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Through years of dedication and effort I have managed to always be half-fast.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.half-fast.org/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.half-fast.org/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468885075741803050/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875001377964050508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HlvkU1dLCE/SJsnlWOMr4I/AAAAAAAAAy0/WhacKwR8itE/s1600-R/Profile.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>613</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/half-fast" /><feedburner:info uri="half-fast" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://add.my.yahoo.com/rss?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fhalf-fast" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/us/my/addtomyyahoo4.gif">Subscribe with My Yahoo!</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.newsgator.com/ngs/subscriber/subext.aspx?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fhalf-fast" src="http://www.newsgator.com/images/ngsub1.gif">Subscribe with NewsGator</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://feeds.my.aol.com/add.jsp?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fhalf-fast" src="http://o.aolcdn.com/favorites.my.aol.com/webmaster/ffclient/webroot/locale/en-US/images/myAOLButtonSmall.gif">Subscribe with My AOL</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://feeds.feedburner.com/half-fast" src="http://www.bloglines.com/images/sub_modern11.gif">Subscribe with Bloglines</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.netvibes.com/subscribe.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fhalf-fast" src="http://www.netvibes.com/img/add2netvibes.gif">Subscribe with Netvibes</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fhalf-fast" src="http://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif">Subscribe with Google</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.pageflakes.com/subscribe.aspx?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2Fhalf-fast" src="http://www.pageflakes.com/ImageFile.ashx?instanceId=Static_4&amp;fileName=ATP_blu_91x17.gif">Subscribe with Pageflakes</feedburner:feedFlare><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYGQXw_fCp7ImA9WhRXFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-2204265839670325330</id><published>2011-12-21T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T07:02:00.244-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-21T07:02:00.244-07:00</app:edited><title>How to Trim Your Tree</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You’ve no doubt already trimmed your tree which means this advice is probably too late but that really doesn’t matter because it’s not going to be very good advice anyway so why do you care that it’s too late? You see what I did there? I made it look like you, the reader, were an ass for being picky about my advice being both awful and late; this is how you move to the top of the corporate food chain, kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wT39ikPHGNA/TvDU78tRbFI/AAAAAAAABiY/sCaQwRnCvZ0/s1600/medaltree.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wT39ikPHGNA/TvDU78tRbFI/AAAAAAAABiY/sCaQwRnCvZ0/s200/medaltree.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;What better way for a runner to decorate their tree than to do it with race medals? Not only are your medals festive and shiny but they come with a handy ribbon already attached. Plus, now you have the perfect opportunity to tell all the guests at your Christmas party the story behind every triumphant race. Spare no detail because people love it when you talk about yourself. It’s joyous and self-aggrandizing all at the same time, just like Christmas is supposed to be! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You see, the kind people at Saucony decided that I’m exactly the kind of person that should be testing and writing about their new Saucony 8mm drop shoes. I was as surprised as you are, probably more so because the last time they sent me shoes I went out of my way &lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/2011/06/these-shoes-dont-need-no-alibi.html"&gt;to call them ugly&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;em&gt;the shoes not the people at Saucony&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5kFvGyV0N-E/TufQbrOhVUI/AAAAAAAABh8/VHwig-BQBFE/s1600/SauconyG5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5kFvGyV0N-E/TufQbrOhVUI/AAAAAAAABh8/VHwig-BQBFE/s200/SauconyG5.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When I took my new Saucony Guide 5s out of the box it was love at first sight. Unlike the last pair of Saucony shoes these are not uglier than a batman villain nor do they look like part of Boy Wonder’s costume. How running shoes look is important to me because I’m a very superficial person. I can afford to be superficial about my shoes because I’ve run in so many different types and brands of shoes and have almost never had any problems (&lt;em&gt;*cough*Mizuno sucks!*cough*&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;However, since I know that some of you like to pretend that you don’t judge a book by its cover let me tell you about Saucony’s new line of 8mm drop shoes. The line includes the Guide 5, the Triumph 9 and the Hurricane 14, together they form the Justice League; fighting crime wherever it exists. These shoes all have an 8mm heel-to-toe drop as opposed to the more typical 12mm. Basic math eludes me, but my assistant tells me that’s a difference of 4mm or, to put it in perspective, the size of my tiny,&amp;nbsp;banker heart. According to Saucony this difference &lt;em&gt;“puts the runner in a more balanced, comfortable and powerful position without reducing cushioning or stability. Also, runners can more easily adjust their stride to a midfoot strike, aligning the lower body to absorb impact.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I’ve never been a fan of messing with your stride and foot strike unless you’re seeing frequent overuse injuries, but if you are going to start adjusting your foot strike it’s best to make small, incremental changes. These shoes would be a good starting point for someone who was looking to gradually change their foot strike or make the switch to barefoot running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The shoes are really comfortable to run in and to sit around and watch football in – they’re a double threat! They’re lighter than my other shoes at 10.2 oz &lt;em&gt;(yes I weighed them)&lt;/em&gt;. They don’t feel like they’re altering my stride as radically as the Saucony Hattoris did and they’ve made me roughly 25% faster! &lt;em&gt;(Blatant lie!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Many thanks to Saucony for the free shoes. Your move, Pearl Izumi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For more on the geometry of these new Saucony shoes check out &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/BMO5galsiS8"&gt;this video on YouTube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-893454270602663463?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3running.com/sportsbras-vs-speedos"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mp3running.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/SpeedosvsSportsBras.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3running.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Running Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So, why did they title it Sports Bras vs. Speedos? Who runs in Speedos? I might have to try it, they’ve got to be more comfortable than running in these cargo shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-3379142687166827709?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The Adidas miCoach Connect heart rate monitor syncs with the miCoach app which is available for your iPhone, iPod Touch, Android device and even your antiquated Blackberry. Setup is quick and easy and there’s even a 12 minute assessment workout that you go through so that the miCoach can figure out your various heart rate zones and paces. That’s how it works in theory, but when I was done with my assessment it told me that it could not figure out my paces because they all looked like the same slow pace. I tried the assessment again making sure to start out nice and slow and it worked better the second time. Who’d have thought that I don’t put much distinction between a level 5 effort and a level 10 effort? Those are both out of 100, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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Here’s some pros and cons:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pros&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The App is free and so is the miCoach account that you create when you sign up.