On the drive from Calgary to Vancouver with all my stuff, Brian and I were discussing how some places get really cool names, but when you find out the story behind them it's really quite plain. Dead Man's Flats east of Canmore was what spurred our discussion.
However, there's a trail on Burnaby Mountain called Cardiac Hill that is completely deserving of it's name. Holy crap is that trail steep. I "ran" up it today, and tried not to run down it. It's hard to go down. There are actually little branches off the trail that work as run-away lanes like for trucks on the highway.
That run caused a nap this afternoon.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Low and Slow
You know when you cook something, meat especially, and you’re in a rush or you don’t know what you’re doing so you turn the heat up higher and try and cook it quicker. It doesn’t work though, it just cooks, or even burns the outsides and leaves the insides un-touched and raw. Then you learn that low and slow is the key, and you eat like a king.
That’s the difference between rain in Calgary and rain in Vancouver. In Calgary it flash rains and everything looks wet, but it’s not. In Vancouver when it rains, you hear the drops hit and you can tell they’re not in a rush. Everything is wet to the core.
That’s the difference between rain in Calgary and rain in Vancouver. In Calgary it flash rains and everything looks wet, but it’s not. In Vancouver when it rains, you hear the drops hit and you can tell they’re not in a rush. Everything is wet to the core.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Japadog
I finally got to Japadog.
I didn’t have much to do today after class, and the transit route from Burnaby to Tsawwassen makes you transfer downtown, so I hunted down a Japadog.
I actually don’t remember what I had, other than it having a pork-based sausage in it. It was quite tasty. I look forward to trying (some) of their other offerings.
Anyway, check out the picture, I sure as hell didn’t have the Fish Terimayo.
I didn’t have much to do today after class, and the transit route from Burnaby to Tsawwassen makes you transfer downtown, so I hunted down a Japadog.
I actually don’t remember what I had, other than it having a pork-based sausage in it. It was quite tasty. I look forward to trying (some) of their other offerings.
Anyway, check out the picture, I sure as hell didn’t have the Fish Terimayo.
“Fish Sausage? You may need 911? No guarantee”
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump
The day after I went to the Dinosaur park, I drove down to Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump. The drive was about 2 hours and just as fascinating as the drive to Dinosaur park. I guess all drives out of Calgary are pretty much the same unless you head west.
Anyway, about an hour and a half into the drive I started to see
strange sticks coming out of the ridge on the horizon. It being Alberta, I just assumed they were oil derricks. But as I got closer and closer (but still 30 or so km away) more and more of them came into view. It seemed like waaay too many to be oil derricks, also they seemed to be way too tall and skinny. For a brief instant I considered it to be a horde of attacking Ents from Montana.
A bit farther down the road and I could start to make out some detail on these giants. “Are they moving? WTF? Ohhhh they're wind-mills. ... Wow there’re a lot of them.” Not wanting to really focus in and count while driving, I estimated there to be about 50 or so. I continued in to the Head-Smashed-In site.
Now I already had a feeling that I wouldn’t be super impressed with the Buffalo Jump. It’s just a cliff for crying out loud. So that’s probably why I got so distracted by the huge wind-farm. After I parked at the site parking lot, I got out my binoculars and counted 197 wind-mills. It was obvious though that there were more hiding behind the ridge.
Stifling m
y fascination with the massive wind-farm, I went up to the Head-Smashed-In site. The museum is actually really cleverly built into the side of the cliff. Good job Mr. Architect.
Actually, there was one kind of strange over-sight to the design of the museum. You walk in on the ground floor, but it’s designed to be viewed from top-to-bottom, so you have to rabbit around taking a few stair cases and elevators to the top. Then you go outside the cliff, uh, Buffalo Jump.
The view from the observation area is cool.
But you’re not l
ooking at the actual jump if you’re looking at the view, you’re looking at the last things the buffalo looked at. The buffalo jump is actually the 10m tall cliff right next to you. Which, is actually fascinating in it’s plainness. It’s a great example of how something can be so dependent on context. By itself it’s just a cliff, given the context and the sites 5,000 year history it’s actually quite amazing.
Once I was done up on the cliff (taking pictures of the wind-farm), I wandered through the museum. I ate a Buffalo-smokey because I figured it was culturally the right-thing to do. Bought my post-card, and jumped in the car to head to the wind-farm.
The wind-farm was actually a bunch of wind-farms. I guess it’s easy for the power companies to realise a site is a good wind-farm site when other companies are putting up their wind-mills. Pays to be a lazy prospector.
I found a small ‘viewing area’ which provided a bit closer look at the wind-sucking giants. The site said the largest wind-farm (aka: group of wind-mills owned by one company) was at 114 wind-mills. But in the next field there were some more under construction with the same logo on it, so I’m guessing the plaque was out of date. Sadly, because there were so many different companies represented I have no idea how many wind-mills there actually were. I know my count of 197 was low, but I can’t be sure by how much.
I think wind power is really cool. But, I can’t believe we can understand all the effects it has on the environment. Sure, right at the site it’s pretty minimal, but if we take all that energy out of the wind, well... if we left the energy in the wind, where would it end up? Is there some place in the middle of the country that now has perfectly still air because we took away their little bits of wind energy? I know that’s not the case, but it sort of shows my point. Weather is a complex system, and we’re minutely changing some of the variables. But, because it’s a complex system, all you have to do is minutely change a few variables to completely fuck with it. I love green power, but I hope wind-mills don’t destroy the universe.
Anyway, about an hour and a half into the drive I started to see
strange sticks coming out of the ridge on the horizon. It being Alberta, I just assumed they were oil derricks. But as I got closer and closer (but still 30 or so km away) more and more of them came into view. It seemed like waaay too many to be oil derricks, also they seemed to be way too tall and skinny. For a brief instant I considered it to be a horde of attacking Ents from Montana.
A bit farther down the road and I could start to make out some detail on these giants. “Are they moving? WTF? Ohhhh they're wind-mills. ... Wow there’re a lot of them.” Not wanting to really focus in and count while driving, I estimated there to be about 50 or so. I continued in to the Head-Smashed-In site.
Now I already had a feeling that I wouldn’t be super impressed with the Buffalo Jump. It’s just a cliff for crying out loud. So that’s probably why I got so distracted by the huge wind-farm. After I parked at the site parking lot, I got out my binoculars and counted 197 wind-mills. It was obvious though that there were more hiding behind the ridge.
Stifling m
y fascination with the massive wind-farm, I went up to the Head-Smashed-In site. The museum is actually really cleverly built into the side of the cliff. Good job Mr. Architect.Actually, there was one kind of strange over-sight to the design of the museum. You walk in on the ground floor, but it’s designed to be viewed from top-to-bottom, so you have to rabbit around taking a few stair cases and elevators to the top. Then you go outside the cliff, uh, Buffalo Jump.
