Greetings from Texas! Congrats on the first 5K Mike! It always makes me feel a bit warm and fuzzy knowing that somewhere across the country, a crazy brother, sister, or in-law could potentially be exercising and in excruciating agony at any given moment. Jordan (the guy I work out with) ran his first 5K a week ago. I was on baby-sitting duty, and although it was a tremendously convenient excuse, I really don’t think I was ready for something as massive as a 5K. As sarcastic as I’m sure that sounds, the sad part is that I’m being totally serious. I’ve done 3 miles a couple of times now in my workouts, but that’s combined mileage when I’m doing interval training, not a straight-up 3 mile run. When I do the interval thing, I start with a 0.2 mile walk at 4.0 mph, then run 1 mile at 6.5 mph, walk for 0.2, run 0.8 at 7.0, walk… and so on. I ratchet up the speed by 0.5 mph as I cut off 0.2 miles off the distance until I finish with a 0.2 mile at 8.5 mph. I don’t know which leg is the toughest, but I have to say that you feel pretty cool when somebody walks by at the end and they see you bookin’ at 8.5 mph and the total mileage is up around 3.5 miles. I have no problems with deception. I’m perfectly comfortable letting them wonder how somebody in my physical condition could possibly run that far at that pace. You have to take the small victories in life.
As far as my recent workouts go, I’ve been pretty hit-and-miss for the last several weeks. I’ve gotten into the dreaded 70+ hour weeks of business plan, and the extra time it takes to work out in the morning are hours that ultimately take away from work or spending time with Jen and Matthew. As I was sitting here (at work) Friday evening of last week, I realized I literally had not seen Matthew since Monday night. Not cool. I did get to hang out with him yesterday for several hours in between meetings and while Jen napped, so that was great. He learned how to “kiss” me on the cheek last night. It was more of an open mouth, remora-esque “latching on” than it was a kiss, but he did it three times when I told him to give me a kiss. It was awesome! Once you wiped off your cheek that is. He also played peek-a-boo with me the other day for probably 10 minutes straight. He would cover his own face with his blanket, and when I would say, “where’s Matthew?” he would uncover his face and smile at me. I’d then say, “there he is!” he would laugh, and then cover up his face again. It’s hilarious how entertained WE are with the inane repetitive things they do. I can see myself enjoying it with Alan for a minute or two, but ten minutes is way out of the question. Regardless, it’s fun to watch them grow up and see the learning process.
The most “athletic” thing I’ve done over the past four weeks is play 90 holes of golf over the Friday and Saturday that my brother-in-law Jared was in town. It rocked! I took the day off that Friday just to play golf, and I have to say, that’s a pretty sweet way to spend a vacation day. His wife bought him a ticket to come to Houston to golf for his birthday, and even though she missed the idea of coming down on his birthday (not two months after) to capitalize on the free golf, it was still an excellent weekend. It seemed to be a fitting farewell to freedom for the next couple of months. If any of you decide that you need a golf vacation around your birthdays, let me know. I’m sure we can squeeze in a few rounds.
As far as my recent workouts go, I’ve been pretty hit-and-miss for the last several weeks. I’ve gotten into the dreaded 70+ hour weeks of business plan, and the extra time it takes to work out in the morning are hours that ultimately take away from work or spending time with Jen and Matthew. As I was sitting here (at work) Friday evening of last week, I realized I literally had not seen Matthew since Monday night. Not cool. I did get to hang out with him yesterday for several hours in between meetings and while Jen napped, so that was great. He learned how to “kiss” me on the cheek last night. It was more of an open mouth, remora-esque “latching on” than it was a kiss, but he did it three times when I told him to give me a kiss. It was awesome! Once you wiped off your cheek that is. He also played peek-a-boo with me the other day for probably 10 minutes straight. He would cover his own face with his blanket, and when I would say, “where’s Matthew?” he would uncover his face and smile at me. I’d then say, “there he is!” he would laugh, and then cover up his face again. It’s hilarious how entertained WE are with the inane repetitive things they do. I can see myself enjoying it with Alan for a minute or two, but ten minutes is way out of the question. Regardless, it’s fun to watch them grow up and see the learning process.
The most “athletic” thing I’ve done over the past four weeks is play 90 holes of golf over the Friday and Saturday that my brother-in-law Jared was in town. It rocked! I took the day off that Friday just to play golf, and I have to say, that’s a pretty sweet way to spend a vacation day. His wife bought him a ticket to come to Houston to golf for his birthday, and even though she missed the idea of coming down on his birthday (not two months after) to capitalize on the free golf, it was still an excellent weekend. It seemed to be a fitting farewell to freedom for the next couple of months. If any of you decide that you need a golf vacation around your birthdays, let me know. I’m sure we can squeeze in a few rounds.
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