Mile3: 8:45
Mile4: 8:55
Mile5: 9:31
Mile6: 9:49
Mile7: 10:48
Mile 7.5:10:45
7.5Miles 9:32 Avg pace 1276 cal burned
Monday, August 4, 2008
I'm drunk!!! Do you MasterMind?
My wife and I hosted our business group and friends that are lovingly known as the MasterMind Alliance this weekend. The group meets every quarter at one of the business home town so they can see how that company runs its day to day operations. The group consists of two roofing companies that are located in Sacramento and Colorado and another site company that is from right here in sunny Florida, Orlando area. We had the group over to our house for a Pool Party/BBQ , let them experience the thrilling world of heavy equipment up close and personal, had a wonderful meal at The Table Restaurant, and lastly was the MasterMind meeting itself. I would call the whole weekend a success and have to give all the credit to my lovely wife who, as usual planned and set up of all the scheduled events.
Saturday after the event had ended and all our guest have left with the exception Cindi, Kevin, and their daughter Summer who were staying the night at our house and traveling back to the Orlando area on Sunday. This is when the weekend took a turn for the worse.
It all started with Kevin and I took a trip to the liquor store for a half gallon of vodka, sugar free red bull, margarita and strawberry mix, and some bottle of a creamy concoction that Kevin just new would be a hit with the lady folk back at the house. As soon as we arrived back at the house the drinking commenced. It started with vodka and red bulls for Kevin, Cindi, and myself and strawberry daiquiris for my lovely wife. The kids were put to bed and the game board was brought out. The vodka soon ran out as well as the nasty creamy drink that Kevin purchased and then it was on to shots of Patron and anything that was opened in the liquor cabinet. A fight broke out about this time about the particular rules of the game we were playing and needless to say I believe the girls may have been cheating. (Just kidding darling I know you would never cheat. I just have issues with people related to me being bankers.) Anyway the night ended with the possibly drunk guys in the pool finishing off the remaining 18 beers in the fridge and the cheating girls storming into the house to lick their wounds and probably take incriminating photos of the two idiots making fools of themselves outside. Needless to say I woke up Sunday morning at 6:30 in a chair beside the pool.
Besides sleeping most of the day on Sunday I don't have much to report besides being very proud of my two kids for actually trying something new by going to a Chinese restaurant. I know it sounds like a silly thing but to see my five and three year old sitting and behaving in the restaurant really gave me a sense of joy. Damn those two are growing up way to fast. Hopefully this week I can get back on track on the running front. Peace out!!!
Saturday after the event had ended and all our guest have left with the exception Cindi, Kevin, and their daughter Summer who were staying the night at our house and traveling back to the Orlando area on Sunday. This is when the weekend took a turn for the worse.
It all started with Kevin and I took a trip to the liquor store for a half gallon of vodka, sugar free red bull, margarita and strawberry mix, and some bottle of a creamy concoction that Kevin just new would be a hit with the lady folk back at the house. As soon as we arrived back at the house the drinking commenced. It started with vodka and red bulls for Kevin, Cindi, and myself and strawberry daiquiris for my lovely wife. The kids were put to bed and the game board was brought out. The vodka soon ran out as well as the nasty creamy drink that Kevin purchased and then it was on to shots of Patron and anything that was opened in the liquor cabinet. A fight broke out about this time about the particular rules of the game we were playing and needless to say I believe the girls may have been cheating. (Just kidding darling I know you would never cheat. I just have issues with people related to me being bankers.) Anyway the night ended with the possibly drunk guys in the pool finishing off the remaining 18 beers in the fridge and the cheating girls storming into the house to lick their wounds and probably take incriminating photos of the two idiots making fools of themselves outside. Needless to say I woke up Sunday morning at 6:30 in a chair beside the pool.
Besides sleeping most of the day on Sunday I don't have much to report besides being very proud of my two kids for actually trying something new by going to a Chinese restaurant. I know it sounds like a silly thing but to see my five and three year old sitting and behaving in the restaurant really gave me a sense of joy. Damn those two are growing up way to fast. Hopefully this week I can get back on track on the running front. Peace out!!!
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