Dog of a week.

Lifted Monday.

Rode 2.5 hours on Bucks County roads on Thanksgiving day.

Felt yesterday and today.

Boba's Back From The Dead…

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The Boba Fett stuff makes me laugh alot harder then the rest of the RobotChicken Star Wars stuff.Previously.

Bros. Dufala Video

Studioscopic: Steven Dufala and Billy Blaise Dufala from David S Kessler on Vimeo.

A while back, I contributed a few stills to the mini doc above. I met one of the brothers, Billy, when I was renting some space on Wood street in 2004. Who knew that art could be so consistently funny?

Startling Revelation

I sort of enjoy lifting.

Training: Lifted at the Gym for about 35 minutes.  No Cool down on the bike.

In Which I Demonstrate that I am a Bigger Hold Steady Nerd Then You Are

I sent along my research about John Berryman to a few friends who are fans. They let me know in no uncertain terms that I was about a year behind in my “fan-boy, hold steady, geeked-out fact-checking”.

To which I respond with the above: a word cloud derived from the lyrics of every Hold Steady song available here. You know…in case you were wondering about the relative frequency of the use of words like hoodrat, sequestered or ‘around’ in their lyrics.

I used the OS X automator to grab all the lyrics and drop them into a text file. Did a search and replace on the ads and line breaks. Then dropped what was left into Wordle. Didn’t take very long to do.

3 ft high and rising.

Training:

Monday:  I lifted for the first time in maybe 10 years?  Following the Wenzell 22 week plan.  Easing into it.

Also did like 20 minutes on the spin bike when I was done as a cool down.

Today:  50 minutes on the trainer.  Probably high zone 3, low zone 4.  My HR monitor is on the fritz.

Eating:

Today:

Breakfast: Kiwi. OJ. Coffee. granola bar.

Lunch: PB Sanwich. Apple. Extra dark pretzels. Lemonade.

Snack: Popcorn. 2 hand fulls of M&Ms. half an apple.

Post workout snack: PB Ice cream.

Dinner: Home made pizza. Vitamin water.

Patient as Death…

Destiny, I think, is not what lies in store for you; it’s what is already stored up inside you—and it’s as patient as death.

Maybe the most depressing line I’ve read since reading DFW’s Kenyon College Commencement.

The Bottom. No Seriously

Training: I think I was on the trainer for 40 minutes monday night.  45 minutes friday night.

Today I was out tooling around from Delaware to someplace near Thornbury.  Maybe 1.5 hours on the road.

Still eating pretty much whatever I want.

I start lifting this week. 

That is all.

Last Weekend

Training:

Saturday: 1.5 hours. Nothing fancy. A couple climbs.

Sunday: Closer to 3 hours.  Went up Saw Mill Road, then out Goshen Road to 352. 

Eating: not paying attention.

Friday Night is All Right for…riding in place?

Training: 45 minutes on the trainer.  sweating like a pig.

Eating:

Breakfast: apple, pretzel, coffee

Lunch: Really bad SW chicken salad from a chain restaurant I am not going to mention by name. Lemonade.

Snack: tastycake chocolate covered pretzel rod.

Dinner: turkey. rice. whatever green veg is up there.

Desert: tastykake brownie.