Saturday, December 15, 2007

Christmas Party Time

No mistletoe required:

Here's a challenge for all the eagle-eyed readers out there. I have artfully Photoshopped an element in the photograph below. Inspect it carefully--can you tell what I've changed?


Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Try Poppyseed Muffins

I was wrong about lambs being the new dogs. I think opium pipes are the new dogs:

You know what makes MY days bright? Getting my hair cut and styled! You can't tell from the picture, but my 'do smells fantastic.


Thursday, December 06, 2007

The Agony and the Ecstasy

Lessons learned from running the High Desert 50k last weekend, illustrated version:

  • It is seriously cold in the desert in the winter. Like, ice spontaneously forming in the hydration pack cold. The desert is not messing around.

  • [Corollary to the previous point] Los Angeles does not condition one to endure temperature extremes.

  • It is not necessarily a good idea to try to smile while running. It is never as flattering as one thinks it will be:

  • Photo agencies are way too possessive of their proofs. (This lesson was actually learned after the race)

  • The High Desert 50k has the worst finish route in all of racingdom. It starts and ends at a college gymnasium, and about a mile and a half from the end, one can see the gym and the parking lot (where one's car is parked!). However, one still has to slog a mile and a half around the back of the gym, skirting the football field and the basketball courts, dragging one's tired, swollen feet on a rocky dirt path. Uphill. At this point, one feels murderous.

  • Finish line pictures cannot be trusted to convey the true murderousness of the subject:

  • There are worse things than one's bra strap chafing under the hydration pack. For instance, one could have the brilliant idea to tape the oft-chafed area, and one could then suffer 31 miles of tape rubbing one's back entirely raw. For instance.

  • As has been proven innumerable times before, the misery of post-race soreness is soon forgotten in the pursuit of the next big race. Catalina 50 miler, I'll see YOU in a month.


Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Someone's 28!

Happy Birthday to Jason!

To celebrate, we gave him presents of a highly dubious nature:

"Vhat's zees? More of you say...geeefts?"

Having a Hallmark moment: