I also transcribed three of the four audioblogs so you don't have to listen to my voice if you don't want to (or don't have the hardware/software set-up that would allow it).
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Monday, July 25, 2005
3-Day
First reports are now up at Bloggity, with more to come:
- Audioblog - Friday Lunch
- Audioblog - Camp One
- Audioblog - Camp Two
- Audioblog - Camp Two Continued/Finished
- 3-Day Report Day One
- 3-Day Pictures Day One
Thursday, July 21, 2005
3-Day Prep
Almost ready for the 3-Day. Most of my gear is assembled (but not yet packed). I'm doing some last-minute washing of clothing to make sure I have enough pairs of shorts. And I'm trying to calm my heart, which is racing with fear at the prospect of walking for three solid days.
Wish me luck, because if I've ever needed luck, it's going to be this weekend.
Wish me luck, because if I've ever needed luck, it's going to be this weekend.
Note: I will be audioblogging the 3-Day over on Bloggity.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
James Doohan, 1920-2005
I just saw online that James Doohan died earlier today. I guess Scotty's now been beamed up to that great starship in the sky. Laura and I got to meet him once, briefly, at a book signing near our apartment when we lived in Redmond. (Jimmy Doohan and his family have been living there for some time.) What a great guy, terrific sense of humor, and let's face it, it was Scotty that really made the Enterprise go. I am so tempted to break out my copy of "Relics," the episode he did of ST:TNG and have a good reminisce.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Happy Anniversary, Laura!
Can you believe that, as of today, we've been married eleven years? No, me neither. It has been the good part of an otherwise difficult time of my life, so thank you for giving me a reason to wake up every morning.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Crazy Reporters
I just saw a wonderful segment on Komo 4 news showing a bunch of TV News reporters covering the Hirricane live... outside. Including one group of reporters that had to run when pieces of a large shed came flying at them, and one reporter who had to grab a traffic light pole to keep from falling over. The latter reporter said, "I know it's going to sound strange coming from me, but you really shouldn't go out in this."
ICE Your Cellphone
I just read about this on a news site, then Snopes chimed in, so I'm going to do this to my cell phone right now.
In short, create an entry in your cellphone's address book that has the number (or numbers) of the person to call in an emergency. I.C.E. stands for In Case of Emergency.
As Snopes points out, it's not perfect, but since so many people are carrying cells now and most folks keep them with them at all times, it's a nice back-up form of identification and contact information.
In short, create an entry in your cellphone's address book that has the number (or numbers) of the person to call in an emergency. I.C.E. stands for In Case of Emergency.
As Snopes points out, it's not perfect, but since so many people are carrying cells now and most folks keep them with them at all times, it's a nice back-up form of identification and contact information.
Harry Potter on Saturday...
...and I just realized a couple of days ago that it's also our eleventh wedding anniversay. Wowsa.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Wahoo!!!
I made it!!!! I have the full amount!!!! YES!!!!!
*ahem*
I just got a donation that finished out the minimum goal for The 3-Day Walk!
*ahem*
I just got a donation that finished out the minimum goal for The 3-Day Walk!
Congratulations, London!
You were the winner in one of the toughest fields of candidates ever. I'm sure you will be terrific hosts for the 2012 Olympics.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Kamikaze Ferret!
I haven't been blogging my training walks lately, which is sad because I've got a lot of good stories that I've managed to lose in the clutter that is my brain.
I went on a fairly decent training walk yesterday, it ended up about 9 miles. I originally intended to go 15 miles, but a blister on one of my toes ended my hopes for that distance. I will have better access to medical help during The Walk itself, so I hope it won't be as big a problem if it happens again.
Anyway, being the Fourth of July, I figured it would be either rainy or at least overcast. No such luck. The sun came out early and stayed all day. In fact, it was probably the clearest Fourth we've had in years.
I started around 10 am and headed down to the trail. There were tons of people in the streets of Bothell as the parade was getting set up. I passed the police setting up barriers in the streets, and lots of people who had already settled themselves along Main Street to watch the parade.
Once I got down to the trail, I was nearly run over by a cart that was acting as an adventure ride for a group of kids. As it approached me, though, it's engine died and I was able to walk around it. The driver managed to get the engine going again, but by that time I was on the trail and heading away from it.
As I passed Bothell Landing Park, I spotted a group of Redcoats waiting on the trail side of the bridge. I couldn't resist, I went up on the bridge and took a couple of pictures of them. There were a bunch of other folks snapping pictures as well. When I finally continued on my way and walked past them, I asked about wearing bright red and white in an army... "Aren't you just dressed as walking targets?" I said. I got glared at, and none of them answered. Oh well. In contrast, the rebel army on the other side of the bridge was barely visible among the trees, even though they were practicing their formations the same way as the Redcoats.
I walked on, with tons and tons of bicyclists passing me, most of them headed into Bothell. I also passed a woman walking two extremely cute pug puppies, and told myeslf that I had to tell Eric's mom about them.
