It’s one thing to be at least a little defensive if you’re a woman in a gym, because damn near every guy in it, even and in some cases especially the staff, seems to circle women like vultures (one of those times and situations where I am pretty ashamed of my gender and how we act) and it’s generally an awkward place to be for anyone, regardless of gender, who may perceive themselves as not being in shape.
It’s another entirely to, upon having someone start using the treadmill next to you in a busy row of them, without them even so much as looking at you, no “hi”, nothing, *immediately* get off your treadmill and move to the treadmill all the way down the line. I didn’t even notice at first, because I was setting up, but the first time I looked around, about a minute into my workout, I spotted her.
I wasn’t sweaty (just started my workout), I’d never seen her before so there wasn’t some past transgression that she could’ve held a grudge about, headphones weren’t overly loud, and I was totally minding my business (as I always try to, for the reasons mentioned in the first paragraph), so there was just no reason whatsoever to be that downright rude.
Stuff like that doesn’t make it any easier for people to get along. My feelings weren’t hurt or anything, and given the nature of modern life, this shouldn’t have been that surprising, but still, it’s kind of amazing to see how much distrust people have for each other in everyday situations.
Last round of this. Hope someone gets something out of it.
April:
Twitter:
Bret Easton Ellis wrote, “The score from Halloween should be playing over the Sex and the City 2 trailer. “The Girls Are Back in Town”? Girls? GIRLS? WHAT girls? WTF?”
I replied, “I think they’re referring to the Golden Girls.”
I loved “Let The Right One In”.
“Ever have one of those hours where, within the same 60 minutes, you’re stunned by one person’s kindness and another’s total lapse of it?”
Ironically, only a few months after seeing “2012″, I first heard about an earthquake happening in California from John Cusack.
“Musical Idea Of The Night Part 1: Tom Waits needs to do one of those records with all the Autotune on it.”
“Musical Idea Of The Night Part 2: if there isn’t one yet, there needs to be an all-lesbian Bob Seger cover band.” (Over on Facebook, this lead to me naming the band “Bobbi She-Grrr and The Other Silver Bullet Band”, and coming up with a logo design idea that involved one of those little vibrators.)
“”Marathon registration status: Not accepted”. Next year.”
“I dream of a Pointer Sisters meet the Olsen Twins porno flick, but it’s not quite as epic of a dream now that June is dead.”
And 2012 comes up again: “The bottom of my can of corned beef hash had a freshness date of December, 2012. Is Mary Kitchen in on this Mayan shit?”
Words that will probably bite me in the ass repeatedly throughout the remainder of my life, not unlike Pete Townshend’s “I hope I die before I get old.”:
“If you have to ask “Should I get involved with this person?”, then the answer’s pretty much “No.”, I’m thinking.”
“RIP Peter Steele. We’ll miss you, big guy.” He was a big goof, but to a lot of us, he was one of our big goofs.
“How often do you folks look at the stock market on a given day and think “Are you fuckin’ idiots done panicking yet?”"
“Do we know of any Twitter Slebs who are stuck abroad at the moment?”
I reply: “I don’t know if I’m a “sleb”, but I definitely stuck a broad at one point. (Jokes like this are why it will never happen again.)”
“I’m bored. Who feels like marrying me?”
“scottcrawford wonders how many other people watch the live play-by-play of all of Dontrelle Willis’ starts, holding their breath the whole time like I do.”
“The 20th century can blow me.”
“Breaking Sports Draft News: Tim Tebow and Bryce Harper to marry; ceremony to be performed by Scott Boras.”
Oh, and Roger Ebert called me an asshole, but we don’t need to get into that again.
“How odd. I wasn’t expecting crazy bitches to be in retrograde for like 2 more weeks.”
I blessed The Onion for this. I still think they deserve a Pulitzer.
I abused Facebook’s change of syntax on Pages from “Become a fan of” to “Likes” here, here and here.
