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7
Oct 14

On betterment

Time to get better. Got in a nice little run this morning, because, I’d decided, the offseason was over. I hadn’t done anything in a week, hadn’t run in 10 days, so a 5K seemed a good place to start. The offseason was over. Let the sweating and straining and suffering and self-improvement begin.

Meanwhile, the Ironman world championships are about to take place in Hawai’i, which means there are way to many profiles of struggle and triumph and achievement and sheer cardiovascular stubbornness floating around. I might share one or two. Here’s a man more than twice my age who’s probably six or eight times in better shape: No Such Thing as “Aging Up”:

Scott had chest pain during a bike ride a decade ago, and did what any triathlete would do. He rode his bike to his doctor’s office. After an examination, his suspicions of cardiac disease confirmed, the doctor wanted Scott to head to the hospital for a cardiac cath. Scott agreed and started to put his helmet back on to ride his bike to the hospital. The doctor would have none of it and Scott was transported in the usual fashion. After a stent placement and recovery, he went on to set the Kona age group records for the next age group (75-79) as well.

Now, Scott, 83, is a 14-time IRONMAN World Championship finisher and course record holder in three age groups.

A multiple of six or eight might not be enough, actually.

Things to read … because I’m not a 14-time Ironman.

Just the Facts? This Dossier Goes Further

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Twitter Sues the Government for Violating Its First Amendment Rights

10-Step guide to auditing your school’s compliance with the Clery Act

‘A Terrible Slaughter Is Coming’

We were in the mountains of eastern Tennessee when this story broke in 2012, in a place where the cell service wasn’t good, so we were driving and looking for bars and hoping these rumors wouldn’t pan out. Sadly, horribly, they did. Desmonte Leonard found guilty of capital murder in shooting deaths of three people

I assume that this is one of those things that gives some measure of completion to the people who were directly touched. If that really happens or not, I don’t know. This must surely be better than learning of the time they had to delay a hearing because they left this guy at the jail. Or the day we learned that he was caught up in some story about having sex with a corrections officer. Or when he was on the run. I remember we sat at home the night the police sat for hours outside a residential home in Montgomery, thinking they had the guy cornered in an attic. He was nowhere near there.

Here’s a reaction story. Student reactions are always the weirdest and the best, Law enforcement, AU students react to Leonard verdict.

Newspaper night tonight. This is a feisty bunch. They are funny and they know their stuff. And they get done early. We’ve had staffs that worked way into the wee hours of the morning, into a time when the hours were distressingly no longer wee. This crowd is done by midnight, usually. And their work is pretty good, too. It makes the critiques, which we do on Wednesdays, fun. But it also makes it hard to find things to pick on them about.

It is a nice problem to have. Now I get to start challenging them to do bigger things. Time to get better.

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28
Sep 14

Augusta Half Ironman 70.3

The calm before the chaos.

We were up before dawn. We were in downtown Augusta before dawn. We’d been on a school bus and got down here to the transition area before dawn. The Yankee was a mile up the street, waiting for parachutists to drop in and the national anthem and a canon to blast and all of the waves to start. As we are running a relay, the unwanted step-children of these races, she was in the last wave.

She still beat a whole lot of people out of the water.

We, Jenni (our runner) and her husband Gavin (our cheerleader) sat on a railroad berm and watched the first part of the morning come and go. We watched the sun rise, and that was not a bad seat for it:

At 9:20 The Yankee was finally able to get in the water. She swam 1.2 miles and then worked her way up the boat launch ramp and then ran a little more than 100 meters to the relay pen, in the very back of the transition area, because, remember, we are the step-children of the race. We’ve watched the pros and quite a few of the age-groupers come and go. A few of the relay teams had their swimmers come in and then came our water hero, having done all of the above in just 28 minutes. Not too shabby.

But these races don’t give you a lot of space. More cramped than a dive boat or darkrooms I’ve known.

Anyway, as I was standing there waiting, having done all of the preparing and water-drinking and snack eating and bathroom breaks I could muster, looking at the fancy bikes next to my bike I hear great stories.

One of the age-groupers was pronounced by friends of hers in the relay area as an idiot. Seems she’d completed a full Ironman last weekend and was doing a half today. That’s a 140.6 mile race followed by the 70.3. This makes no sense.

A guy was telling us about his nephew, who went to an Ironman race and was very excited. Ironman! But he was crushed when Tony Stark didn’t show up, just a bunch of people in spandex with bicycles.

That is a bummer.

The Yankee came in, I pulled the timing chip off her ankle — that’s our relay baton, if you will — and put it on mine. Grabbed the bike, ran out of transition and off we go:

Every other race picture the pros took of me is badly out of focus. Because I go so fast.

Here’s the course, a 56 mile joy ride through the countryside. I have made turned this into a ThingLink, which means it is an interactive image. This one is very basic. Mouseover and click on the black-and-white dots to see the notes. The race starts near the left margin and goes in a counterclockwise direction. The notes, as you might imagine, follow suit.

I finished my part, slower than it should have been, but I spent the back half of the race trying to measure my effort so I didn’t blow up the entire race. (We’ve not eaten well enough this weekend and proper fueling is key.) But I made it in, dismounted with great relief and found that the growing pain I had in both feet was something of a problem as I shuffled all the way through the transition area — because we were camped at the back.

I passed off the timing chip to Jenni she was off and running on her 13.1 mile run.

I, meanwhile, suddenly can’t walk. And I’m starting to cramp up. I got a cramp in my quad and made a facial expression and my face cramped. More water. Much more water. Get all of that under control, change clothes, get our things out of transition and back to the car and we got to watch Jenni go by on the run route. Then we had a snack at a nearby restaurant and watched her run by again. She was awesome.

And here she is at the finish:

Pay no attention to the time, as that clock counts from the beginning of the event, and does not account for the big delay in the wave starts. The important thing is that we finished. We had fun. We survived. And we got bling:

We also got massages. Actually we got stretched. The masseuses had closed up — with people still on the course, but whatever, who cares about those people, right? — so we got the active release guys. I put Jenni’s name on the list and then my name on the list. The Yankee didn’t want one initially, because she’d only done 28 minutes of work or something. But I decided she should get the active release stretch too. So I added her name to the list. The guy says he was closing up shop. He’d seen a ton of people. I explained I was trying to get my wife on the list and my name was his last customer. Before I could even think up the “Help me keep the domestic peace” jokes, he conceded.

“Put her on there,” he said, “And then write ‘No more customers!'”

So the four of us had dinner, deciding that the racers don’t like the relay teams not because we could use all of our energy in one event, but because we are athletes with social skills who know other athletes.

After dinner we got on the road. There was a long drive home — and it was a long drive home. We got in sometime just after 10 p.m., just in time to do laundry and put everything away.

Apparently we’re going to do the whole race as individuals next year. I’m exhausted from the requisite training already.

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20
Sep 14

Wooten 5K

My first thought was that the light at 6:30 is lovely. My second thought was that there shouldn’t be a 6:30 on a Saturday morning.

And if there must be a 6:30 on a Saturday morning, I should remain blissfully unaware of it.

Nevertheless, there we were. And by we I mean me and my running shoes:

We did the Marie Wooten Memorial Run today, a scholarship fundraiser. There were bananas:

And other snacks:

We saw our friend, the theater director, and another guy The Yankee knows from the pool, who is a librarian. The woman who was running with Dean Wooten the day she was killed was there to run, as were a lot of dogs. They need fuel too:

While we didn’t win place on the podium — we weren’t racing, though — The Yankee did win a hat as a door prize:

And we posed with our friend, Emily, who ran with us.

I ran home, another two miles and change, because why not? Yesterday I had a rambling ride through campus and town and the suburbs to put a simple 22 miles into my bike. Tomorrow I’ll have a longer ride. Now I’m going to watch football. This will involve a great deal of sitting. I’m OK with it.

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4
Sep 14

There are two videos, and people move fast

Let us go ahead and get this out of the way right at the beginning. This is the best video of the day. It is almost two years old and, until you watch it you won’t have any idea why a father refusing to walk his daughter down the aisle is the theme behind the best video of the day:

“What else after that?” Indeed. I could watch that over and over. I’ve watched it about four times. Isn’t she a beautiful little thing? Now all we need is a followup video in about 20 years or so.

I ran today, but it was an abbreviated run. Just a couple of miles and then I had the general feeling of nausea and sickness. So I called it a morning. I was right; it was a morning.

Things to read … because that’s useful, no matter what time of day it is.

There is both a static and an interactive version to this map. I wonder why. Map: The counties that have received the most undocumented immigrant children

Naturally. H&R Block CEO says Obamacare to add ‘significant complexity’ to tax season

I remain unsurprised. Inspector general: Homeland Security spent millions on underused vehicles

Sure, this is about the largest animal ever discovered, but they buried the lead: we can play with the bones! Newly discovered dinosaur, Dreadnoughtus, takes title of largest terrestrial animal

I wonder if it is an algorithm that Twitter uses to send me the dated emails I get every so often. Algorithms Are Invading Your Twitter Stream, And Resistance Is Futile … Don’t get me wrong, algorithms are good things on the whole, but I’ve carefully curated my Twitter stream to serve my needs and interests. It is very human and practical and effective. I don’t want your continual move toward Twitter in Facebook. Just allow me to keep the regular version, and thank you. I am afraid, however, that if this gets out of hand this becomes a goodbye for a lot of users.

This, this is awesome. Researchers send brain-to-brain message from India to France:

“We wanted to find out if one could communicate directly between two people by reading out the brain activity from one person and injecting brain activity into the second person, and do so across great physical distances by leveraging existing communication pathways.”

The information sent were the words “hola” and “ciao” in binary. Four people participated in the study: one person in India sent the information, and the other three people in France received it.

Age is just one more number for U.Va. stat trackers:

At 104, Risher does not take a backseat to many in matters of seniority. He saw his first Virginia game in 1920 and played for the Cavaliers during the 1931 season, making him the school’s oldest football alumnus.

With “only” 51 seasons under his belt, however, he’s not the senior man on the crew.

“Paul’s the workhorse,” Risher said. “He puts all the data together.”

Wisman began keeping stats at VMI games in 1950 while teaching economics at the school. He came to Virginia for graduate school and hooked on with the stats crew in ’56.

He’s missed one home game since: the 2011 season opener.

And, finally, I produced this Hyperlapse video today of the organization fair Samford had. No one has seen it — thanks to absolutely no retweets or other social media shares, thanks all! — so you can be the first:

Should be a fun tool.

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1
Sep 14

The last two months of exercise

More time on the bike, just the tiniest bit of running and only two trips, recently, into the pool. The There is no balance, there are only the miles behind and the miles ahead:

I never posted last month’s workouts in light of everything else that was going on. So, in the interest of being a completist, here it is. The sport tabs signify swims, which also denote the week of two triathlons in seven days. Those were good times:

I feel as if I need to ride more. I feel as if I need to do everything more.