2012 Riverside Raincross 5K

The 2012 Riverside Raincross 5k was a decent way to re-enter racing. My first, best, and only excuse for this race was that I pushed Porter. Together with his weight and that of the running stroller, I had an extra 50lbs to overcome. Porter had a great time, especially on the sharp turns. He also talked to me quite a bit throughout the race. Next time, I’ll get him a bullhorn so he can yell things like, “Faster daddy!”http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif

Overall - 245th of 885
Time - 29:57 (gun) 28:57 (tag)
Division - 20th of 39
Splits – 9:20/mile

The start of the race was the absolute worst. Even with a stroller, if I had been at my proper training level, I would have lined up close to the front. Most of those people don’t know how to pace and don’t understand that in a medium-distance race it doesn’t matter where you are off the start, there’s plenty of time to find your pace and do well. However, I wasn’t at my proper training level, and so I stood (properly) at the back, then had to slog through runners, some of whom stop right in front of you, or won’t let you pass. That first mile was just over 10 minutes.

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Seriously?

It is the ability to take a joke, not make one, that proves you have a sense of humor. - Max Eastman

Daddy, There's POOPIE!

Two nights in a row the poopie has suddenly appeared in the bath tub.

My son has been quite put out by this.

We’re offering a $5,000,000,000,000,000,000 reward for any information leading to the arrest and capture of the Poopie Bandit who keeps putting poopie in my son’s bath.

Thank you.

Burn, Baby, Burn

Burn, Baby, Burn

So, if you’re following along at home, you probably don’t know that I’ve had in my possession a 1941 Chevy truck for going on four years. It runs, but it doesn’t drive, and slowly, but surely, my father and I have been working on it to get it into drivable condition.

It hasn’t so much been a matter of money, as a matter of time and effort. Mostly, I’m lazy and I don’t want to give up quality movie-watching time.

But we have turned the slowly-rusting, much-neglected but incredibly beautiful truck into a non-rusting, and only semi-neglected beautiful truck with potential.

But sometimes, we get it wrong. And by we, I mean me.

This weekend, my parents came to town, and my father and I decided to put in the gas gauge that we had serviced and repaired. The problem with the ’41 is two-fold: 1- It’s old, so everything costs far more than it should; 2- It’s a 6-volt system.

The first isn’t so great an issue that it can’t be dealt with. In fact, there is no problem so great that if you throw enough cash at it, it won’t get solved.

The second, though, can really mess with your head. Most cars these days run on a 12-volt system. Don’t ask me why. We decided to convert the ’41 to 12-volt, as it made certain things easier (like headlights), but other things tricky (like gas gauges). But, again, enough money, and problems are solved. A $20 resistor reduces the voltage to the necessary amount, and away you go.

Unless you happen to hook the gauge up wrong the first time, then you get smoke, the potential for fire, a fried gauge and a useless resistor. Essentially, $75 in burned-out equipment and few hours of sweat and frustration.

Ask me how I know.