And finally, while I’m not going to give the Facebook Page I did this with any more face or link time, I did send an abuse report to Facebook over a Page that I do think crosses the line of acceptable speech, at least by established standards in the U.S., as it, jokingly or not, spoke of a death wish against a public figure in what are already uneasy political times. There was a time when the Secret Service put people in their place kinda quick for this sort of thing, and I’m wondering why that hasn’t happened yet in this instance, particularly with this page getting a huge amount of attention. It’s not that I think that people shouldn’t be able to make very poor, unfunny jokes, but in the country I live in, we have established standards, in place because there have been a number of political assassinations and even more attempts, where public statements about harm coming to public figures are usually taken very seriously and dealt with by law enforcement in a hurry, and I like to see these standards applied evenly, if they exist in the first place. I’m being a little vague on purpose, because again, these people don’t deserve more attention than they’ve gotten, but I’m sure that if you get clever and do some web searches, you can find what I’m talking about, or at least find out more about it.
So, yes, occasionally stupid, mean people are on Facebook as well.
For those of you who avoid Twitter and Facebook like the plague, this is what you’ve missed over the past 6 months. I may write a summary of what I see as the big picture after I’ve recovered from all this typing, cutting and pasting, or I may just leave it as an exercise for the reader. Either way, when I read it back to myself later, I’ll decide just exactly how much I’m neglecting this site by outsourcing so much content and see whether changes need to be made.
“If wanting a corned beef sandwich at 8 in the morning is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right.”
“Things will be better when I’m in charge.”
“Quote of the year: “I hope that God cures you.”-the orthopedist I saw today”
“How to give someone a meet-up point, by Scott Crawford: “I’ll be in Hudson News, reading Black Tail.”"
“Man, I can’t remember the last time I shovelled snow, never mind this much. Last time I picked up a snow shovel, it was to hit some guy.”
“Olympic athletes are to the IOC as the troops are to the Bush administration, well-meaning kids held hostage by crooks and thugs. Discuss.”
“scottcrawford feels a heel turn coming on.”
“Has anyone else thought about playing the “Chipmunk Punk” version of The Knack’s “Good Girls Don’t” in tribute tonight? RIP Doug Fieger.”
“It’s a sad, but not new state of affairs when people who need help are more competent and responsible than those whose job it is to give it.”
“scottcrawford is slightly tired of his life giving the bird to feng shui.”
“scottcrawford spends entirely too much time reading about old New York TV news anchors.”
“I haven’t gotten the hang of meditation yet, but I’ll be damned if sorting through baseball cards doesn’t give me a moment of zen.”
“Sometimes, you need just one song to get you where you’re going. Tonight, that song was Iron Maiden’s “Phantom Of The Opera”.”
“Sometimes there are too many croutons in The Dance Of The Seven Lettuces.”
“Overheard on Little House: “and Lord, we’d like to thank you for bringing young Peter into our midst…”"
“Jesus Christ, I have a lot of ’87 Topps cards.”
“Two major earthquakes in 24 hours, and all anyone can do is bitch about the snow?”
Facebook:
“Scott Crawford wants his Facebook layout to change, so he can complain about it.”
“I keep checking to see how the pickle’s doing against Nickelback, but only because I like pickles and am rooting for it.” (Wow, the original Facebook page is gone. Here’s Google’s cache of it.
Not much in the way of original content out of me on Facebook in February, but as usual, way more feedback there than on Twitter.
March:
Twitter:
“Man, I enjoy the hell out of Sesame Street on Twitter.”
“We have nothing left except bitches and Darrell!”
“Is it me, or are Bill Gates and Bud Selig gradually morphing into the same dude?”
“6 AM is a predictable, yet totally horseshit time to have a potentially life-changing epiphany.”
“”Anxiety is nothing but repeatedly re-experiencing failure in advance.”-Seth Godin”
“It’s scary that I can recognize Tino Martinez’s voice without seeing him.”
“scottcrawford met George Romero today.”
“Am I the only one reading about the pending health care vote thinking “Just fuck already!”, or are you guys with me too?”
“My review of “Avatar”: Hey, does anyone remember “Pluto Nash”?”
“Inflammatory thought of the day: the 1969 Major League Baseball expansion was a failure.”
“Holy fuck, I just went to the gym. That’s kinda badass.”
“Pet peeve: 911 calls being played on news broadcasts. Hate that shit.”
