Tuesday, February 26, 2013

This


Saturday
Nice run around the townhouses and soccer fields. After 25 minutes I stopped to do a few pull ups. I finished by the laundry mat.

Sunday
Off. I pulled a muscle while working. Nothing serious. Just very sore around my hips and low back.

Monday
Off. Still recovering. I was able to do some work without pain but I had another accident where for lack of good procedures in the working place, I scratch my face with a drill bit.

Tuesday
Off. I am feeling better but not 100% yet.

Wednesday
Time to test my legs. Easy, very short run, about twenty minutes on the bike path. No pain. Hope to be back running at 100% again.

Thursday
Another test day for my gluts muscle. Good run on the bike path. I was able to cover the entire course in 29:49. The leg speed still there.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Australian bagels, anyone?


All Jewed out in Caulfield

Date
Category
Opinion


Read more: http://www.smh.com.au/opinion/all-jewed-out-in-caulfield-20091104-hxzl.html#ixzz2La3zNejJ


OYYYY yoyyy yoy-yoy YOYYYYYY,
I am sooooo Jewed out, I am totally overJewified, I am plotzing at the seams with Jewishness and I just wanna shlump on my farshtunken tuchus like a meshugener shmo. Yesterday I had to go to Caulfield North to see a dentist for a check-up, and Caulfield North is a very Jewish suburb. Even the streets have Jewish names: there's ''Alma'', which sounds like the name of an old Jewish grandma, the kind who force-feeds her grandkids like she's fattening foie gras ducks. And there's ''Inkerman'', which is also a very Jewish-sounding name - and not just that, but the street itself gets prematurely circumcised by Dandenong Road, right on it's pointy schmeckle tip.
Caulfield North was buzzing with Jewliciousness: Jews were in the park walking their Jewish dogs - little furry-faced ones with dangly forelock-ears and quizzical scholarly expressions. Jews were sitting in cafes eating Jewish cakes, then washing them down with refreshing mouthfuls of Jewish pastries and onion buns. And wherever there's Jews, there's usually dentists, because Jews and dentistry have always gone together, like Hare Krishnas and finger-cymbals or Christians and backpacks. My dentist was called Brian and he sat me down in his dentist chair, then I delivered that hilariously amusing Jewish-dentist-taunt, ''So, Brian, didn't make it into medicine, huh? Your parents must be so disappointed'', which probably wasn't a good idea because he stuffed my mouth with two kilograms of medieval abortion tools and jabbed something with propellers into my lower-right 31 molar.
Brian said my teeth seemed fine but he wanted to double-check so he sent me off to get dental X-rays at a radiology clinic in Balaclava - he even gave me directions, saying, ''It's right across the road from Glicks'', because that's how Jews give directions; everything's in relation to bagel shops. If you asked a Jew how to get to the city, they'd say, ''You know Aviv's? 9.9 kilometres north-west from there - and grab some macaroons before you go, I like the almond ones but if you prefer glace cherries, that's your business, I'm not interfering, it's your life.''
So I went to Balaclava, which is an even MORE Jewish suburb because it sounds like a pastry - and this is where you can buy 758 different varieties of Polish dill pickles, where Chassidic families drive around in Econovans the size of BHP iron-ore trucks, where orthodox women power walk in great long denim skirts that have no stepping room so their legs shuffle along like scissors trapped in a sock. I sat in the waiting room of the radiology clinic, chewing on a Glicks bagel, and when they called me in for my X-ray they found 74 cavities, all of them poppy seeds.
By now I was getting a bit Jew-juiced up, I was kvetching and noodging and had an overwhelming urge to see a Woody Allen movie so I schlepped over to the Classic Cinema in Elsternwick, which is the epicentre of all Jewishness in the meta-universe, and I watched a film called Whatever Works, about a whiny old Jewish man hooking up with a gorgeous young shikse girl and is one hour and 28 minutes of Woody justifying why he's shtupping his own stepdaughter. And I got to hear every line of spoken dialogue in surround-sound stereo because the cute old Jewish couple sitting behind me kept going ''What'd that guy just say?/ He called that kid a little potzer./ Ha ha, that's funny, and what did he say just after that?/ I don't know because I was too busy telling you what he said before that./ Is this movie nearly over, because I really need cake?''
By the end of the movie I was completely shluffed and klutzy and nebbishy - I think I'd turned a bit psychosomatic-Semitic. And I seemed to have become smaller: when I got into my car, I had to reach up to hold the steering wheel and drive home like that, unable to see a thing, just using my sense of smell to guide me, sniffing for bagel shops to get directions.

Grin

Well, back to my daily rants about a few days of jogging. Not much running to report. Hard working days! And accidents. The accidents or injuries will be report in my next post. For now another short week that has become quite normal.



Saturday
Good run late in the day. The usual bike path route out and back. I added a few minutes to finish by the laundry mat. 36 minutes and 47 seconds.

Sunday
Off.

Monday
I rode my bike down to the bike path. From midway out to the bike shop and back. After ten minutes I ran one mile in 5:45 followed by another ten minutes easy and a 5:45 mile with a short cool down. Nice cool weather. My legs felt light and comfortable. 36 minutes and 16 seconds.

Tuesday
Off. Upper body weights. Very tired.

Wednesday
Nice tempo run on the bike path. I covered the 4.7 miles course in 29:29. Not fast, but good enough to test my endurance.

Thursday
Easy short run around the soccer fields and townhouses. After yesterday's run I decided to back off.

Friday
Off. Long working day.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Monday, February 11, 2013

Shock

Another short running week. Too many things are happening at the same time. Add the usual stress of daily life and running becomes a secondary activity sometimes. All the doping cases keep popping up everywhere. The hard work mantra is not there anymore. Greed and personal satisfaction have become the main goal.



Saturday
Very tired.

Sunday
I had a very long working day. Tired.

Monday
I ran the usual bike path route from home. From half way to the bike shop in 8:36. Then I ran easy for five minutes and increased the pace for the next 3/4 plus miles, 3:57. I was feeling exhausted. 41 minutes and 20 seconds.

Tuesday
Off.

Wednesday
From home to the bike path, out and back. Nice run. I covered the 2.88 miles in 18:45 and ran easy the rest of the course. 47 minutes and 57 seconds.

Thursday
Short run on the bike path. From half way to the bike shop and back. I was feeling tired. Better back off for better days. 19 minutes and 47 seconds.

Friday
Another day off.



Rise of the Drones

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Plus


Saturday
Off.

Sunday
Nice run from home to the local track. I ran 5 x 400 in 80;78;76;76;76 w/ 400 easy jog under 1:45 in between reps. Cold weather. 48 minutes.

Monday
I ran from home to the bike path and back. My legs felt great. I took the hilly route. 42 minutes and 33 seconds.

Tuesday
Bike path out and back. I was feeling very light. Good pace. 31 minutes and 13 seconds.

Wednesday
Good run on the bike path. Great weather. My legs felt really good. 35 minutes.

Thursday
Another good run from home to the bike path, out and back home. I increased the pace on the way back from the bike shop to the local track.(8:15) My legs were feeling light. 39 minutes and 14 seconds.

Friday
Off.