The view from the observation area is cool.
But you’re not l
ooking at the actual jump if you’re looking at the view, you’re looking at the last things the buffalo looked at. The buffalo jump is actually the 10m tall cliff right next to you. Which, is actually fascinating in it’s plainness. It’s a great example of how something can be so dependent on context. By itself it’s just a cliff, given the context and the sites 5,000 year history it’s actually quite amazing.Once I was done up on the cliff (taking pictures of the wind-farm), I wandered through the museum. I ate a Buffalo-smokey because I figured it was culturally the right-thing to do. Bought my post-card, and jumped in the car to head to the wind-farm.
The wind-farm was actually a bunch of wind-farms. I guess it’s easy for the power companies to realise a site is a good wind-farm site when other companies are putting up their wind-mills. Pays to be a lazy prospector.
I found a small ‘viewing area’ which provided a bit closer look at the wind-sucking giants. The site said the largest wind-farm (aka: group of wind-mills owned by one company) was at 114 wind-mills. But in the next field there were some more under construction with the same logo on it, so I’m guessing the plaque was out of date. Sadly, because there were so many different companies represented I have no idea how many wind-mills there actually were. I know my count of 197 was low, but I can’t be sure by how much.I think wind power is really cool. But, I can’t believe we can understand all the effects it has on the environment. Sure, right at the site it’s pretty minimal, but if we take all that energy out of the wind, well... if we left the energy in the wind, where would it end up? Is there some place in the middle of the country that now has perfectly still air because we took away their little bits of wind energy? I know that’s not the case, but it sort of shows my point. Weather is a complex system, and we’re minutely changing some of the variables. But, because it’s a complex system, all you have to do is minutely change a few variables to completely fuck with it. I love green power, but I hope wind-mills don’t destroy the universe.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Been there, done that, got the post-card
A while ago I was surfing the webs and found the wikipedia article on the UNESCO World Heritage Sites. I had no idea that these existed or why, but immediately thought they were a pretty good idea. After looking at the list for a while I came up with two conclusions.
To catalog my quest to visit these sites I’ve decided to collect a post-card from each site. Post-cards are great because the pictures were always taken on the most beautiful of days, so even if I visit on a rainy day I get a perfect image to take home and they are cheap, which is a word I would use to describe myself if I was trying to avoid describing myself as broke.
There is a slight problem in that I’ve already visited a few sites, namely in Greece. However, while I remember going I don’t remember being as impressed as I would be now that I’ve had two semesters of Art History. So those are going to be do-overs.
So, realising I had this amazing opportunity of living so close to so many sites but for only a few more weeks I decided to act! Hence, my trip to Dinosaur Provincial Park. (The first thing I learned on this trip was that there is no ‘h’ in the word “Provincial”)
The drive out was pretty laid back. Prarie driving is kind of weird, you could be driving through anywhere: Ohio, Alberta, Saskatchewan, Iowa, Delta. It also meets this strange paradox of being entertaining and boring. There’s nothing to really look at, but because of that you (as the driver) can actually take time to look around.
After taking a bunch of seemingly random turns, and wondering how I still had a cell-phone signal, I all of a sudden came upon a gigantic gorge. Gigantic. “Oh.”
This is where dinosaurs went to die. Luckily for us, this is also where rivers went to run. As the Red Deer river runs through the park, it erodes the soil and exposes fossils. Lots of fossils. 500 specimens covering 39 species. Including 5 different Dromaesauridae species, including two new and unknown species. In pop culture terms these are “raptors”.
The park was amazing, but, some what bitter-sweetly most of it is closed to the public. Actually, more sweetly than bitter. Protect the place damn-it! Also, this gives me a great excuse not to have hiked much of the park. I love hiking and all, but let me tell you, the mosquitos out there! Holy shit. Jurassic Park is so much more believable after getting bitten forty times per minute. If I was a dinosaur getting bitten that often I probably would’ve jumped in a big mud puddle too.
I went to the Drumheller Field Museum to collect my post card. I also decided to wander about their exhibits. I may be broke, but $3 is totally worth it to support the conservation of the park. Infact, $3 is worth it just to take pictures of the raptors and make all the stupid comments I attached to their pictures on my facebook album.
While I was lining up to pay my entry fee, there was a family ahead of me in line. The young boy of about 8, looked like he was really into the whole dinosaur thing. With a completely serious look on his face, he asked the girl at the cash register about the skeleton hanging above our heads:
The trip around the field museum motivated me to make the drive to Drumheller and visit the real museum. The Royal Tyrell Museum is about 2 hours away from the park and still an hour and half away
from Calgary. Needless to say, I put some clicks on the Fit.
Drumheller seems to have taken the dinosaur thing and run with it. There are dinosaurs every where. Including the worlds largest dinosaur, a gigantic model of a Tyrannosaurus. You can climb the T-Rex and view the town from it’s open mouth. I opted for a shot from my rolled down car window.
One of the great perspectives I got from living in Ohio for seven years was that not everyone believes in evolution. Beliefs to me are for Santa, you believe for a while, then you grow up and understand the truth. Apparently this isn’t the case for other parts of the world.
What I noticed in all the exhibits, but obviously more strongly at the Burgess Shale and the Darwin exhibits is that they discussed evolution as a fact. As an assumption you made before you came to the museum. It was axiomatic. It was refreshing.
These two exhibits didn’t make much for taking pictures, so I didn’t.
After them it was the standard bones-in-poses. I took lots of pictures, highlights are in my facebook album.
All together it was a great day. A literally jaw dropping view of the badlands and good science to mentally chew over. Perfect.
1.) I should visit as many of these as possible in my life timeIt just makes good sense. From the Wikipedia article “The programme catalogues, names, and conserves sites of outstanding cultural or natural importance to the common heritage of humanity.” So, if I’m going to go visit a provincial park, which I like to do, why not visit the ones that fit that definition, instead of the normal ones that are just mind-blowingly pretty. A park that is beautiful AND culturally significant? It’s like walking on the Mona Lisa’s face. Amazing.
2.) There are 3 within 2 hours drive of my apartment (until I move, of course)
To catalog my quest to visit these sites I’ve decided to collect a post-card from each site. Post-cards are great because the pictures were always taken on the most beautiful of days, so even if I visit on a rainy day I get a perfect image to take home and they are cheap, which is a word I would use to describe myself if I was trying to avoid describing myself as broke.