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Workouts are automatically uploaded to you online account when you finish.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I can analyze the crap out of my runs even more now.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Easy to use.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It provides a real time review of my effort level. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;It tells me when I can slow down.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cons&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It sometimes tells me to speed up, this does not elicit a positive reaction.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You have to wear that thing around your chest, though it does allow me to predictably say “I’ve got something I’ve got to get off my chest,” every time I get home. Yes, every time. My wife can vouch for that.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;That’s about it. It really is one of my favorite running apps, even when I don’t use the heart rate monitor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-1809204297853692609?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My days are numbered. No, not in terms of life, in terms of continuing to be faster than my boys. David and Graham ran the Granby Gutbuster 5k over the summer. Their previous 5k PRs were both in the 37 minute range but they managed to complete it in 30:13 and 33:20. That was good enough to put David &lt;i&gt;(age 8)&lt;/i&gt; 3rd in the Under 12 age group and Graham &lt;i&gt;(age 6)&lt;/i&gt; 5th. Our families keep telling us that we obviously passed on the running talent to our kids but I’m starting to suspect that these aren’t my children because I don’t have any running talent. I have to work very hard at running to be this mediocre. I’m the 99% of running talent. &lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, Candis and I ran the Denver Half Marathon last month. Naturally, I managed to roll an ankle right in the middle of my training and couldn’t run for a month &lt;i&gt;(see first paragraph)&lt;/i&gt;. I finished in 2:08 and Candis in 2:12. Those are hardly the times of ‘talented’ runners. We are middle-of-the-packers for life, not to be confused with the extremely talented Green Bay Packers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-2658962914096371728?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Without all of the adrenaline and energy that goes along with waiting for a race I became very aware of how tired I felt. I decided that what I needed was some coffee. Coffee soon turned into coffee and donuts and when I decided that I shouldn’t eat any more donuts I bought two dozen donut holes, or as I prefer to call them ‘little balls of heaven’ to take back to the friends with whom we were spending the weekend. Unfortunately not all of the little balls of heaven survived the trip.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I got back to the place we were staying I found our kind hostess in the kitchen making a hot breakfast and so I traded in 18 donut holes for some eggs, bacon and hashbrowns and there might have been a pancake or two in there as well. I really don’t remember at this point, I just know that it was a good trade.&lt;br /&gt;
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That’s how my Independence Day started, and it ended with the lamest fireworks display that you’ve ever seen. You can suck me sideways, Breckenridge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-607849745942433783?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Candis and I ran this race last year and I really enjoyed it, Candis not so much. That explains why she’s sleeping in this July 4th and I’m running it by myself. I have no idea how fast I’ll be able to run it since it’s a tough course and last year Candis and I took it pretty easy, even walking through some of the steep climbs. I think I’ll be happy with anything under 60 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So, what about all of you? Are you doing anything &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; for the 4th are you running a race?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-666192222516560253?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1DShdBR8vs/TgNhUOjLmpI/AAAAAAAABf4/HmHfIj03lO8/s1600/uglyshoes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1DShdBR8vs/TgNhUOjLmpI/AAAAAAAABf4/HmHfIj03lO8/s200/uglyshoes.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I missed the part of the e-mail where they told me that these were minimalist shoes and also the part where they told me that the shoes were hideous. I used to have a pair of water shoes that I wore to the beach when I was a kid that looked just like these and every time I see pictures of myself wearing them I cringe. As you can see from the picture the shoes don’t have laces they use Velcro to attach themselves to your feet. That would be really cool if I needed to get them on quickly for an emergency, like if my boat was sinking over a rocky seabed but even then I’d probably still look around to see if I could borrow a pair of my wife’s shoes first. &lt;em&gt;(Full disclosure: I do not own a boat.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I’m probably not a great test subject for these kind of shoes because I really like my running shoes to correct my over-pronation. I like the motion control, the stability and the heel cushioning that my current shoes provide and I like to feel the reverberations crash up my leg as my heel strikes the pavement first. It just feels right.&amp;nbsp;I guess I’m not much of a minimalist. In fact I’d go so far as to say that I’m a maximalist; it’s the American way! I want a bigger house, a faster car, more money and bigger shoes that do more for me. More is always better! &lt;em&gt;(Notable exceptions: bikinis and cavities.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nevertheless, I wanted to give Saucony a fair shake and try the shoes because despite the tone of this post I really do like Saucony. Naturally, before running in minimalist shoes for the first time I wanted to take some precautions so I made sure to go run when I thought the fewest amount of people would be around to see me in these disastrously ugly shoes. I also took my dog with me so that anyone that did see me would look at the cute dog and not notice my ugly, ugly shoes. Initially I felt like I was coming down hard on my heel but that went away after only a quarter mile. I went 4 miles and felt fairly confident that I hadn’t changed my stride too drastically but for the next couple of days my calves were screaming so I had obviously been compensating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aodkc2WMrpQ/TgNhVo2DJEI/AAAAAAAABf8/vcDiokqeDFE/s1600/uglyshoes2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aodkc2WMrpQ/TgNhVo2DJEI/AAAAAAAABf8/vcDiokqeDFE/s200/uglyshoes2.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;While I’m not a fan of the shoes or of minimalist running in general I am a fan of strengthening my calves so I’ll probably continue to take short sporadic runs in the Saucony Hattori shoes, but mostly after dark when no one’s around to see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If you’re looking for a good review of these shoes by someone who is actually a minimalist you should check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://minimalistrunningshoes.org/saucony-hattori-shoe-review"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;http://minimalistrunningshoes.org/saucony-hattori-shoe-review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cTns89zWyBQ/Tft_Zb-YAOI/AAAAAAAABfc/vqZmMXJsGWQ/s1600/Ian1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cTns89zWyBQ/Tft_Zb-YAOI/AAAAAAAABfc/vqZmMXJsGWQ/s320/Ian1.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That guy in green is waving goodbye to me because that’s the last he’d ever see of me. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpL7igDxfKI/Tft_bUU68XI/AAAAAAAABfg/SV1dFdfPJW4/s1600/IanFinish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpL7igDxfKI/Tft_bUU68XI/AAAAAAAABfg/SV1dFdfPJW4/s320/IanFinish.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sprinting, yes SPRINTING to the finish!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulating the guy that&amp;nbsp;SPRINTED with me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nAl9E8sSp8/Tft_gMsKVaI/AAAAAAAABfs/nG3saP7W2iQ/s1600/Candis1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nAl9E8sSp8/Tft_gMsKVaI/AAAAAAAABfs/nG3saP7W2iQ/s320/Candis1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Candis sprinting to the finish. (Lowercase ‘sprinting’ because she’s not as fast as I am… or as boastful.)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1hin867CGTg/TfuCH92xtfI/AAAAAAAABf0/I8jocao6bMQ/s1600/Candis2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1hin867CGTg/TfuCH92xtfI/AAAAAAAABf0/I8jocao6bMQ/s320/Candis2.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;That guy in orange is directly behind Candis in so very many of Candis’s race pictures. Why I oughta’…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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﻿﻿﻿&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There’s also video of me finishing at this &lt;a href="http://www2.brightroom.com/79529/DD419"&gt;link here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;(6 seconds in, right side of the screen).&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;It must have been slowed down so runners could pick themselves out because I know I was running faster than that, especially at the end when I was SPRINTING. I think it’s pretty cool that they’re showing that video in slo mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-5384067468445510658?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Let’s get straight to the point. I’m still the top dog in this house. I’m still the hombre that wears the pants around here. I’m still the one calling the shots. I’m the lead dog, the head honcho, the big kahuna, the top banana, numero uno. When it comes to the Bolder Boulder I still finish before my wife, and yes I like to think that the clarification at the start of this sentence was necessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;On Memorial Day weekend Candis and I ran the Bolder Boulder 10k in 57:07 and 53:28 respectively. For Candis it was a disappointing time, though still the second best time she’s posted in a 10k. For me it was a major relief, and coincidentally my second best time in a 10k. &lt;em&gt;(Side note: I’m going to start using the term P2B to represent a Personal 2nd Best and I’m going to celebrate P2Bs with the same gusto that I normally reserve for PRs. After all, this is a sport in which we hand out finisher medals and that’s basically just the same as a participation medal. Maybe I’ll eventually start celebrating P3Bs and P4Bs too because that’s the kind of inspirational go-getter that I am!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Race&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I pulled ahead of Candis in the early stages of the first mile and told myself that I would not turn and look back for her. The entire race I imagined that she was just a few paces behind me waiting to make her move but I didn’t want Candis to think that I was worried even though that’s the only thing that was keeping me going. Whenever I started to tire or slow down I imagined Candis surging past me and I found that visualization exercise to be quite motivational. In fact, I may make Candis run behind me in all my races from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It wasn’t until I crossed the 6 mile mark and headed down into Folsom Field that I began to feel confident that Candis wasn’t going to catch me. I sprinted to the finish weaving in and out of slower runners until some guy&amp;nbsp;accepted my challenge and we sped towards the tape, matching each other stride for stride. We crossed the line in a tie and gave each other a congratulatory handshake, and when I say that we tied I say that the same way a guy who’s just been dumped by the woman he loves says that the decision to end the relationship was mutual. I think in both situations you can probably read between the lines and see what happened but the classy thing to do is just agree with the guy that it was mutual. We finished the race mutually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Finally, here is the updated chart of our times over the years. This is more for my enjoyment than anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course the big question for BB10k 2011 is whether this is the year that Candis actually beats me. I’m hoping that the answer to that question is a resounding no, hell, I’d settle for a scrawny no or a feeble no just as long as it’s a no. I’m just not sure that my ego could take it if she beat me and it just makes it worse knowing that you’re all rooting for her. All your ‘Team Candis’ comments from last year just serve to engorge my determination &lt;em&gt;(it’s almost at half mast!)&lt;/em&gt;. Failure is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;
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This year’s race plan is simple: stay ahead of or with Candis and outkick her at the finish. In past years I have had a detailed race plan broken down by mile and elevation and while that worked well in 2008 it has not been successful in subsequent years. Some things just aren’t as successful the second time around; think of Harrelson and Snipes in &lt;em&gt;Money Train&lt;/em&gt;, Gere and Roberts in &lt;em&gt;Runaway Bride&lt;/em&gt;, Farley and Spade in &lt;em&gt;Black Sheep&lt;/em&gt; or Keanu and anyone in anything - all examples of things that were successful once but failed spectacularly the second time around. And yes, I do think it’s a good idea to base my race strategy on Hollywood movie couplings, but it’s probably too brilliant for you to understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-1844127818942582486?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Of course, if Candis beats me this year then I’ll officially change my position and join the ranks of the elitist runners who sneer at the BB10k. I’ve been looking for something to sneer at for a while now so it will be the perfect excuse. You may remember that after the race last year I charted out my results and compared them to Candis’s results, but you probably don’t so here’s that chart again.&lt;br /&gt;
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After I put this up last year I vowed to train so very, very hard for the BB10k this year so as not to allow those lines to cross. You know that it’s bad if you &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jyaLZHiJJnE"&gt;cross the streams&lt;/a&gt;, right? How bad? &lt;em&gt;“Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light.”&lt;/em&gt; However, it turns out that vowing to train hard and &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; training hard are two different things and lately my training can be summed up with one simple word: meh. It’s not even a real word which is appropriate as my training as of late is not even real training. &lt;br /&gt;
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What I need now more than ever is a Runners World magazine that unlocks the secrets of training and shows me ‘How to Run My Best 10k in Just 5 Weeks.’ I’m going to assume that they’ve already covered that topic multiple times and search through all my issues until I find it. &lt;br /&gt;
