Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Darn you laundry... made me miss the most obscure question ever on Jeopardy!

And the contestant got it right!

I feel all special now, since I've spoken with the guy (via e-mail and his web forum and all). Of course, everyone on his website ( is all abuzz too.

It's the bizarre little things in life that make you happy.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Me and the Weather

I don't get it. Not that I desperately want it to get consistently really freaking cold (CRFC), but the weather here in NJ is all over the place.

Basically, I think it's somehow karmically connected to days I go out to run. For the last three weeks (or more), every time I've had a run, it's been in the mid-50's or higher. And I've been running a decent amount (at least every Tuesday, Thursday and one day during the weekend). While normally I'd be thrilled to run in shorts in late November, the problem is, based on the previous day's exposure to the weather, I convince myself at 5 a.m. that I should be getting all polypro-ed up. As soon as I step outside though, it's like a sauna. So, while I appreciate God or whoever trying to help me out with the weather on my running days, I'm clearly out of sync.

I swear, this is every time I go outside to run. At the 8k I ran on Thanksgiving -- PR by the way ;) -- I ran in shorts and a t-shirt. Yesterday, RFC (but not yet CRFC). Today... I could have been in shorts and a t-shirt again. The projection for tomorrow is freezing.

Yeesh, it's no wonder everyone in my office is sick.

Monday, November 26, 2007


I say it's okay to burn some bridges, otherwise, the people on the other side might be able to come over to you.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Returnin' to Bergen

With Hannah in Texas, we've said goodbye to our very nice, very happy, first (condo/town)house.

***Imagine a picture of our very nice, very happy, first (condo/town)house here. Until Verizon gets my DSL straightened out, there won't be any pictures.***

I'm temporarily moving back to my favorite little county in NJ - Bergen. What I suppose is more amusing is that I'm moving back to the exact same apartment Hannah and I used to live in. No, it hasn't been vacant for two years; it's just chance.

So why is Bergen county my favorite county? You'd think it would be Essex (you know, the county I grew up in), right? Essex probably would have my heart, seeing as how it's followed me around for both of my ironmans (IMWI runs through Verona, WI; Lake Placid is in Essex County, NY), if not for the fact that I had my car stolen while living there. Boo Newark, you blew it for Essex County.

So, what do I like about Bergen County? Not too much actually. It's congested, it's not inexpensive, and some of its towns have wacky blue laws. But, Bergen County is where:
-I was living when I first met Hannah
-I was living and rowing when I won at Canadian Henley
-I was living when I met most of my post-college friends
-Hannah and I had our first apartment together (see above)
-They're building a monster of a mall, that includes a giant, indoor downhill ski run -- with any luck, I'll be gone again by the time they finish it, but it looks pretty impressive in a grotesque-Great-Wall-of-China kind of way.

Sunday, November 04, 2007


In going through and packing up all our stuff for the move, it's becoming glaringly apparent that I like two things: footwear and bags. Luckily, as I'm a dude, this has manifested itself in the socially acceptable accumulation of running shoes and backpacks.

If I were a girl, my closet would probably look like, well... Hannah's. So hey, there's something else we have in common.

I don't really know when this started, and as much as I'd like to blame Hannah for corrupting me, it's not her fault. I think it's just coincidence. Before we met, the two sports I regularly participated in either didn't require footwear or you didn't supply your own.

Once I moved to triathlon, the doors were wide open.

I don't honestly believe I have too many of anything; the problem is I never seem to get rid of any of it. I tell myself I'll use the old sneakers for lawn-mowing. Of course, we don't have a lawn, and by the time we do, I'll have moved on to at least one new pair of running shoes.

I think I'm emotionally invested in all of this stuff, which is probably the real reason I haven't thrown any of it out yet. The few things I have thrown out were after a long back and forth of placing in and removing from the trash.

Luckily, the running shoes I currently love are ridiculously inexpensive. As for backpacks, ummm... at least some of them were free.