There is a slight problem in that I’ve already visited a few sites, namely in Greece. However, while I remember going I don’t remember being as impressed as I would be now that I’ve had two semesters of Art History. So those are going to be do-overs.
So, realising I had this amazing opportunity of living so close to so many sites but for only a few more weeks I decided to act! Hence, my trip to Dinosaur Provincial Park. (The first thing I learned on this trip was that there is no ‘h’ in the word “Provincial”)
The drive out was pretty laid back. Prarie driving is kind of weird, you could be driving through anywhere: Ohio, Alberta, Saskatchewan, Iowa, Delta. It also meets this strange paradox of being entertaining and boring. There’s nothing to really look at, but because of that you (as the driver) can actually take time to look around.
After taking a bunch of seemingly random turns, and wondering how I still had a cell-phone signal, I all of a sudden came upon a gigantic gorge. Gigantic. “Oh.”
This is where dinosaurs went to die. Luckily for us, this is also where rivers went to run. As the Red Deer river runs through the park, it erodes the soil and exposes fossils. Lots of fossils. 500 specimens covering 39 species. Including 5 different Dromaesauridae species, including two new and unknown species. In pop culture terms these are “raptors”.Q: What’s scarier than a raptor?
A: A raptor + the unknown.
The park was amazing, but, some what bitter-sweetly most of it is closed to the public. Actually, more sweetly than bitter. Protect the place damn-it! Also, this gives me a great excuse not to have hiked much of the park. I love hiking and all, but let me tell you, the mosquitos out there! Holy shit. Jurassic Park is so much more believable after getting bitten forty times per minute. If I was a dinosaur getting bitten that often I probably would’ve jumped in a big mud puddle too.
I went to the Drumheller Field Museum to collect my post card. I also decided to wander about their exhibits. I may be broke, but $3 is totally worth it to support the conservation of the park. Infact, $3 is worth it just to take pictures of the raptors and make all the stupid comments I attached to their pictures on my facebook album.
While I was lining up to pay my entry fee, there was a family ahead of me in line. The young boy of about 8, looked like he was really into the whole dinosaur thing. With a completely serious look on his face, he asked the girl at the cash register about the skeleton hanging above our heads:
Boy: How do they know it’s a Gorgosaurus and not an Albertosaurus or even just a young AlbertosaurusScience, it works, but some times it takes a while to figure out.
Girl at cash register: Hahaha... That’s a great question, in fact our palentologists can’t even decide on that. They’re not sure if Gorgosaurus is even it’s own species or if they’re all just young Albertosaurus’.
Boy: *walks away shaking his head with a really disappointed look on his face*
The trip around the field museum motivated me to make the drive to Drumheller and visit the real museum. The Royal Tyrell Museum is about 2 hours away from the park and still an hour and half away
from Calgary. Needless to say, I put some clicks on the Fit.Drumheller seems to have taken the dinosaur thing and run with it. There are dinosaurs every where. Including the worlds largest dinosaur, a gigantic model of a Tyrannosaurus. You can climb the T-Rex and view the town from it’s open mouth. I opted for a shot from my rolled down car window.
$10 more to get into the real museum, but again, totally worth it. After a few rooms of “whatever” exhibits you get to a room which is exactly what you (and by you, I mean I) expect. A dark room with exhibits all around the perimeter, in the center a full Tyrannosaurus skeleton ready to bite your head off. The surrounding artifacts all seemed to be either T-Rex or Raptor related. Yes, this is exactly what I had come to see.
The museum also had a few special exhibits going on. One on Darwin and Evolution, and the other on the Burgess Shale.
One of the great perspectives I got from living in Ohio for seven years was that not everyone believes in evolution. Beliefs to me are for Santa, you believe for a while, then you grow up and understand the truth. Apparently this isn’t the case for other parts of the world.
What I noticed in all the exhibits, but obviously more strongly at the Burgess Shale and the Darwin exhibits is that they discussed evolution as a fact. As an assumption you made before you came to the museum. It was axiomatic. It was refreshing.
These two exhibits didn’t make much for taking pictures, so I didn’t.
After them it was the standard bones-in-poses. I took lots of pictures, highlights are in my facebook album.
All together it was a great day. A literally jaw dropping view of the badlands and good science to mentally chew over. Perfect.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Drenched
I just got back from working a 4 hour shift at Drenched Fest. It wasn't nearly as awesome as the website makes it look due to the Vancouver style rain we've had for the past few days. Also, the bands don't start until Thursday so it was just water skiing.
Or so I was told. My job was to sit out by the entrance and ... I don't know. Answer questions if people had them?
After an hour of that I hitched a ride to the parking lot from a passing school bus driven by a recent immigrant from England. Picked up my car and drove out to where we'd been standing. We then sat in my car on the side of the road for the last few hours and did as close to nothing as has ever been done.
Or so I was told. My job was to sit out by the entrance and ... I don't know. Answer questions if people had them?
"Does this road with the sign that says 'Event Parking' lead to the parking lot?" "...yes"The first hour or so was interesting. I've made a goal for myself to see how long I can go without wearing pants (uniforms and pajamas don't count) so I left the house this morning in shorts. I didn't know I'd be standing in the rain all day, and boy was it cold.
After an hour of that I hitched a ride to the parking lot from a passing school bus driven by a recent immigrant from England. Picked up my car and drove out to where we'd been standing. We then sat in my car on the side of the road for the last few hours and did as close to nothing as has ever been done.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Cod with Wasabi
I had a dream when I was napping this morning that I would blog about how we ate Cod seasoned with wasabi last night for dinner. We didn't though.
We ate cod, but we massacred it because no one know how to cook it. Oops.
We ate cod, but we massacred it because no one know how to cook it. Oops.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Killer Heat
It's so hot here. I don't know how it happened. It seems like just a few weeks ago I was running with icicles on my eyelashes.
It's about 28C inside my apartment right now, which is some how 5 degrees hotter than outside.
I guess our apartments ability to retain heat was a good thing in January. Now it just means I have to go to sleep with ice packs in my bed.
It's about 28C inside my apartment right now, which is some how 5 degrees hotter than outside.
I guess our apartments ability to retain heat was a good thing in January. Now it just means I have to go to sleep with ice packs in my bed.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Still Trying to Balance
I'm still having issues with the balance thing.
I've definitely pulled up too much and haven't been working out quite as much as I probably should if the goal is a Half-Ironman. I should still be able to finish the thing at this rate, but boy will it hurt.
I'm not too concerned though. "Training" was becoming too much of it's own burden. I like just going for a run or a ride. Semantics.
I've definitely pulled up too much and haven't been working out quite as much as I probably should if the goal is a Half-Ironman. I should still be able to finish the thing at this rate, but boy will it hurt.