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In past years Candis and I have ended up starting in different waves which means it’s never really been a head to head race, but this year will be different. I’m not about to run this thing without knowing how fast she’s running it. You see, no matter how ill-prepared you are for a race I imagine you get an incredible surge of adrenaline when your wife passes you, at least that’s what I’m counting on. That and a superior race strategy. Actually, it will be interesting to race it head to head because of the different race strategies we’ll both undoubtedly use. Will one of us throw in a few surges to try and discourage the other person? Perhaps. Will Candis try to be fast during the first mile knowing that I like to take it slower on that first mile? Maybe. Will one of us try to rely on a strong finishing kick? It’s possible. Will I resort to childish name calling and psychological warfare if I get passed? Most definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-6906751630575604570?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I frequently get e-mails asking me to tell my readers about a new running product or post an informational video.  In exchange for the post the e-mailer will be sure to send me some hi-res pictures of the product or of the celebrity spokesperson that I can use in the post and then I’m forced to send them &lt;a href="http://thebloggess.com/heres-a-picture-of-wil-wheaton-collating-papers/"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; which was kindly put together by &lt;a href="http://www.thebloggess.com/"&gt;The Bloggess&lt;/a&gt;.  By the way, if you don’t already follow The Bloggess then you really should and if your reader is full then just go ahead and delete this blog to make room for it.  You’ll be glad you did.  OK, don’t delete this blog but definitely delete &lt;a href="http://feetmeetstreet.blogspot.com/"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://boozehoundsinc.blogspot.com/"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;, even if you have plenty of room in your reader.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I received a refreshing e-mail from Annalisa at Improv Asylum and all she really said was &lt;i&gt;‘hey, here’s a video about what goes through your head when you run, tell me what you think.’&lt;/i&gt; I’m paraphrasing but that was the gist of it.  No offer to give me a link back from a blog they host, no request for me to share it with my readers, just a simple let us know what you think.  Being the hardened cynic that I am, I was prepared for the worst but found myself laughing out loud before it was over.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoy the video below, and then let’s meet in the comments to nitpick the minor flaws because that’s always the fun part of any video posted on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back in September of last year we lost our 11 year old Alaskan Malamute to a combination of illnesses and old age and it’s not an exaggeration to say that our family was devastated. &lt;em&gt;(Pictures and stories about him &lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/2008/04/running-on-my-off-day.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/2007/04/running-with-son-of.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/em&gt; Initially I told Candis I wouldn’t be able to own another dog for at least a year and she heartily agreed, suggesting that it might be even longer. After a month and a half without a dog the house was feeling pretty empty and we started looking at animal shelter websites. Two weeks after that we were visiting animal shelters in person and fell in love with a 9 month old Boxer/Australian Cattle Dog mix. I’d like to introduce you to the newest member of our family and my new running partner, Radar:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why did we name him Radar? Take a look at those ears!&lt;br /&gt;
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Other than the pooping he’s been great to run with thus far. It only took him a couple of months &lt;em&gt;(and a lot of cursing)&lt;/em&gt; to figure out that I didn’t want him to cross right in front of me while we’re running. He’s also picked up this annoying habit of pooping twice when we run in the mornings which was especially unfortunate the first couple of times since I was only carrying one poop bag. True story, one time he pooped on the lawn in front of a competitor bank and I happily left it there. Do you ever wonder what dogs are thinking when they see us picking up their fecal matter? Do they think we’re saving it for some reason or collecting it? It must seem weird. &lt;br /&gt;
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I’ll leave you with one final picture of him trying to look like Scooby Doo.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the things that happens as you get older other than the fun new games you get to play like &lt;em&gt;‘gray hair or sun bleached hair?’&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;‘hey, I’ve never noticed hair growing there before’&lt;/em&gt; is that your evenings seem to fill up with all manner of family activities that prevent you from running. My kids are 6 and 7 and they love sports and I love that they love sports but you know what I don’t love? Practices. Just call me Allen Iverson. They’re 21 months apart which means that they play at different age levels and have different practice nights and we move from basketball to soccer to baseball to flag football to indoor soccer and then back to basketball to start ALL OVER AGAIN. We actually had them convinced not to play basketball this season and I was looking forward to some more me time but then their school friends convinced them that they should play. It just doesn’t stop, and more importantly it’s really interfering with daddy’s running. And don’t even get me started on the concerts, plays, parent teacher conferences and puppy training classes that fill up the rest of the evenings. &lt;br /&gt;
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If I don’t get a run in first thing in the morning then it’s not happening and I’m not going to lie, there have been plenty of days lately where it hasn’t happened. Of course with daylight savings coming up next weekend it will start to get easier to run in the evenings &lt;em&gt;(read: easier to hit the snooze button)&lt;/em&gt;. Morning running, ha! More like mo&lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt;rning running, amiright?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-2490240154549812623?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Apparently there is a company called &lt;a href="http://sheddableshell.com/"&gt;Sheddable Shell&lt;/a&gt; that sells tear away marathon pants and jackets. They’ll keep you warm when you’re standing in the starting corral on those chilly mornings and make you look hot when you tear them off like a Chippendale dancer. I NEED some of these pants! The question that I have is whether you can put the pants back together again once they’ve been torn away because I’d like to practice tearing them away before race day. I want to get really good at it so that when I do it on race day in front of crowd it’s sure to be a show stopper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The website says that the jackets can be customized but what about the pants?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I’d like it to say “POW!” or “BAM!” over the crotch to help me get my message across, and maybe have my URL across the butt. That way whoever finds the pants can make their way back to Half-Fast and see pictures of the handsome devil that shed his pants at mile 2 and maybe some video of me shedding the pants set to Marvin Gaye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I would also like to offer some advice to whoever is in charge of the marketing effort for Sheddable Shell. Why no videos of the tear away pants being torn away? There’s so much potential for viral videos there. You could have videos of hot sculpted runners tearing away their pants to reveal their toned legs or videos of runners tearing away their pants and falling down as they try to do it without stopping running. Then to really summit the mountain of viral marketing you could have a blooper reel of sexy runners ripping their pants off and oops... they forgot to put on anything underneath! We’d tastefully blur that out of course but maybe you could even make a little extra dough on the side selling the un-edited version of the blooper reel. If I’ve learned anything about the internets, and I’d like to think I have, it’s that these are the kind of videos that go viral and get you tons of free publicity. As soon as I get myself a pair of these awesome tear-away pants I plan on making lots and lots of videos. Hmmmm... perhaps I should work on getting rid of this &lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/2011/01/running-yeah-i-do-that.html"&gt;“weighted vest”&lt;/a&gt; before I shoot my videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Anyway, they probably don’t need to advertise at all now since I’ve mentioned the tear-away pants on Half-Fast and enlightened literally dozens of people to this awesome new product.