That the TSA is running a drug ring, because they are. So I can't bring a couple a energy gels through security without jumping through about a million hoops, but if I want to bring a pound of weed through its no problem. Makes sense, right?
Here's a link to the story on BBC
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Tomorrow I leave for Eugene. Portland actually, and then its a boring two hour drive into Eugene, which actually won't be boring at all since the Pacific Northwest is beautiful. Anyways, I fly out tomorrow morning (Thursday), and the race is Sunday, so I'll have time to kick around some, see the sights and just do whatever until race day. I don't know if I'm ready per say, but the hay's in the barn now, as the saying goes, so I guess I'll deal with it. I don't know what time I'm shooting for, probs around 3:40, but what actually will happen is I'll go out in a 1:35 half and then close in a solid two and a half hours. Its pretty safe to say that's what'll happen-- I'm 4 for 4 on doing stupid stuff like that. I also have a pretty big gash on the side of my foot and another one on the back of my foot. Its probably because the heel in my new shoes is too loose, but I'll have to gut it out since its way too late to change anything. So we'll see how it goes-- I can't do any worse than my last time out at Twin Cities (well, I could I guess, but lets not talk about that)
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Convicted felon Tom Petters is teaching a business class at the prison in Kansas that he's in. I mean, no doubt he's smart but come on now, he set up a multi- million dollar ponzi scheme and now he's going to teach ethical business practices? really? I bet the part of the course about white collar business crime is really awkward.
Here's a link
Here's a link
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
I finished up the difficult part of my training on April Fool's day. Meaning, that was my last 20 miler- the third of three. I promised myself that I'd tone myself down as I start my taper, but I didn't. I went out last Tuesday night and had a lot to drink. 6 or 7 whiskey cokes, I think? Somehow, I remember the whole night and I didn't do anything too dumb, although I did throw a little bit of a temper tantrum towards the end of the night. But all turned out well. Or it seems that way anyways. Hopefully this Tuesday won't turn out that way. There's this local bar the Wild Onion that does a birthday Tuesday thing, so I was there last Tuesday for this girl's 22nd, and I'm going this Tuesday for this other girl's 21st. I've never drank with this girl before-- in fact I was pretty sure that she didn't drink up until she invited me, so who knows. I mean, I don't want to be rude and spoil the fun, but I don't want to be super hungover the next day either.
Although I am really good at running hungover. I went out and ran a 12 mile tempo run where 7 miles of that were at 7:15's that Wednesday morning. Just mixed drinks though, if I run after a night of drinking beers I'm slow as molasses.
Its not actually tempo time yet-- I still have one more week of decent 100+ miles, so I guess I can cheat myself out of breaking that promise by rationalizing it that way, but really, I'm just bad at self control.