I'm not too concerned though. "Training" was becoming too much of it's own burden. I like just going for a run or a ride. Semantics.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Night Runner
Last night I went out for a run at about 11:30pm, I love running at night, it just has a different feel to it. I haven't run at night since it was about -25 C out. What a difference 40 degrees can make!
The route I picked was a bit of an odd choice: down to the river, across the Edworthy Park bridge, along the south side of the river, back under Crowchild Trail. Now, for the non-Calgarians reading, the south side of the river between Crowchild and Edworthy Park is pretty much a paved path through the forest. Which at midnight, is very, very, very dark.
Of course I had my headlamp and red turtle light on.
It was a very interesting experience. If I let my mind wander and forget where I was, it was serene and pretty. But every so often I'd remember I was running through a dark forest at night and would be looking over my shoulder constantly and seeing things in the shadows.
At one point I was running along, close to the rivers edge when I saw two dark patches on the path and then a dark mass off to the side. My first thought was "Oh, that's a severed head and the dark patches are the blood from when they dragged the body into the river."
No.
It was a freaking beaver.
It turned to look at me, which really shocked me, but I was still extremely happy to realise that it wasn't a severed head turning to look at me. I stopped and said "What the hell are you doing here?" as if it were the one that was out of place in a forest, by a river in the middle of the night. It kept looking at me, sort of shrugged, turned and went back to the river.
Anyway, that was a great course for a tempo run. Easy down to the park, absolute terror down the south side of the river, easy back home. I'll bike it out later and see how far the south side is, but it took me roughly 20 minutes -- including talking to the beaver. I'm guessing it's around 5km? And fueled by the horrifying fear of the unknown I probably just did a best 5km time.
The route I picked was a bit of an odd choice: down to the river, across the Edworthy Park bridge, along the south side of the river, back under Crowchild Trail. Now, for the non-Calgarians reading, the south side of the river between Crowchild and Edworthy Park is pretty much a paved path through the forest. Which at midnight, is very, very, very dark.
Of course I had my headlamp and red turtle light on.
It was a very interesting experience. If I let my mind wander and forget where I was, it was serene and pretty. But every so often I'd remember I was running through a dark forest at night and would be looking over my shoulder constantly and seeing things in the shadows.
At one point I was running along, close to the rivers edge when I saw two dark patches on the path and then a dark mass off to the side. My first thought was "Oh, that's a severed head and the dark patches are the blood from when they dragged the body into the river."
No.
It was a freaking beaver.
It turned to look at me, which really shocked me, but I was still extremely happy to realise that it wasn't a severed head turning to look at me. I stopped and said "What the hell are you doing here?" as if it were the one that was out of place in a forest, by a river in the middle of the night. It kept looking at me, sort of shrugged, turned and went back to the river.
Anyway, that was a great course for a tempo run. Easy down to the park, absolute terror down the south side of the river, easy back home. I'll bike it out later and see how far the south side is, but it took me roughly 20 minutes -- including talking to the beaver. I'm guessing it's around 5km? And fueled by the horrifying fear of the unknown I probably just did a best 5km time.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Lingua Franca
I was just in line behind a guy at the airport buying a coffee, and this poor guy clearly didn't speak Starbucks:
<Barista>What size, sir?
<Guy>Uh, better make it big... uh.. GRANDE!
<Elliot>Uh, you know Grande is only medium, right?
<Guy>What? Really? No, stop.. Put that cup down, give me the Tall one
<Elliot>Seriously, Tall means small. You gotta learn the language man.
What? That doesn't even make sense? What's big? Venti! Give me a Venti.
I thought the world learned this skill years ago. Maybe he was in a coma.
Then again, I'm pretty sure his drink was a decaf something-or-other, so that could be the problem right there.
I thought the world learned this skill years ago. Maybe he was in a coma.
Then again, I'm pretty sure his drink was a decaf something-or-other, so that could be the problem right there.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Free Time
Originally when I started this blog my idea was that it would complement my training log. Anecdotes about workouts and things like that. But, as I mentioned earlier, balance is something I have a hard time maintaining in my life. If I only give one side of the story, is it really an accurate account? When I don't post for a while, am I not training? Am I feeling burned out? Or, is there something else going on that is taking my focus off of exercise. So, I'll start branching out more and talk about things that don't directly deal with training, but clearly have an impact on some level.
What follows was originally an email to the Fam.
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Obviously I have a lot of free time given my work schedule. I'm not sure how well you guys know it, so let me explain it first.
I think of the world in 8-day weeks. The first two I work during the day, 7:30am-5:30pm. The third and fourth I work at night, 5:30pm-7:30am the following day. I come home on the morning of the fifth day, and have the rest of the time off. It's great.
So, anyway, I have all this free time. What's really interesting though is what happens to you when you have all this free-time and don't feel guilty about it. It's not like I'm neglecting anything, I'm working full-time, paying off my debts, life's pretty good. So it really is free-time, I can do with it as I please.
What I've ended up doing a lot of is playing around with programming computers. It's always been fun endeavor for me, you all know that. Anyway, I realised I was doing it lots and really enjoying it and (re)learning various techniques and technologies. How to learn more though? Take classes.
Soooo... In another example of me going all-or-nothing on something: I looked into getting a CompSci degree.
Fast forward a bit to today. I went to the bank and applied for a personal line of credit. I find out on Monday how that all went, but the bank lady seems to think it should be fine. I could almost do the whole thing without any loan, but it would require short-term huge charges to my credit card which isn't a smart move. The banker thought I was a bit strange:
"So, you're a Fire Fighter wanting a computer science degree? Isn't that kind of strange?"
"You'd think it's even stranger if you knew I already have a degree in Math"
"What? Why are you a Fire Fighter?"
"It's fun and I get to break things."
So anyway, on Monday everything should be set up so I can pretty much push a button and be a student. The whole thing will be through Athabasca University, which is entirely done online and via correspondence. The program is BSc in Computer & Information Systems. I'll get some credits for courses I did at Kenyon, but the whole thing will still take a few years.
Obviously the question that comes up is: So, will you quit being a Fire Fighter? I don't know, I honestly don't. I don't think I could go back to the 9-5 work style.
But that's really not the question that's important. I think the important question is whether I want to do it. And I do.
The entropy of my life will only ever increase. If I don't do this now things will come up and I might not have this freedom later on, and that would be a tragedy.
What follows was originally an email to the Fam.
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Obviously I have a lot of free time given my work schedule. I'm not sure how well you guys know it, so let me explain it first.