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Perhaps instead of spending all that money on advertising they could send me a free pair of the pants. Also if they’re reading this I’d like a pair of the pants for my wife too... not for running but for something else I’ve been wanting to try. I’ve said too much haven’t I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-8300262121037023759?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The good news in this whole situation is that the running I have been doing I’ve been doing in a weighted vest. Actually it’s not so much a weighted vest as it is an extra layer of fat that I’ve attained from not running.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nitmos has his “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://feetmeetstreet.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheeto-layer.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;cheeto layer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;” and I have my “weighted vest.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Of course I can’t just take off my weighted vest when I’m done running so I end up doing everything in my “weighted vest” during the cold winter months and I mean everything.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Candis is so lucky to have me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;To make up for not running I have been regularly participating in a rigorous core workout, if you’ll accept coughing until my eyeballs pop out and my abs lock up as a rigorous core workout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I’ve also started logging my runs again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I quit doing that sometime last year which was probably a bad sign.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I got myself the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://runkeeper.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Runkeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; App which is pretty cool and I’ve been using it to track and analyze all my runs this year.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It seems to be pretty accurate although I swear I’ve heard it snicker when telling me my average pace on at least a couple of occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-566377882830535256?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.half-fast.org/feeds/566377882830535256/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5468885075741803050&amp;postID=566377882830535256&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468885075741803050/posts/default/566377882830535256?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468885075741803050/posts/default/566377882830535256?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/half-fast/~3/otqErL5LS-c/running-yeah-i-do-that.html" title="Running:  Yeah, I do that" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875001377964050508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HlvkU1dLCE/SJsnlWOMr4I/AAAAAAAAAy0/WhacKwR8itE/s1600-R/Profile.JPG" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.half-fast.org/2011/01/running-yeah-i-do-that.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8MQX4zcCp7ImA9Wx9WFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-8565598899175494163</id><published>2011-01-19T06:48:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T06:48:00.088-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-19T06:48:00.088-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="morons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I do not think that word means what you think it means" /><title>Wham, Bam, Thank you Spam!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I get a lot of spam comments on this blog.&amp;nbsp; Very few of those comments ever see the light of day thanks to Blogger’s spam detection software and comment moderation on older posts.&amp;nbsp; Those comments that do get through are sent to my e-mail and I quickly delete anything that looks like spam or has &lt;a href="http://feetmeetstreet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nitmos&lt;/a&gt; listed as the author.&amp;nbsp; Since I have a smartphone I can even do this on the go. These draconian measures are über-effective but sometimes I lament that you don’t get to enjoy all of the spam because the spam is very often entertaining in its own right.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes they even provide me hours of fun as I try to unravel exactly what was meant by the spam comment.&amp;nbsp; Obviously the bulk of these spam comments are written in another language and then translated into English, which means they’re probably written by foreigners and that’s unfortunate because it just reinforces my belief that foreigners are not to be trusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spam comments are kind of like that episode of Friends where Joey learns to use a thesaurus. &amp;nbsp;In the episode he writes a letter changing every word to bigger word with the help of the thesaurus until it doesn’t make any sense, which I guess means he didn’t really &lt;i&gt;learn&lt;/i&gt; to use a thesaurus after all, but you get my point.&amp;nbsp; Joey is trying to explain that his friends have big hearts and he ends up writing that they have ‘full-sized aortic pumps’ which sounds like something Mrs. Bigfoot wears with her little black dress.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(You might have to think about that one.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, if you get spam all day, every day like I do here’s a fun little game you can play; try to reverse-engineer the sentence to figure out what the comment originally said before it was run over by a thesaurus or online translator.&amp;nbsp; If you don’t get any spam then you can play along with the comment below that I received, but before you do I’d like to point out that you’re obviously not as important as I am since you’re not inundated with spam like I am.&amp;nbsp; I assure you that I did not make up or edit the following comment in any way.&amp;nbsp; Note: underlined words are the ones that need to be changed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;unceasingly&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;dig&lt;/u&gt; reading &lt;u&gt;dignity&lt;/u&gt; articles by an &lt;u&gt;singular&lt;/u&gt; who is &lt;u&gt;simply&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;up to snuff&lt;/u&gt; on their &lt;u&gt;chosen subject&lt;/u&gt;. I’ll be watching this &lt;u&gt;string&lt;/u&gt; with much interest. &lt;u&gt;Conserve&lt;/u&gt; up the &lt;u&gt;spacious&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;produce&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;dream&lt;/u&gt; of &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;next&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;occasionally&lt;/u&gt; &lt;place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;country-region w:st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/country-region&gt;&lt;/place&gt; escort [link redacted]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here’s what I’ve come up with so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;always like&lt;/b&gt; reading &lt;b&gt;important&lt;/b&gt; articles by an &lt;b&gt;individual &lt;/b&gt;who is &lt;b&gt;clearly&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/b&gt; in their &lt;b&gt;field&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I’ll be watching this &lt;b&gt;thread&lt;/b&gt; with much interest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Keep&lt;/b&gt; up the &lt;b&gt;great work&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;imagine&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;yourself&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;alongside a rare&lt;/b&gt; &lt;place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;country-region w:st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/country-region&gt;&lt;/place&gt; &lt;b&gt;whore&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;OK, I’ll admit that the whore substitution at the end was just for fun,&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; but that has to be close to what they were going for, right?