Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Sprint Triathlon Swimming Workouts

This last summer I did a couple of sprint triathlons. Fun and addicting AND it gives me something to work towards, some motivation to exercise.  I also appreciate doing multiple sports, which is great for someone like me who has exercise ADD.
Here's a bunch of swim workouts I've done and am still working through.  Err...was working through. I'm on a bit of a hiatus as of late.

Some of these are gathered from sources around the web, quite a few of the main sets came from Scott.

CLICK HERE for a pdf of the workouts.

Monday, October 26, 2009

The Princess Cartel Deconstructed

And we buy this stuff for girls and let them pretend to be princesses?  Hmmm...

From http://contexts.org/socimages/

Furr by Blitzen Trapper | #musicmonday

Yeah, when I was only 17,
I could hear the angels whispering
So I droned into the words and wandered aimlessly about
Until I heard my mother shouting through the fog
It turned out to be the howling of a dog
Or a wolf to be exact, the sound sent shivers down my back
But I was drawn into the pack and before long
They allowed me to join in and sing their song
So from the cliffs and highest hill, yeah
We would gladly get our fill
Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn
And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong
For my flesh had turned to fur, yeah
And my thoughts, they surely were
Turned to instinct and obedience to God.

You can wear your fur
like a river on fire
But you better be sure
if you're makin' God a liar
I'm a rattlesnake, Babe,
I'm like fuel on fire
So if you're gonna' get made,
Don't be afraid of what you've learned

On the day that I turned 23,
I was curled up underneath a dogwood tree
When suddenly a girl with skin the color of a pearl
She wandered aimlessly, but she didn't seem to see
She was listenin' for the angels just like me
So I stood and looked about
I brushed the leaves off of my snout
And then I heard my mother shouting through the trees
You should have seen that girl go shaky at the knees
So I took her by the arm
We settled down upon a farm
And raised our children up as gently as you please.

And now my fur has turned to skin
And I've been quickly ushered in
To a world that I confess I do not know
But I still dream of running careless through the snow
An' through the howlin' winds that blow,
Across the ancient distant flow,
It fill our bodies up like water till we know.

You can wear your fur
Like a river on fire
But you better be sure
If you're makin' God a liar
I'm a rattlesnake, Babe,
I'm like fuel on fire
So if you're gonna' get made,
Don't be afraid of what you've learned

Thanks, Scotty, for introducing me to this wicked good band!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Unfortunate accident for the doll during Faith 5 family time

Lake Huron & the Gulf of Mexico

When visiting Uhaul's site, not sure why, but the only bodies of water that are labeled are Lake Huron and the Gulf of Mexico.  I guess they're in a league of their own.  Huzzah, Lake Huron!

"why burn your bridges when you can blow your bridges up"

so, in our consturction/structures class we were given the task to create a bridge that was 2 feet long, 6 inches wide and capable of holding extreme loads. But the catch was that it could only weigh 4 ounces(which is similar to 4 fluid ounces if you want to picture the weight of the last 1/3 of beer minus the can weight). There was a scale and you were disqualified if you went over. so, my friend jeff and i used balsa wood (the kind you use for small toy airplanes)on its strong side for our bridge. The class had a competition of bridge destroying, which was a helluva good time. Based on our material we decided to go with a classic arch/mountain-pass bridge with diagonal trusses and our little feather-weight bridge a monster holding over 70 lbs.