I think of the world in 8-day weeks. The first two I work during the day, 7:30am-5:30pm. The third and fourth I work at night, 5:30pm-7:30am the following day. I come home on the morning of the fifth day, and have the rest of the time off. It's great.
So, anyway, I have all this free time. What's really interesting though is what happens to you when you have all this free-time and don't feel guilty about it. It's not like I'm neglecting anything, I'm working full-time, paying off my debts, life's pretty good. So it really is free-time, I can do with it as I please.
What I've ended up doing a lot of is playing around with programming computers. It's always been fun endeavor for me, you all know that. Anyway, I realised I was doing it lots and really enjoying it and (re)learning various techniques and technologies. How to learn more though? Take classes.
Soooo... In another example of me going all-or-nothing on something: I looked into getting a CompSci degree.
Fast forward a bit to today. I went to the bank and applied for a personal line of credit. I find out on Monday how that all went, but the bank lady seems to think it should be fine. I could almost do the whole thing without any loan, but it would require short-term huge charges to my credit card which isn't a smart move. The banker thought I was a bit strange:
So anyway, on Monday everything should be set up so I can pretty much push a button and be a student. The whole thing will be through Athabasca University, which is entirely done online and via correspondence. The program is BSc in Computer & Information Systems. I'll get some credits for courses I did at Kenyon, but the whole thing will still take a few years.
Obviously the question that comes up is: So, will you quit being a Fire Fighter? I don't know, I honestly don't. I don't think I could go back to the 9-5 work style.
But that's really not the question that's important. I think the important question is whether I want to do it. And I do.
The entropy of my life will only ever increase. If I don't do this now things will come up and I might not have this freedom later on, and that would be a tragedy.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Balance
Not too long ago I realised that Google Earth has a flight simulator built in. After a few minutes of reminiscing about how flight simulators used to be entire apps themselves, and in fact be the most complex things on a computer, I started playing around with it. It's pretty simple, you can only choose between two planes and about two-dozen airports. Or, you can fly over your current view, which is neat because then you can keep your placemarks turned on and do fly-bys on your house or whatever.
The biggest issue I had with it, other than the initial "wow-factor" wearing off after five minutes, was that once you touched the controls it seemed impossible to get back on course. Maybe it would be easier with a joystick, but I don't have one. So what would end up happening is that you'd make a slight attitude adjustment but never be able to just sit back from the controls afterward. Touch the controls once and you're now committed to a flight of constant minor adjustments: nose-up for a minute, nose-down for a minute, nose-up for a minute, nose-down.
Finding that sweet spot that the program started you at where you're flying perfectly level seems impossible.
It's very hard for me to find balance in every day life. When I take on a task or a pursuit, I either do it reluctantly and minimally, or dive in head first. Sometimes I end up like this guy:
Usually not.
More often than not this tends to be a great trait. Some times though, I forget to try and maintain a balance; I'll let one thing take over my life. I've learned over the years to catch myself. I make rules.
When I wanted to get my tattoo I thought it was a great idea and could of convinced anyone around that it was worthwhile. But, I realised, it'll last forever and if it's not a great idea I'm stuck with it. Forever. So the rule I made was that I had to want it for a whole year, inclusive -- not just the two end points. I did, I got it, and I've thought getting it was a great idea every day since.
When I wanted to change careers and become a Fire Fighter it was similar. Once the idea was in my head I wanted to act on it NOW. Waiting to act on that change was a good idea, it let me prepare in many ways, and again, I still think it was a great idea every day.
Deciding to train for a triathlon was a little bit different. I needed to do something to get in better shape anyway, I needed a plan, and I needed a goal -- even a loosely defined one. There was obviously no point in waiting for a year before implementing that plan. In fact, doing so would be detrimental no matter what. The problem then became how much?
I do have a lot of free time, and it's fantastic. But it seems it's a little dangerous, I so easily get carried away. What to do this afternoon? Hrm.. Might as well run again. It's sunny out: Gotta bike. Gotta train.
Well, actually, I don't. I'm not a pro. I don't want to be a pro. I just want to be fit and compete. I'd left the controls alone for too long and was flying too high. The air was getting thin, and I was losing sight of the horizon. It was time for an attitude adjustment before I stalled and fell to the ground.
So I'm pitching my nose down a bit. Focusing on training less and making sure I'm enjoying it. There's definitely a problem with me if I'm not looking forward to the view of the mountains we get while biking west. This isn't a job, so it sure as hell better not feel like one.
The biggest issue I had with it, other than the initial "wow-factor" wearing off after five minutes, was that once you touched the controls it seemed impossible to get back on course. Maybe it would be easier with a joystick, but I don't have one. So what would end up happening is that you'd make a slight attitude adjustment but never be able to just sit back from the controls afterward. Touch the controls once and you're now committed to a flight of constant minor adjustments: nose-up for a minute, nose-down for a minute, nose-up for a minute, nose-down.
Finding that sweet spot that the program started you at where you're flying perfectly level seems impossible.
It's very hard for me to find balance in every day life. When I take on a task or a pursuit, I either do it reluctantly and minimally, or dive in head first. Sometimes I end up like this guy:
Usually not.
More often than not this tends to be a great trait. Some times though, I forget to try and maintain a balance; I'll let one thing take over my life. I've learned over the years to catch myself. I make rules.
When I wanted to get my tattoo I thought it was a great idea and could of convinced anyone around that it was worthwhile. But, I realised, it'll last forever and if it's not a great idea I'm stuck with it. Forever. So the rule I made was that I had to want it for a whole year, inclusive -- not just the two end points. I did, I got it, and I've thought getting it was a great idea every day since.
When I wanted to change careers and become a Fire Fighter it was similar. Once the idea was in my head I wanted to act on it NOW. Waiting to act on that change was a good idea, it let me prepare in many ways, and again, I still think it was a great idea every day.
Deciding to train for a triathlon was a little bit different. I needed to do something to get in better shape anyway, I needed a plan, and I needed a goal -- even a loosely defined one. There was obviously no point in waiting for a year before implementing that plan. In fact, doing so would be detrimental no matter what. The problem then became how much?
I do have a lot of free time, and it's fantastic. But it seems it's a little dangerous, I so easily get carried away. What to do this afternoon? Hrm.. Might as well run again. It's sunny out: Gotta bike. Gotta train.
Well, actually, I don't. I'm not a pro. I don't want to be a pro. I just want to be fit and compete. I'd left the controls alone for too long and was flying too high. The air was getting thin, and I was losing sight of the horizon. It was time for an attitude adjustment before I stalled and fell to the ground.