&amp;nbsp; I  still can’t quite get the last half of that final sentence, but the  highlight of it for me is ‘conserve up the spacious produce’ because I  can totally picture someone trying to make ‘keep up the great work’  sound smarter and coming up with that phrase.&amp;nbsp; I think that  ‘conserve up the spacious produce’ just jumped up to number two on my  list of favorite phrases, right behind bingo bango bongo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I had a nickel for every time I’ve uttered the phrase “the whore substitution at the end was just for fun” then I’d have $22 right now, but only because I have $21.90 in my pocket already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-8565598899175494163?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;This year I’m actually going to try something different in my approach. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I’m not going to have any goals for 2011. &lt;em&gt;(Note: Do not try this line with your boss it goes over about as well as it would if you tried to switch my regular coffee to Folgers - blech!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;However, since I’m the boss on this blog I have the final say, and I say: No goals in 2011.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve never really been motivated by writing down my goals and setting high expectations for myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m more of a fly by the seat of my pants and see where we end up kind of guy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This year I’m going to be a free spirit, just blowing wherever the wind takes me. I’ll still run, I’ll still work hard to get faster but I’m not going to beat myself up for failing to reach arbitrary goals that I set while high on the enthusiasm of a fresh start just because I had to switch out my calendar with a new one.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Note to self: switch out your calendar with a new one.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;2011 is all about low expectations and no failures.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It will be the year of aiming low and surprising myself. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I’ll not be disappointed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps my motto this year will be ‘nothing to aim for, nothing to miss.’&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Having no goals this year sure made this ‘Goals for 2011’ post much easier to write although it’s going to make writing a year in review post a lot harder at the end of the year.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-2166934790038030760?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It seems like everyone does a year in review post and I hate being the same as everyone else but how can you pass up the old year in review post?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You can’t, as evidenced by the fact that I’ve done a year in review post &lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/2007/12/requisite-year-in-review-post.html"&gt;every&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/2008/12/year-in-review.html"&gt;single&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/2010/01/2009-year-in-review.html"&gt;year&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/2007/12/requisite-year-in-review-post.html"&gt;of&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/2008/12/year-in-review.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/2010/01/2009-year-in-review.html"&gt;blog’s&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/2007/12/requisite-year-in-review-post.html"&gt;stinking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/2008/12/year-in-review.html"&gt;existence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, some of those links are duplicitous because this blog has only existed for 3½ years but it seemed more emphatic to link every word.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And just because I disappeared for 6 months of the year is no reason to not review the year, believe it or not I was still running even though I was not here telling you about it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On top of that the year in review post is an easy one to write.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You simply repost your goals from last year, giving excuses for the ones you missed and patting yourself on the back for the ones you accomplished.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The only thing you really have to work at is an introductory paragraph... well would you look at that... it practically wrote itself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(If only the title would write itself too, lazy title!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2010 Goals&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;(as posted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/2010/01/goals-resolutions-and-various-other.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Post more frequently this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; - I swear I’m not making that one up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That was the first goal I posted last year and I even talked about writing 200 posts this year. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Obviously 33 posts is not going to be enough to call this a success.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not off to a good start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Run a sub 50 minute 10k &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;- Nope.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;0 for 2.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I only ran one 10k and I ran it in 54:something.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t even care enough to go look it up or link to the post where I discussed it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Haven’t I already linked to enough posts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Set a new Half &lt;place w:st="on"&gt;Marathon&lt;/place&gt; PR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; - YES!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am awesome!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;1 for 3!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No linking to that post either since it is the previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Set a new 5k PR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; - Nope.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nuh-Uh.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Didn’t do it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;1 for 4.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This is getting depressing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Why do people write these posts again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Run some different races&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; Yes!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;2 for 5!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I ran the Crossroads Half-Marathon and a couple new 5ks that I hadn’t run before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="NoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Wait?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That’s it?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Where are all the other goals?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I really only set 5 goals for last year?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What’s truly unbelievable is that in almost every year that I’ve set goals &lt;em&gt;(except for 2010 I guess)&lt;/em&gt; I’ve included ‘win an age group award’ as one of the goals.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In 2010 I didn’t include it as a goal and it actually happened.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I took 1st place in my age group at the Hawk Hustle 5k.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Why wasn’t that a goal this year?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You know what, I’m going to go ahead and give myself an extra credit point for winning that age group award which puts me at&amp;nbsp;3 for 5.