“Best obscure ref ever! RT @thesulk via @sarahksilverman: Just took a dump that looked like Tommy Davidson’s impersonation of Sammy Davis Jr.”
“So, who else thinks the movie should be called “How To Drain Your Dragon”?”
“Something I struggle with daily is having news to share, and realizing that my life’s been so scattered that I’m not sure who’d get it.”
“Son of a whore!”
“Inflammatory thought of the day: “academia” is Latin for “pyramid scheme”.”
“The world lost a giant this morning. RIP Dick Giordano.”
“Roky Erickson’s “True Love Cast Out All Evil” is an absolute fucking masterpiece. Comes out April 20th. Buy the fuck out of it.”
“For some reason, I can’t stop using the word “plow” in the context of sexual intercourse. (e.g. “He plowed her!”) I am a bad person.”
“scottcrawford just got back from his first Passover Seder, and boy are his arms tired!”
“Just lost about an hour of my life reading about the New York World’s Fairs, and then about what an unbelievable dick Robert Moses was.”
“Theory of the day: Snooki from “Jersey Shore” is a Second Life avatar that escaped the grid somehow.”
The next 3 were posted on March 31st:
“Who here is hoping that Farmville makes it look like they wiped everyones’ accounts clean tomorrow?”
“Paul and Ringo to reform Beatles; Cherone, Nugent to replace Lennon and Harrison.”
“In other words, we’re about 4 hours away from most of the English-speaking world posting ridiculous crap that isn’t funny.”
I tried to befriend Lindsay Lohan on Twitter in March, but predictably, it didn’t work. I’m still here if you wanna talk, Lindsay.
Facebook:
Created a Facebook Page for this site, which has become overrun by British teenagers.
“scottcrawford has discovered that yet another beer he used to drink isn’t being made anymore. It’s like I was keeping some companies in business.”
“I officially declare December 8th International Have Sex With A Musician Day.”
“The band Train are life’s way of saying “If we play the Black Crowes, the VPs will get too zooted on Appletinis to close this deal.”"
“I started writing a song in the car just now, called “Vagina”, done in a Freddie Mercury/Dennis DeYoung style. I think I need to be stopped.” (This song is still stuck in my head, months later. It may escape someday.)
“It’s probably been said many times, many ways, but Fox needs to just do “So You Think You Can Fuck?” already and get it over with.”
“I hate it when the pretty ones get ugly.”
“Any time the Chinese wanna bring weather control Stateside, I’m ready. Tampering with the forces of nature for my comfort? Yes, please.”
From the “NFL prospects to watch” department: “I’ve got no stake in this game, but people gotta stop hatin’ on Danny Woodhead. Good ballplayer.”
“Nitzer Ebb would be a better band if they covered some shit by The Gap Band. Just sayin’, is all.”
“Part of this “being a grown up” thing I hear so much about is really appreciating a solid winter coat, apparently.”
The calendar fills out some more: “Fuck it! I officially declare Dec. 18th the International Day Of Sloth! (I’m going to have to write a calendar if I keep making holidays.)”
“Any day that starts with you pissing on your own foot is bound to be a gem.”
“Bo Jackson: the Mickey Mantle of the late 80′s and early 90′s. Discuss.”
“As I go to sleep, I leave you all with this thought: “Heaven’s On Fire” by Kiss is a fucking badass song.”
“Dorking around with Netflix taste prefs. I listed Dinosaurs, Ninjas, Prostitution, Sexual Awakening and Suburban Dysfunction as my “Often”s.”
On New Year’s Eve, I went to see Sita Sings The Blues at IFC Center and, yes, and Roky Erickson at Maxwell’s. Here’s a live account:
“@ Maxwell’s. Sita on a big screen=awesome. Roky’s sold out. Yay advance tix. More later. Call me if you want, #’s on Facebook.”
“Been coming to Maxwell’s for 20 years. Still basically the same place. Just about everywhere else is long gone.”
“Roky was a blessing. Spa Diner was what it usually is. Heading home now, as it’s Crying Drunk Girl O’Clock. Stay black!”
“Home safe. Barring any catastrophic news that I haven’t read yet, tonight’s been a raging success. Hope y’all have had a great one too.”