So I'm pitching my nose down a bit. Focusing on training less and making sure I'm enjoying it. There's definitely a problem with me if I'm not looking forward to the view of the mountains we get while biking west. This isn't a job, so it sure as hell better not feel like one.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
King of Calgary Race
The key word in the name of Scott's made-up race is 'Calgary', as such a few days before we raced it was decided that cycling would be far too dangerous due to snow and ice conditions. Nonetheless, being the bull-headed competitive bastards we are the race had to go on.
We started the day at 7am. We had 3 heats of swims, seeded slowest to fastest. It was a great atmosphere as we were practically the only people in Talisman at the time. At meets I used to love swimming the 1500/1650 in the heats and not at night. It felt more honest to me because I thought the people there watching actually cared about distance swimming. Back in the club swimming days it was even more honest when you had to supply your own timer. No wonder I grew up to hate sprinters.
One of the things I was most impressed by was the splitting of everyone else. Some of these swimmers hadn't even done a 1500 for time before, but were splitting their 100's within two or three seconds of each other. Maybe I should've expected more, but I was impressed.
My first achievement of the day came about 15 minutes before we started. Given that it was a time trial, and a pursuit style race (If you got a lead out of the swim, you got that much of a head start on the run) I decided to pull out all the stops and wear an old racing suit. The fact that my trusty old TYR leg-skin fit me was kind of a big deal. It was really just a reaffirmation that I have lost some weight, as I mentioned previously. And more than anything it was a psychological boost.
As the four of us final swimmers warmed up I felt two things:
Right before we started someone said "Go under 1-minute for the first 100, just to do it." I thought about it and figured why not? I'll go out hard but keep it in check so it won't burn me, then settle into a nice pace. Plus it'll be fun to go that fast off the start.
Now, one of the things I always found weird about being a miler was how infrequently we actually got to do a Mile. In college it was 1000's every week and 800's were quite common during the summer, but both of those races are such different animals than a full Mile. So for me I always had the same internal recollections.
Right around the 200 it was always "Oh shit, I must've gone out too hard: My breathing effort is way higher! Wait a minute... I always think that right at the 200!"
And then, right around the 1000: "Oh fuck, it feels like I got punched in the diaphragm. Where did that come from? How am I going to deal with that for another 500!? Wait... That always happens right around the 1000."
So I guess over time I've developed those little milestones (pun intended) to let me know that my pace is right on check. It's nice to know they're still there for me.
I did speed up a bit for the last 50, just to play around, but due to a miscommunication with my timer/counter it ended up being an extra 50. Oh well.
And now for something completely different: Running a 10km.
We took a break for an hour or so between the end of our swims and the start of our run. Snacked, had a coffee, laboured over how warm to dress for the stupid weather. During the night it had sprinkled snow. Not a lot, but enough that the plow guy was out on the bike path doing his best to make our running course as clear as possible. The problem with plowing that little amount of snow though was that it really just got packed down and turned into ice. Scary.
I had measured the course the day before but somehow screwed it up. Instead of 2 x 5km loops we ended up running 2 x 5.425 km loops. Oops.
I started the run with a 2:09 lead before Scott begun his chase. In my entire life, I've only ever run 3 races. A 5km and two 8km cross-country races. 10km is a completely new distance for me, and I'm at a completely different level of fitness than I was for any of those races. So I had no clue. James (our master timer) lent me his GPS watch which would keep pace for me so I decided just to try and hangon around 4:00/km pace and try and end up around 40:00.
A few KM in and I thought that a hair over 4:00/km pace would actually be holdable. I checked the watch about every minute or two and adjusted accordingly.
The icey course was absolutely brutal. It was a pleasant surprise when your feet got traction and you didn't feel like you were spinning your tires. There were several spots were I had to slow down and put my arms out like a tight-rope walker just to stay upright.
Knowing that the course was too long I kept an eye on my watch and as it rolled over to 10km my time read 41:30. So that's the time I'll go with for my PB at 10km. My "official" final time for the run was 45:02. Scott caught and passed me with about 2.5km to go. So I ended up second for the whole race. I'm certain that in less perilous conditions I would've been passed by at least one other person, but it's Calgary.
So that was my "King of Calgary" race. It was a lot of fun, and hopefully next year we can add in the bike time trial.
I took the next day off completely and then went for an easy run on Monday. I was stiff on the run but it wasn't anything major. More notable was that as soon as I was done the run I felt like I had a cold. My body must've been winning the fight against the virus but as soon as I beat it up a little with a run the tides turned. Thank god for Advil Cold & Sinus.
We started the day at 7am. We had 3 heats of swims, seeded slowest to fastest. It was a great atmosphere as we were practically the only people in Talisman at the time. At meets I used to love swimming the 1500/1650 in the heats and not at night. It felt more honest to me because I thought the people there watching actually cared about distance swimming. Back in the club swimming days it was even more honest when you had to supply your own timer. No wonder I grew up to hate sprinters.
One of the things I was most impressed by was the splitting of everyone else. Some of these swimmers hadn't even done a 1500 for time before, but were splitting their 100's within two or three seconds of each other. Maybe I should've expected more, but I was impressed.
My first achievement of the day came about 15 minutes before we started. Given that it was a time trial, and a pursuit style race (If you got a lead out of the swim, you got that much of a head start on the run) I decided to pull out all the stops and wear an old racing suit. The fact that my trusty old TYR leg-skin fit me was kind of a big deal. It was really just a reaffirmation that I have lost some weight, as I mentioned previously. And more than anything it was a psychological boost.
As the four of us final swimmers warmed up I felt two things:
- Awe for how much of a difference the leg skins make
- Like a total jackass for busting out a racing suit
Right before we started someone said "Go under 1-minute for the first 100, just to do it." I thought about it and figured why not? I'll go out hard but keep it in check so it won't burn me, then settle into a nice pace. Plus it'll be fun to go that fast off the start.
- 1:01
- 1:06
- 1:07
- 1:08
- 1:07 (5:29)
- 1:08
- 1:08
- 1:08
- 1:08
- 1:08 (11:09)
- 1:07
- 1:07
- 1:07
- 1:07
- 1:07 (16:44)
Now, one of the things I always found weird about being a miler was how infrequently we actually got to do a Mile. In college it was 1000's every week and 800's were quite common during the summer, but both of those races are such different animals than a full Mile. So for me I always had the same internal recollections.
Right around the 200 it was always "Oh shit, I must've gone out too hard: My breathing effort is way higher! Wait a minute... I always think that right at the 200!"
And then, right around the 1000: "Oh fuck, it feels like I got punched in the diaphragm. Where did that come from? How am I going to deal with that for another 500!? Wait... That always happens right around the 1000."