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And now that I think of it, PRing the half marathon was a HUGE deal to me and really deserves to be worth 2 points instead of 1 which brings me to 4 out of 5.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So there you have it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I scored 80% on the year for my 2010 goals, that’s a solid B+ &lt;em&gt;(I’m grading on a curve)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wow!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What an awesome year 2010 was for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I really rocked it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Here’s to 2011.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ll call it a success if it can be even half as successful as 2010 was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-1031825355838382983?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Back in September Candis and I ran the Crossroads Half Marathon in scenic &lt;i&gt;*snicker*&lt;/i&gt; Fort Collins and we both set new PRs.&amp;nbsp; However, since I was not posting back in September I didn’t get to &lt;strike&gt;boast&lt;/strike&gt; regale you with the tale of&amp;nbsp; &lt;strike&gt;my&lt;/strike&gt; our triumphs.&amp;nbsp; Here is the most belated race report you will ever skim over before posting a disingenuous “congrats” in the comments.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Going into the race my long runs had been averaging a 9:30 pace which left me optimistic that I could get under the 2 hour mark &lt;i&gt;(a 9:09 pace)&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It had been 2 &lt;i&gt;(two!)&lt;/i&gt; years since I broke the 2 hour mark in a half marathon and that was on a race that descended 1,000 feet from start to finish.&amp;nbsp; Due to my tempo runs being vastly more successful than my long runs my plan was to run the first half at a comfortable pace and then run the second half at a high tempo pace as though it were a training run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mistakes aplenty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HlvkU1dLCE/TSQIGuyAo8I/AAAAAAAABew/1iMxE5oN8Sk/s1600/FUSteveJobs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HlvkU1dLCE/TSQIGuyAo8I/AAAAAAAABew/1iMxE5oN8Sk/s200/FUSteveJobs.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot to start my watch for the first minute or two of the race.&amp;nbsp; I then compounded this mistake by running back to Candis so she could tell me how much time I needed to add.&amp;nbsp; This seemed like a good idea at the time but I realize now that it might not have been my smartest decision. &amp;nbsp; I forgot my sunglasses.&amp;nbsp; I forgot my sunblock.&amp;nbsp; I managed to delete the playlist I was trying to shuffle, though I think I can pin that one on Steve Jobs.&amp;nbsp; It was not a good start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I settle down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Due to my early mistakes and my clumsy attempts to calculate my actual time and distance and then my rehashing of my mistakes ad nauseum it took me a while to settle into an easy pace.&amp;nbsp; I finally managed to get comfortable and I tried to remember everyone that was passing me, telling myself to let them go and catch them later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Just before the 5 mile mark a cute girl wearing a CamelBak ran up beside me and asked me what our time and distance was.&amp;nbsp; It was a simple question but I managed to stammer through the answer and I breathlessly tried to explain that I had started my watch late.&amp;nbsp; I then subtracted from the distance instead of adding to it and ended up telling her that we were at 4 ½ miles.&amp;nbsp; No sooner had I said that we rounded a corner and passed the 5 mile marker.&amp;nbsp; “Your watch is way off,” she said, and so was she, leaving me to contemplate my suaveness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;egO face?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am a passing machine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I hit what I calculated &lt;i&gt;(probably incorrectly)&lt;/i&gt; was the halfway point in the race and started to pick up my pace.&amp;nbsp; The field was pretty spread out and I was moving from one group to the next, passing people with authority.&amp;nbsp; A few people tried to keep up but I was determined to drop people as I passed them and each time I passed them I think I had a tiny ego orgasm.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that's overstating it a little bit.&amp;nbsp; In any case, I was running a lot faster than was necessary to get under 2 hours and considered slowing down to ensure I wouldn't run out of gas in the last few miles but I was having too much fun picking people off to slow down.&amp;nbsp; "Screw it," I told myself, "I'm going for the PR."&amp;nbsp; I was terrified I was going to end up walking the final mile and see the clock tick past 2 hrs long before I crossed the finish.&amp;nbsp; A little voice in my head told me to back off and just take the 2 hour victory but I could not be reasoned with.&amp;nbsp; I was going for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am invigorated by my own gusto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;It was thrilling to be throwing caution to the wind and just running as fast as I could.&amp;nbsp; It was even more thrilling when I realized that I had the cute CamelBak girl in my sights.&amp;nbsp; I wondered if I should say anything to her as I passed &lt;i&gt;(“have you slowed down?”) &lt;/i&gt;but decided against it.&amp;nbsp; As I passed her she glanced at me and offered up an approving nod and a high five.&amp;nbsp; “What’s our time and distance?” she asked again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;“I don’t know,” I replied with a shrug “my watch is way off.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;With a couple of miles left my legs were starting to feel like dead weights but I managed to will myself to my fastest mile of the day &lt;i&gt;(8:11)&lt;/i&gt; for the final mile of the course.&amp;nbsp; I crossed the finish line and forgot to look at the official time though I did remember to stop my watch; a move that was as useless as a BP cleanup crew.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(Are we past the cutoff for BP jokes being funny/current?)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; I knew that I was under 2 hours and depending on how much time I added for starting my watch late I knew that a PR was going to be close.&amp;nbsp; When the official times were posted I had managed a 6 second PR.&amp;nbsp; 1:56:39.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Those of you that have followed this blog for any length of time know that it had been a while since I’d posted a PR at any distance and it felt great, orgasmic even.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and then Candis went and showed me up by beating her former PR by 8 &lt;i&gt;(eight!) &lt;/i&gt;minutes with a 2:09:20.&amp;nbsp; Of course she didn’t have to overcome the adversity that I did that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Full disclosure:&amp;nbsp; When I was checking the posted results for my official time the cute girl with the CamelBak was there &lt;i&gt;(sans CamelBak)&lt;/i&gt; looking for her time and despite crossing the line a minute or so after me she actually posted a faster time than me, by 21 seconds.&amp;nbsp; Curses!&amp;nbsp; Chicked again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-1643349813972963902?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.half-fast.org/feeds/1643349813972963902/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5468885075741803050&amp;postID=1643349813972963902&amp;isPopup=true" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468885075741803050/posts/default/1643349813972963902?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5468885075741803050/posts/default/1643349813972963902?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/half-fast/~3/dn_Xzys-gIg/6-seconds.html" title="6 Seconds" /><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875001377964050508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9HlvkU1dLCE/SJsnlWOMr4I/AAAAAAAAAy0/WhacKwR8itE/s1600-R/Profile.