Only in America

In the spirit of Christmas, the movie "Total Recall" was on tv, as I was channel surfing I stopped to watch Arnold Swarzenegar (or however you spell his name, I honestly don't care enough to look it up). I watched in amazement as the GOVERNOR OF CALIFORNIA talked to an alien fetus-tumor growing out of a man's side about saving the universe. No wonder this country has problems, one of the largest states in the country is being governed by a 'roided-out meat head from austria who has been quoted talking about lifting weights, saying: "The pump is like cumming" Oh yeah, brilliant, elect that guy.

Finally!

I follow the world of competitive triathlon pretty closely, it's a sport that I'm getting more and more involved in. I plan on getting some races in this summer, so in my list of websites that I perv daily is insidetri.com, the website brother to Inside Triathlon magazine. On the front page the other day was an interview with Chris McCormack, an elite iron-distance triathlete (McCormack won the world championship last year in Kona, Hawaii). In the interview the topic turns to Lance Armstrong, and the possibility of him competing in Ironman, and his chances of winning. McCormack says: "I don't see Lance winning Kona. I'd put money on him having a solid war with someone like Chrissie Wellington."

Finally someone with the balls to put Mr. Armstrong in his place.

Don't get my wrong, I have the utmost respect for Armstrong as an athlete, he is incredible, he has done what no other human has, and I admire his cutthroat competitiveness, and I appreciate the attention that he has brought to the sport of cycling in the U.S. But I've had it with people being so enamored by him that they insist he can dominate any sport he puts his mind to, basically kissing his ass.

McCormack keeps it real, Lance might have a shot against a pretty good woman!

(I mean this in the most non-sexist way possible, I don't mean to offend my female readers, all one of you)

Bad day

I'm sure that anyone who reads this knows exactly what I mean by having a bad day running. Today was one of those days for me, actually one of the worst I've had in a long time. It was one of those days when literally every step is a struggle. It was cold, real cold (18 degrees cold), it was windy, real windy, I dressed all wrong, so my torso was too hot, but my hands, ears, face, and toes were freezing. The road I live on is very hilly, and I had a real heavy breakfast sitting like a brick in my stomach. I was planning on doing a long run, but I got four miles from my house and decided to pull the plug (it was that bad). It's a damn good thing I did, because I barely made it back, it doesn't help that I live on top of a mountain, so every run ends with a mile-long climb, which I basically crawled up today.

I don't take it as a total loss though, I got out there and ran on a day when I really didn't want to, and I got eight miles in (albeit slow and painful miles).

Sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug, and today I got smushed. Oh well.