So I guess over time I've developed those little milestones (pun intended) to let me know that my pace is right on check. It's nice to know they're still there for me.
I did speed up a bit for the last 50, just to play around, but due to a miscommunication with my timer/counter it ended up being an extra 50. Oh well.
And now for something completely different: Running a 10km.
We took a break for an hour or so between the end of our swims and the start of our run. Snacked, had a coffee, laboured over how warm to dress for the stupid weather. During the night it had sprinkled snow. Not a lot, but enough that the plow guy was out on the bike path doing his best to make our running course as clear as possible. The problem with plowing that little amount of snow though was that it really just got packed down and turned into ice. Scary.
I had measured the course the day before but somehow screwed it up. Instead of 2 x 5km loops we ended up running 2 x 5.425 km loops. Oops.
I started the run with a 2:09 lead before Scott begun his chase. In my entire life, I've only ever run 3 races. A 5km and two 8km cross-country races. 10km is a completely new distance for me, and I'm at a completely different level of fitness than I was for any of those races. So I had no clue. James (our master timer) lent me his GPS watch which would keep pace for me so I decided just to try and hangon around 4:00/km pace and try and end up around 40:00.
A few KM in and I thought that a hair over 4:00/km pace would actually be holdable. I checked the watch about every minute or two and adjusted accordingly.
The icey course was absolutely brutal. It was a pleasant surprise when your feet got traction and you didn't feel like you were spinning your tires. There were several spots were I had to slow down and put my arms out like a tight-rope walker just to stay upright.
Knowing that the course was too long I kept an eye on my watch and as it rolled over to 10km my time read 41:30. So that's the time I'll go with for my PB at 10km. My "official" final time for the run was 45:02. Scott caught and passed me with about 2.5km to go. So I ended up second for the whole race. I'm certain that in less perilous conditions I would've been passed by at least one other person, but it's Calgary.
So that was my "King of Calgary" race. It was a lot of fun, and hopefully next year we can add in the bike time trial.
I took the next day off completely and then went for an easy run on Monday. I was stiff on the run but it wasn't anything major. More notable was that as soon as I was done the run I felt like I had a cold. My body must've been winning the fight against the virus but as soon as I beat it up a little with a run the tides turned. Thank god for Advil Cold & Sinus.
Monday, March 16, 2009
139 and <200
I have a little widget on my Dashboard (computer one, not car one) that tells me how many days it is until the Calgary 70.3. Today it's 139 days away. Usually when I flick over to the dashboard I'll check it out and think "Have I made progress today?".
On Thursday (when I meant to write this up, but was too tired) I definitely made progress. I started the day with a short but sweet LCM swim, followed that with an easy 70 minute run, and then ended the day with a 90 minute spin session with Scott. Actually I guess I ended the day having a beer and a cheese burger, but that's not the point.
Not only was that my most involved day of training yet, it was also my longest run ever. I think. And even though most of the sessions were pretty easy, the toll was definitely noticeable the following day. All I had planned was a 45 minute recovery spin, and it was very hard to get my legs to move against any resistance. Awesome.
So that's the 139. <200?
Today I weighed in at 198 lbs. That's the first time I've been under 200 lbs since I stopped competitive swimming.
At my highest I weighed in at 230. There's probably a bit of error in there because it was a fully clothed weigh in and had no regard for hydration, recent bathroom usage, etc.. Still, 230 is not very slim. Infact, for my height it puts me right at the line of being obese. Note how I didn't let it get any higher once I noticed that fact.
Now-a-days when I weigh in I do it exclusively after a run, right before I shower. Can't have eaten recently -- otherwise I'd toss it up on the run, gotta poop before the run 'cause I'm afraid of needing to poop in the middle of the run, etc... So it's a much more controlled weigh-in timing. Or so I've lead myself to believe.
Anyway, obviously cracking under the 200 lbs barrier is another sign of progress in the direction of fitness. Sweet
On Thursday (when I meant to write this up, but was too tired) I definitely made progress. I started the day with a short but sweet LCM swim, followed that with an easy 70 minute run, and then ended the day with a 90 minute spin session with Scott. Actually I guess I ended the day having a beer and a cheese burger, but that's not the point.
Not only was that my most involved day of training yet, it was also my longest run ever. I think. And even though most of the sessions were pretty easy, the toll was definitely noticeable the following day. All I had planned was a 45 minute recovery spin, and it was very hard to get my legs to move against any resistance. Awesome.
So that's the 139. <200?
Today I weighed in at 198 lbs. That's the first time I've been under 200 lbs since I stopped competitive swimming.
At my highest I weighed in at 230. There's probably a bit of error in there because it was a fully clothed weigh in and had no regard for hydration, recent bathroom usage, etc.. Still, 230 is not very slim. Infact, for my height it puts me right at the line of being obese. Note how I didn't let it get any higher once I noticed that fact.
Now-a-days when I weigh in I do it exclusively after a run, right before I shower. Can't have eaten recently -- otherwise I'd toss it up on the run, gotta poop before the run 'cause I'm afraid of needing to poop in the middle of the run, etc... So it's a much more controlled weigh-in timing. Or so I've lead myself to believe.
Anyway, obviously cracking under the 200 lbs barrier is another sign of progress in the direction of fitness. Sweet
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Recovery
It's the name of the game right?
It always seems tough having to concede a workout to recovery. Saying to yourself "No, I shouldn't run today, I should just sleep" sounds like you're giving in. And some times it probably is.
Today I think it was the right call, I didn't get to sleep until 9:20am so should I have gotten up at 3:00pm to squeeze in a run before heading back to work? Or was it smarter to let my body catch up with the world and bump the run to tomorrow?
Here's my logic: there was pretty much no way I was going to get a quality workout in this afternoon, but tomorrow evening when I don't have to go back to work there's a good chance that I could end up having a good quality run.
Actually, now that I think about it (still a bit sleepy, see) maybe it's just that I need to plan my schedule out a bit better and not put any workouts on the day between night shifts. Hrm.
Anyway, to recap: recovery is super important, allowing flexibility in your planning -- equally so.
It always seems tough having to concede a workout to recovery. Saying to yourself "No, I shouldn't run today, I should just sleep" sounds like you're giving in. And some times it probably is.
Today I think it was the right call, I didn't get to sleep until 9:20am so should I have gotten up at 3:00pm to squeeze in a run before heading back to work? Or was it smarter to let my body catch up with the world and bump the run to tomorrow?
Here's my logic: there was pretty much no way I was going to get a quality workout in this afternoon, but tomorrow evening when I don't have to go back to work there's a good chance that I could end up having a good quality run.