“scottcrawford is hoping that 2010 is not the year of the crying, drunk girl with runs in her stockings who can’t walk in heels, as it appears it may be.”
“Can anyone on here confirm/deny that Hugh Laurie was at Maxwell’s in Hoboken, NJ last night for the Roky Erickson show?”
“I haven’t gotten to do this in a sport in a long time, but here goes: if I end up watching hockey regularly, I will be an Islanders fan.”
“OK, how many of you motherfuckers are wearing slippers right now like I am?”
“OK, who else saw the episode of “Married With Children” that Anthrax were on and got really jealous of the Bundys?”
“How many of you have, like me, listened to Ice Cube’s “Death Certificate” and thought “Wow, this guy gets a lot done in a day!”?”
(Apparently, I was really looking for camaraderie in early January.)
“scottcrawford writes his local movie theater an email asking them to “please stop booking nothing but movies for post-menopausal women and pre-teens”. (Again, got free stuff out of this, but no real change from the people in charge. Folks in customer service-oriented businesses, bribing people and making people happy are mutually exclusive!)
“King Diamond and Henry Kissinger having phone sex: for about three of us, this will be the funniest concept we ever hear.”
“Corned beef hash and Theraflu…breakfast of fuckin’ champions.”
“You know, for waking up with Motley Crue’s “Kickstart My Heart” stuck in my head, you’d think I’d have a little more energy.”
“MARK MCGWIRE TO STAR IN NEW SPIDER-MAN PORNO FLICK WITH SARAH PALIN”
“New goal added for 2010: play a show somewhere before I find out that anyone else I promised a show to passes away. RIP Valiant Strangelove.” (Haven’t done it yet, but it’s still early. And I still miss Valiant.)
“SEND JAY LENO TO HAITI”
“How to break the world of the lesbian porn habit: have Sally Struthers and Loretta Swit do lesbian porn.”
“I really need to talk dirty to people in the Kermit The Frog voice more often.”
“Ah, hello, waking up feeling like Mickey Rourke in “The Wrestler”. Been a while.”
“So how much of this 90999 money’s going to go toward installing a more cooperative government in Haiti? Oh yeah, we tried that already.”
“Why do people still watch awards shows? They’re like a throwback to when we didn’t have entertainment choices.”
“Admit it or not, the first Boston album is probably cooler than anything you’ll do in your lifetime.”
“New Scott Crawford holiday: January 21st is now “Bureaucracy Can Eat A Dick Day”.”
“Sometimes, an album will take a while to gel with me, and then it just *does*. Right now, that album’s the first Modern Lovers album.”
“You know, Cher and Danzig sound a lot alike.”
“My theory: Apple stiffs us on the tablet, but releases a flying car and a jet pack instead.”
“In a perfect world, t-shirts would be indestructible and never go out of production.”
“Anal?”
“It really doesn’t get better than watching Grace Jones and Wilt Chamberlain fight.”
“A question about awards shows: am I a spoilsport for not wanting to watch or hear about entire industries embarrassing themselves anymore?” (I was kind of hung up on this in January, too.)
“”You give me such a wetty.” may be the single worst line in the history of motion pictures.”
” Sometimes, you need to stop everything you’re doing and watch “Krull”.”
I enjoyed the hell out of “Wu-Tang Vs. The Beatles”, and told people to get it before it got pulled from the above-the-board Internet, which, of course, it did. For some reason, a company that’s so broke that they’re selling Abbey Road Studios thinks that spending money on lawyers who threaten people that promote their product is a good idea.
A friend of mine, name redacted, posted a picture of her great-grandmother, 113 and almost a half, still going, 8th oldest person on the planet, bless her. My comment on the post? “I’d hit that.”
As always, way more feedback and conversation over on Facebook. Twitter’s audience has its head up its own ass. As I’ve said many times before, Twitter is the sound of the whole world shouting at once, trying to get the attention of the famous people.
Facebook:
“2 Facebook status updates in a row from people who don’t know each other, talking about JaMarcus Russell sucking at QB! Both lesbians! Win!”