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HlvkU1dLCE/TSQIGuyAo8I/AAAAAAAABew/1iMxE5oN8Sk/s72-c/FUSteveJobs.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.half-fast.org/2011/01/6-seconds.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4NSXwyfip7ImA9Wx9QEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468885075741803050.post-4223436594392491253</id><published>2010-12-22T12:32:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T12:43:18.296-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-22T12:43:18.296-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I have no tags that aptly describe this post" /><title>Things I Missed</title><content type="html">By now you’ve realized that I only posted once between June 2nd and December 19th and that was to tell you to piss off so I’m not sure that you were all too enamored with that post and I’m not really proud of it either. The really disappointing part though is that you didn’t get to hear my opinions on the many things that happened in the wonderful world of running during those 6 months. Some of you have suggested in the comments on the last post that I should get down on my knees and beg forgiveness or partake in a little groveling but that’s just not my style. What I will do for you is acknowledge that I know how tough it must have been to go through these things without my guiding wisdom and I’ll even go so far as to admit that I missed being able to smother you with my thoughts on these subjects. What follows is a heartily abridged list of things that I would have totally written about had I still been actively posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Boston Marathon sold out in 8 hours and then some whackjob from the WSJ generated a bunch of page hits from the running blog community when he wrote an &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703673604575550133914934718.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about how women had it too easy. Incidentally this is the easiest way to get yourself in trouble with a woman. An alternative way to get yourself in trouble with a woman is to ignore them when they start talking over the football game that you were watching when clearly they were in the wrong for interrupting even though it was during a commercial break, but sometimes the commercials are mesmerizing and loud and ... holy crap I think she’s talking to me again I better start paying attent... oh good the game’s back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my favorite writers, &lt;a href="http://marathonmama.competitor.com/"&gt;Kristina&lt;/a&gt;, FINALLY managed to BQ &lt;em&gt;(it’s about time)&lt;/em&gt; so belated congrats to her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://boozehoundsinc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Viper&lt;/a&gt; FINALLY managed to break the 4 hour marathon mark &lt;em&gt;(also about time)&lt;/em&gt; so begrudging congrats to him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Denver Half Marathon was .14 miles too long - I missed an opportunity to use my ‘&lt;a href="http://www.half-fast.org/search/label/morons"&gt;morons&lt;/a&gt;’ tag :( so sad. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two words: &lt;a href="http://thegreatfitnessexperiment.blogspot.com/2010/11/most-unfortunate-athletic-logo-ever.html"&gt;Sperm Shoes&lt;/a&gt;! A few more words: Some company intentionally put a little swimmer on the side of their shoes as the logo! It’s like they were begging me to come out of blogging retirement and write about their shoes. Oh what fun I would have had with those babies. &lt;em&gt;*rimshot*&lt;/em&gt; Why did none of you take this on and post about it? Note: I did not read any of your blogs while I was on sabbatical so I have no idea if you posted about it but I just always assume that you let me down, it’s what makes me such a great dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Several celebrities were spotted running; that’s more sexy pictures that I missed out on posting. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I PR’d a half marathon, even after making a casketload of mistakes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I missed a lot of runs, I complained about a lot of things and my family had to bear the brunt of it because I had no other outlet. My family begged me to start blogging again, I ignored them even though I was starting to feel the urge to post again. Then I was contacted by an advertiser who wanted to pay me for a link, but only if I was going to start posting again. Ta da! Posting again! It’s such a heartwarming tale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-4223436594392491253?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don’t think this blogger/reader relationship is going to work out. I mean, I do all of the work. You guys do nothing. NOTHING! I’m sorry to be so blunt with you, but I really think we should take a break. As it’s been two and a half months since I last posted I’m going to assume that most of you saw this coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to contact ESPN and have them put on a one hour special where I talked about the process that I went through to come to this decision, but then I remembered that even I’m not that arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m writing this post because I feel like I owe you all an explanation as to why I’m &lt;del&gt;quitting blogging&lt;/del&gt; going on hiatus. First of all, I DON’T owe you an explanation, but you certainly deserve one. I simply haven’t felt like writing lately. It’s a short explanation but it’s all you’re getting. I knew that it was time to call it quits when I was recently offered a free pair of expensive, custom-made running shoes in exchange for a review and I thought to myself “&lt;em&gt;yeah, but that would mean I would have to sit down and write something.”&lt;/em&gt; Wait a second... I should have used the time I spent to write this farewell post to write about the free shoes! I can’t believe I missed out on free shoes just because I felt guilted into writing this stupid post for YOU people! You all owe me a free pair of shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, thank you all for taking the time to read and comment on my sarcasm riddled ramblings, I am humbled and flattered that so many of you have enjoyed reading what I have to say. I received a tremendous amount of enjoyment from entertaining you and I want to express my thanks to every single one of you by sending you a $5 gift certificate for the Garmin online store. I can’t afford to express my thanks that way, but I want to. Anyway, I don’t honestly believe that I’ll be able to permanently quit blogging so there’s a pretty good chance that I’ll be back at it again at some point in the future. Whether that means a couple of months or a couple of years is anybody’s guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve received several dozen offers &lt;em&gt;(read: one)&lt;/em&gt; to do guest posts at other running blogs so I may show up elsewhere from time to time and if I ever make a triumphal return to full time blogging I’ll be sure to announce it here at Half-Fast &lt;em&gt;(in the event that I start a different blog)&lt;/em&gt; so go ahead and keep Half-Fast in your reader if you want to find me again. Or you could pay attention to any CNN breaking news updates as my return to the blogiverse is sure to be headline news. Or you could follow me on twitter &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/IanAHunter"&gt;@IanAHunter&lt;/a&gt;. I don’t tweet much because I can’t seem to condense my thoughts to 140 characters. I’m just so complex, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, many, many thanks to all of you for reading, I simply cannot express how appreciative I am. &lt;em&gt;(Inability to express oneself is always a winning formula for a blog!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one last thing, I promise to put up a post if Candis ever beats me in a footrace, since I know that many of you have just been eagerly awaiting that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Hunter &lt;em&gt;(the artist formerly known as Vanilla) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5468885075741803050-2050567412836832047?l=www.half-fast.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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