Actually, now that I think about it (still a bit sleepy, see) maybe it's just that I need to plan my schedule out a bit better and not put any workouts on the day between night shifts. Hrm.
Anyway, to recap: recovery is super important, allowing flexibility in your planning -- equally so.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Funk
Sometimes I just can't bring myself to swim. Swimming to me seems to be the most un-interesting form of exercise. I think it's something to do with the sensory deprivation, but I'm not sure. For all the hours of my life I've spent in a pool I'd much rather go run outside or bike or .. do pretty much anything else. I call this Swimming Funk.
I can usually avoid a lot of this Funk by swimming early in the morning, before my brain is awake enough to notice the sensory deprivation and come up with reasonable excuses to not swim. However, some mornings I can't swim early due to sleep needs (This morning was a sleep-need not a sleep-want, honest!)
Then the problem compounds when I'm trying to be cautious with my knee by not running two days in a row, and the roads are covered in snow -- what do I do? This all leads me into a depressing spiral of not wanting to workout at all and instead just sit around in my pajamas.
Luckily for me, I have The Cheese. Or more specifically: The Cheese 2.0. The Cheese is a tool that tends to sit in the bottom of the toolbox, hiding from the world. But every so often nothing else will work, and The Cheese comes out.
Thanks to The Cheese I had an insane 47 minute spin and feel like I not just salvaged the day but really came out ahead on it.
I can usually avoid a lot of this Funk by swimming early in the morning, before my brain is awake enough to notice the sensory deprivation and come up with reasonable excuses to not swim. However, some mornings I can't swim early due to sleep needs (This morning was a sleep-need not a sleep-want, honest!)
Then the problem compounds when I'm trying to be cautious with my knee by not running two days in a row, and the roads are covered in snow -- what do I do? This all leads me into a depressing spiral of not wanting to workout at all and instead just sit around in my pajamas.
Luckily for me, I have The Cheese. Or more specifically: The Cheese 2.0. The Cheese is a tool that tends to sit in the bottom of the toolbox, hiding from the world. But every so often nothing else will work, and The Cheese comes out.
Thanks to The Cheese I had an insane 47 minute spin and feel like I not just salvaged the day but really came out ahead on it.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Arbitrary Limits
Some times I let my brain set limits that have seemingly no bearing on the physical world other than comfort.
Back in December when we had a string of about 2 weeks where the high was -20C(-4F). I was talking to some people and decided "There's got to be a limit, -15C (5F) is about as cold a temperature as should be run in." I don't know why I picked that limit, -15C (5F) is still flipping cold.
However, a little while later (probably after running on a treadmill some where) I realised that I had set a completely arbitrary limit. Also, I saw other people out running (not many though) and if they can do it so can I.
So I piled on the layers: Wool socks, compression shorts, thermal running tights, and nylon shorts over top. Long-sleeve poly under-shirt, thermal long-sleeve cycling jersey, and a windbreaker. Wool toque, thick gloves and a fleece bandanna. The only exposed skin I had was around my eyes.
Off I went, and... I was toasty warm! Turns out, if you dress in the appropriate layers, you can be quite warm. I think a big factor was that I had actually bothered to buy appropriate cold weather clothes for working out in. If I was just walking some where I would just be wearing jeans -- which aren't very warm.
So now I happily run in all temperatures.
Cycling becomes a different issue though. First you have the inherent self-generated wind-chill, and second I only have slick road tires that are no match for an icy patch.
Determined to ride I threw my bike in the back of my car yesterday and did some exploring. Turns out that once you get out of city limits the roads are clear. Probably due to the City's policy of not plowing residential roads (Thanks City!) I figured I'd drive out to Ghost lake, just to see it, and then ride out from the parking lot.
Now even though the Bow River goes right through Ghost Lake and has been frozen solid for months, I for some reason didn't expect the lake to be totally frozen. So I was quite surprised when I came around the corner to see people riding ATV's and dirt bikes all over the lake and then other people ice fishing off the back of their pickup trucks...in the middle of the lake.
Other than the ice it was a gorgeous day, so once I bundled up I went out for an easy hour ride. It was great to get out and even greater to realize that it's possible to ride comfortably warm in sub-zero temperatures.
Back in December when we had a string of about 2 weeks where the high was -20C(-4F). I was talking to some people and decided "There's got to be a limit, -15C (5F) is about as cold a temperature as should be run in." I don't know why I picked that limit, -15C (5F) is still flipping cold.
However, a little while later (probably after running on a treadmill some where) I realised that I had set a completely arbitrary limit. Also, I saw other people out running (not many though) and if they can do it so can I.
So I piled on the layers: Wool socks, compression shorts, thermal running tights, and nylon shorts over top. Long-sleeve poly under-shirt, thermal long-sleeve cycling jersey, and a windbreaker. Wool toque, thick gloves and a fleece bandanna. The only exposed skin I had was around my eyes.
Off I went, and... I was toasty warm! Turns out, if you dress in the appropriate layers, you can be quite warm. I think a big factor was that I had actually bothered to buy appropriate cold weather clothes for working out in. If I was just walking some where I would just be wearing jeans -- which aren't very warm.
So now I happily run in all temperatures.
Cycling becomes a different issue though. First you have the inherent self-generated wind-chill, and second I only have slick road tires that are no match for an icy patch.
Determined to ride I threw my bike in the back of my car yesterday and did some exploring. Turns out that once you get out of city limits the roads are clear. Probably due to the City's policy of not plowing residential roads (Thanks City!) I figured I'd drive out to Ghost lake, just to see it, and then ride out from the parking lot.
Now even though the Bow River goes right through Ghost Lake and has been frozen solid for months, I for some reason didn't expect the lake to be totally frozen. So I was quite surprised when I came around the corner to see people riding ATV's and dirt bikes all over the lake and then other people ice fishing off the back of their pickup trucks...in the middle of the lake.
Other than the ice it was a gorgeous day, so once I bundled up I went out for an easy hour ride. It was great to get out and even greater to realize that it's possible to ride comfortably warm in sub-zero temperatures.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Limits
It's all about knowing your limits, right? But to know them you have to find them, and to find them you typically have to surpass them. (Which is probably why I ended up throwing up so much in my second semester of College)
Last week taught me about my limits of running:
Last week taught me about my limits of running:
- Sun - 52mins HARD - Supposed to be an off day but I felt restless and just got up and went.
- Mon - 42mins Very easy
- Tues - Off
- Weds - 41mins - Cruising
- Thurs - 37mins - Easy
- Fri - Off
- Sat - 39:20 8km XC @ Nosehill. Plus about 10mins of warmup. Obviously this was hard.
- Sun - 53mins Easy.
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