“Weird. Getting a cold, but feeling better than I was over the past few days. More energy. More initiative. It must be Ron Kittle’s birthday.”
Going back through 6 months of updates on both sites. Have ‘em loaded. Man, I talk too much there. Really need to get things set up so crossposting works in a way that pleases me.
Decided to do these as separate posts, 2 months at a time, so I don’t totally bomb you guys out with “War And Peace”, particularly when this is going to be old news (albeit presented with a little more context, perhaps) to a lot of you.
Let’s go with unique (to me, anyway) content and observations on said content by month:
October, 2009 (starting on the 26th, to keep the 6 months exact):
Twitter:
“It’s a fine line between getting your shit together and being anal retentive, OCD, what have you, but I kinda like walking it.”
“Not to pee on any parades, but give Halloween back to the kids, who don’t try to wake up hung over and in bed with a stranger on the 1st.”
I got Google Wave invites and gave some out, but to my knowledge, no one has actually used Google Wave yet.
I tortured the shit out of people one day with the complete and utter creepiness of “Sing” by Joe Raposo, popularized on Sesame Street and later by The Carpenters.
I did some rewrites on my will that I have absolutely no recollection of doing. I wonder how hopped up on goofballs I was at the time.
Somehow, Lizz Winstead and I got into a conversation about giving out trial sizes of Astroglide on Halloween, after her killjoy of a neighbor was giving out trial sizes of generic hand sanitizer to the kids. I think she ended up opting to give out airplane bottles of liquor instead (or at least drinking a few of them).
I also watched the World Series, and in addition to hating Fox’s baseball coverage as I always do (Shut up, McCarver), I was really mad at the Yankees for being douchebags. I still am.
Facebook:
*nothing unique other than me complaining about Facebook’s inner workings*
I do typically get a ton more feedback and have fuller conversations about whatever gets posted there than I do on Twitter, though.
November 2009:
Twitter:
“I hate to say it, but “Avatar” looks like “Waterworld” with furries.”
“It’s a fine line between raining on peoples’ parades and refusing to suffer fools gladly. I really wish I could find a comfort zone there.”
“Wow, in going to bed early, it sounds like I missed a really shitty night! Alas, I’m starting a really shitty morning early because of it.”
“I think we should sneak Emancipation on the ballot in every state next year and see how people vote, as a practical joke.”
On that note, Twitter got trolled by people using the #thingsdarkiessay hash tag, and I took some folks to task for demanding that free expression be curtailed there as a result of this, when a few months prior it was all green profile pictures and #iranelections and “Twitter is awesome for not bowing to a foreign government’s requests for censorship!” and “ISN’T THIS REVOLUTION FABULOUS?” with little to no actual concept of the life-and-death consequences of what was going on in Iran at the time. We’ll get back to this concept in a few months…
Speaking of Twitter hash tags, I abused the shit out of the #threewordsaftersex one that was popular on November 8th, 2009. In chronological order:
I watched the Leonid meteor showers, and didn’t say anything particularly interesting about them.
“This just in from Walnut Grove: Laura Ingalls is a spitter.”
I saw “2012″ and “New Moon” and unlike most thinking people, I enjoyed them both for what they were. I also watched “Dark Passage”, with Bogey and Bacall on a total channel-surfing whim (the one experience that I feel will be sadly missing from a post-television, on-demand world) and that’s actually a damn good movie.
I was psyched to see “Ninja Assassin” too, but I still haven’t.
I also saw Skinny Puppy in Philadelphia, and I liked them too, momma!
“DEPORT FAITH HILL”
I started to do something with my ticket stubs, but as with so many of my other projects, I didn’t finish it. It was all kinda heavy:
“There’s something really bittersweet about looking over two decades of your life, encapsulated by worn pieces of paper.”
I attempted, in vain, to get some Baseball Hall Of Fame discussion going, but no dice here or on Facebook.
On Thanksgiving, like a bunch of the other lemmings, I posted about things I was thankful throughout the day. Along with all the cliched-but-important things that anyone writing about this subject is pretty much obligated to say, these were probably the highlights:
“scottcrawford is thankful for his friends, some of his family and even a few of his enemies (who keep him on his toes).”
