This Sunday I’m tackling the Columbia Triathlon up in Maryland (.93mi swim, 25.4mi bike, 6.2mi run) and I have decided that I should have some goals in mind throughout the weekend. Some are carry-overs from running in general, but there’s no reason why they can’t apply too. So here we go…
- Finish. Always the #1 goal of a race.
- Don’t throw up. Not that I am planning to. But that’s always a very important rule to put out there. I’ve made it 10 years now without breaking this one.
- Maximum number of times to get kicked in the head during the swim: 2. I did get kicked in the head when I did a super-sprint tri last year, but it was also only about a quarter of the distance. So if I can limit the number of head-kicks to two, well, that will be a victory.
- Don’t swear too much during the bike course. I cannot promise this goal will be met.
- Remember to take OFF the bike helmet before I start the run. There are some awfully funny pictures out there of people who forgot. I would like to not be one of those people forever immortalized.
- Find winning lottery ticket. Oh, wait, I’m sorry, I thought this was the “pipe dreams” list. Never mind.
We shall see how many of these actually happen. Famous last words, I’m sure.
I was link-hopping this morning over breakfast and I landed on this post at “Steak and Legs” about the iPad. And with one exception (I’ve crossed those words out, you’ll know it when you see it) it is my exact feelings about the iPad in a nutshell. So much that it’s a little eerie and a relief simultaneously. (I’m not alone! It’s not just me!)
It just looks so cool! I spent a couple days trying to think up what I’m sure were probably the most incredible excuses Legs has ever heard. I need an eBook reader… But I never read books anyway. I need something to go browse the web around the apartment… but I’m never more than 3 feet from a computer in the Apartment anyway.
What it comes down to is that I don’t need one. I have no real use for one. I even went to Best Buy and played with one and couldn’t think of anything to do with it that I couldn’t do with the iPhone in my pocket. But I still want one.
I’m addicted. I just love the feeling of coming home with a new toy to un-box and play with. I love learning the new system inside and out and then showing my friends all the cool stuff it does. If only my toy’s weren’t $500 this wouldn’t be an issue.
To be fair, I do have an eBook reader already. If anything, it even reduces the need for an iPad further. But they’re still awfully cool. Fortunately I am in the process of trying to save up a lot of money, so concentrating on that long term goal is a good way to keep me from blowing all that money on something I sooooo do not need.
(But if someone is going out of town and needs an iPad babysitter, please, let me know.)
Watching a movie in the second row, I’ve decided, creates an entirely different dimension to a movie that perhaps the filmmakers did not intend. I am fairly sure, for instance, that the setting of Please Give was not supposed a world where radiation from the sun has caused a race of hugely tall people to take over New York City. Although with all the talk of tanning, microwaves, and larger apartments in the film, perhaps I am onto something here.
(P.S. It’s awesome, go see it.)
Continuing my attempt not be a zillion years behind the times (and failing), I finally heard that Ke$ha song “Tik Tok” thanks to The Simpsons remaking their opening sequence to the first minute or so of the song.
(If you haven’t seen it, it’s well worth doing so. Surprisingly clever, and a search for Simpsons Tik Tok should do it. People are uploading faster than Fox can take them down.)
Anyway, curious, I listened to the rest of the song and three thoughts won’t leave my head now.
- Thanks to auto-tune, anyone it seems can be a hit singer. Seriously, could it be any more blatant?
- I could go the rest of my life, happily, without ever hear the word “crunk” again.
- Damn, that song sure is catchy. It’s been stuck in my head all day long.
Tune in during July 2015 when I finally hear a song by Justin Bieber.