“scottcrawford is thankful that he’s gotten laid a few times, and will probably get laid a few more (reasonable offers accepted).”
“scottcrawford is thankful for Foghat, Godflesh and Olivia Newton-John.”
“scottcrawford is thankful for second chances.”
“scottcrawford is thankful for those rare moments in fiction where the characters you really hate totally fucking get theirs.”
“scottcrawford is thankful for those Manowar songs that Orson Welles did spoken pieces on.”
“scottcrawford is thankful to have had a few genuine “like it is in the movies” moments of romance in his life.”
I closed with…
“To mash up two previous items, I’m thankful that I got laid with Manowar’s “Defender” playing in the background at least once.”
Onward…
“I do not often choose to urinate in public, but when I do, I prefer Dos Equis.”
“Few things are filled with stark, existential horror the way cleaning out your file cabinet is.”
“I think that, after years of living in it, I’m developing at least a mild allergy to the past.”
And finally, I scared a VP at Quick Chek by saying that Wawa was pulling ahead of them in terms of quality. I got some free stuff out of that after giving some more detailed opinions to him, but I still really haven’t seen much improvement in how Quick Cheks are run around here, many months later.
Facebook:
I also waxed nostalgic for Ultra Vivid Scene’s “Joy 1967-1990″ album and the infamous “Dog Police” video (by Dog Police, of course, though I can now hear Ultra Vivid Scene covering “Dog Police” in my head), snickered at Stellastarr*’s lyrics for “Sweet Troubled Soul”…
“I want to suffer in your arms
and when you’re naked in the dark
i want to see your face
in the reflection of my bedroom stereo”
In general, I found that Facebook was a better place for sharing links, multimedia (though most music is so handcuffed by RIAA douchery still), and outside content in general over this month, and got better feedback on Facebook than Twitter again, but basically reposted Twitter content over here.
I’m going to spend part of this morning going over teh twitters and teh facebooks, to see if I’m saying anything there, either. I’ll be updating this post as I find things, if I find them.
This Week: Me 1, Fear 1
Current Score: Me 23, Fear 11
“Just when I thought I was out…they pull me back in.” As for what I was out of and who “they” are for the purposes of this discussion, I’m still trying to figure that one out.
This Week: Me 0, Fear 0
Current Score: Me 22, Fear 10
There really hasn’t been anything new to report this week, which has a lot to do with why this is days late. Now, I will say there’s been fear, and plenty of it, but it’s the same shit you’ve heard about already. Money. Time. The endless debate over whether being alone is worse than being neck-deep in other peoples’ shit. I’ve been doing my best not to double-count these events, so with that in mind, nothing was “new” over this past week, and there doesn’t seem to be anything jumping out at me for this coming week, either, but anything’s possible.
For those of you curious about the marathon today, here’s a link to live commentary, which should be active at 9 AM Eastern Time, as well as a link to the elite runners’ lists. The womens’ list has a lot of names on it that I’m not familiar with (and it’s 7 AM on a day that I’m not prepared to do full marathon coverage, so it’s gonna stay that way for now), but I see a lot of names on the mens’ list that should be familiar to any of you who follow my coverage of New York, including 2009 winner Meb Keflezighi. Those rat bastards in Boston don’t list elite hand cycle/wheeler entrants (if I remember correctly from watching a couple of years ago, they’re pretty well-represented and an important part of the race’s history), one more reason to dislike that friggin’ town besides the Red Sox and the Patriots.
Poking around for video, it seems that you need Silverlight installed (not happening here), you may need to register with the Universal Sports web site (also not happening here), and it’s not on Vs. this year, apparently airing on Universal Sports instead, which I’m pretty sure my cable company doesn’t carry. Bad NBC. Bad!
Anyway, aside from checking back later for results and posting them here, which I may do, that’s about it for my Boston coverage. Go Meb!
Update: Full results are on the Boston Marathon home page, for those who just want the numbers without editorial commentary from a guy who didn’t watch the race.
Robert Kiprono Cheruiyot (not to be confused, as I almost was at first glance, with 4-time Boston winner Robert Kipkoech Cheruiyot; there’s actually a 3rd Robert Cheruiyot in distance running, too) wins with a course-record 2:05:52 time, on a bad hamstring for the latter part of the race, apparently. Congrats to him, even if he’s going to drive the people in charge of record-keeping nuts! Tekeste Kebede and Deriba Merga of Ethiopia finished about 90 seconds and 3 minutes behind Cheruiyot, respectively. Ryan Hall actually outran Meb by about 45 seconds, with the two of them finishing 4th and 5th. If Hall keeps up the improvement and stays healthy, he’s going to win New York one of these years.
On the womens’ side, Teyba Erkesso of Ethiopia wins with a 2:26:11 time in what was probably damn near a photo against Russian Tatyana Pushkareva, who finished at 2:26:14. 2009 winner Salina Kosgei (who finished 5th in New York last year) rounded out the top three there.
Thankfully, the mens’ and womens’ wheeler results are posted, and we have Wakako Tsuchida from Japan at 1:43:32 there, with wheelchair division mainstays Diane Roy and Amanda McGrory finishing 2nd and 3rd there. In the mens’ wheeler race, Ernst Van Dyk bested Krige Schabort by a mere 4 seconds for his 9th (yes, you heard me, 9th) Boston title, with Kota Hokinoue of Japan just a few seconds behind them! If the Boston coverage I saw on Vs. one year was any indication, this incredibly exciting finish and the build to it was probably totally lost by the production team (please let me know if I’m wrong here, as I’d love to see or hear about improvement in the Boston coverage overall), but regardless, good on them all for having such a tight, competitive race.
OK, that’s more Boston coverage than I was planning on, but I figured I’d put it out there. Oh, and I suppose I should yell RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNN!!!!!! (and WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!) once for good measure. There, I did it.
Posted in Training. on April 14th, 2010 by Scott Crawford
About 15 hours later than originally intended, because my energy level’s been for shit lately.
Did reps of 10 on the leg press, leg extension, chest press, overhead press, some other friggin’ machine I forget the name of and 20 lb. dumbbells to warm up.
Then:
10 minutes walking (3.1 mph), 3 minutes running (5 mph)
7 minutes walking, 3 minutes running (same speeds)
7 minutes walking (ditto)
about a half a minute on cooldown (2.6 MPH) before I decided I didn’t need to cool down.
Total time: 30:25
Total mileage: 1.75 miles
8 minutes on the recumbent bike from there, a little over a mile. Cut 2:30 off my mile time and felt good doing it.
Then another round of reps on the machines/weights listed above. Doing between 50-70 pounds on each machine except the new one I tried, not as comfortably as I’d like to be, but that’ll come in time.
Spent just under an hour in the gym, left without feeling winded. I consider this progress.
I’ll probably move my Thursday workout to Friday, as I’m going to a ballgame on Thursday and it might be tough to sneak the gym in.
A little later than intended, happens to the best of us.
This Week: Me 3, Fear 1
Current Score: Me 22, Fear 10
Here’s how it went down:
I got called an asshole by a Pulitzer Prize winner, and I think I handled it with as much grace and humor as one can. Beyond that it looks awesome on my résumé, I will say no more about this here.
Sitting up all night waiting to hear the status of my NYC Marathon application? That may have been more of a “Christmas Morning” kinda thing than a fear thing, but it still wasn’t healthy or productive, so I’m docking myself one.
Dealing with the discouragement involved in not being selected in the marathon lottery? I’m doin’ pretty well with that, all things considered. It is a bummer, no doubt, and any time you tack another year onto the time before you get to do something, there’s a little anxiety involved, but it hasn’t kept me out of the gym, nor has it affected my resolve to run this thing.
Finally, I gave a social situation I’ve been referring to vaguely throughout this few months’ worth of dealing with my resolution a good long look, and have decided that it’s for the best if I leave it be, not out of fear of said situation, but out of a better understanding of it. I know that a lot of you get driven nuts by the intentionally vague, and I hate it as much as you do, but for the privacy and sanity of the people involved, myself included, I assure you that it’s absolutely (if unfortunately) necessary.
Looking ahead to this week, I’m actually going to be fairly social, in spite of some lingering money worries. Wish me luck.
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