After I'd gone about two and a half miles, I reached a long straight stretch of the trail. There were a lot of people on the trail, and I could see what was happening further down quite easily. I saw what at first appeared to be a squirrel run across the trail. Only it didn't look quite like a squirrel. I shrugged to myself, as I figured I'd never see the thing again since it had crossed and probably run off. I was wrong. As I got nearer to its crossing point, the creature crossed back across the trail, but this time there were two cyclists right there and one of them had to hit his brakes to keep from hitting it. There was a screech (did you know bicycle brakes can screech) and even a puff of road dust under the cyclist's tire, and the creature leaped simultaneously backward and to the side to get out of the bike's way, then back into the bushes. The cyclist that nearly hit it was going in my direction, and he continued on, the other cyclist saw me looking and said, "did it get away? Did he hit it?!" "It got across, he didn't hit it." I said, as she slowly passed me. I heard her sigh in relief as she continued on. When I got to the crossing point, I stopped and looked into the foliage at the side of the trail. Looking back at me was a very shocked and shaken ferret. It looked at me. I looked at it. It suddenly shook off its shock and bolted deeper into the green. A family passing by on bikes slowed and asked me what that thing was. I said, "It looked like a ferret!" "Poor thing!" "I hope it makes it!" and they rode off. I shrugged as well... I couldn't have caught it even if I wanted to. I continued walking.
I didn't have much trouble with the walking until I got to around the six mile mark. Then my right foot started giving me some trouble. I found a handy bench and took off my shoe, and sure enough, nasty blister on one of my toes (next to the smallest toe). I wrapped a blister bandage around it best I could, then started off again, but it was clear that the pain was going to make it really difficult to keep walking. In addition, I could feel two other "hotspots" on my feet, and I only had one more blister bandage on me. I decided to cut the walk short, and call for backup as soon as I could locate a spot where Eric could easily find me.
That spot was three more miles along the trail, at Matthew Beach Park. I rested and ate my Clif Bar there, and realized I felt surprisingly good. Except for the feet, I could have gone on much further. Of course, the feet need to be in good shape or I'm not going anywhere. So it was a mixed blessing of a feeling.
Still, not too bad. I've only got two and a half weeks of training left before The Walk itself. I hope I can manage.
I went on a fairly decent training walk yesterday, it ended up about 9 miles. I originally intended to go 15 miles, but a blister on one of my toes ended my hopes for that distance. I will have better access to medical help during The Walk itself, so I hope it won't be as big a problem if it happens again.
Anyway, being the Fourth of July, I figured it would be either rainy or at least overcast. No such luck. The sun came out early and stayed all day. In fact, it was probably the clearest Fourth we've had in years.
I started around 10 am and headed down to the trail. There were tons of people in the streets of Bothell as the parade was getting set up. I passed the police setting up barriers in the streets, and lots of people who had already settled themselves along Main Street to watch the parade.
Once I got down to the trail, I was nearly run over by a cart that was acting as an adventure ride for a group of kids. As it approached me, though, it's engine died and I was able to walk around it. The driver managed to get the engine going again, but by that time I was on the trail and heading away from it.
As I passed Bothell Landing Park, I spotted a group of Redcoats waiting on the trail side of the bridge. I couldn't resist, I went up on the bridge and took a couple of pictures of them. There were a bunch of other folks snapping pictures as well. When I finally continued on my way and walked past them, I asked about wearing bright red and white in an army... "Aren't you just dressed as walking targets?" I said. I got glared at, and none of them answered. Oh well. In contrast, the rebel army on the other side of the bridge was barely visible among the trees, even though they were practicing their formations the same way as the Redcoats.
I walked on, with tons and tons of bicyclists passing me, most of them headed into Bothell. I also passed a woman walking two extremely cute pug puppies, and told myeslf that I had to tell Eric's mom about them.
After I'd gone about two and a half miles, I reached a long straight stretch of the trail. There were a lot of people on the trail, and I could see what was happening further down quite easily. I saw what at first appeared to be a squirrel run across the trail. Only it didn't look quite like a squirrel. I shrugged to myself, as I figured I'd never see the thing again since it had crossed and probably run off. I was wrong. As I got nearer to its crossing point, the creature crossed back across the trail, but this time there were two cyclists right there and one of them had to hit his brakes to keep from hitting it. There was a screech (did you know bicycle brakes can screech) and even a puff of road dust under the cyclist's tire, and the creature leaped simultaneously backward and to the side to get out of the bike's way, then back into the bushes. The cyclist that nearly hit it was going in my direction, and he continued on, the other cyclist saw me looking and said, "did it get away? Did he hit it?!" "It got across, he didn't hit it." I said, as she slowly passed me. I heard her sigh in relief as she continued on. When I got to the crossing point, I stopped and looked into the foliage at the side of the trail. Looking back at me was a very shocked and shaken ferret. It looked at me. I looked at it. It suddenly shook off its shock and bolted deeper into the green. A family passing by on bikes slowed and asked me what that thing was. I said, "It looked like a ferret!" "Poor thing!" "I hope it makes it!" and they rode off. I shrugged as well... I couldn't have caught it even if I wanted to. I continued walking.
I didn't have much trouble with the walking until I got to around the six mile mark. Then my right foot started giving me some trouble. I found a handy bench and took off my shoe, and sure enough, nasty blister on one of my toes (next to the smallest toe). I wrapped a blister bandage around it best I could, then started off again, but it was clear that the pain was going to make it really difficult to keep walking. In addition, I could feel two other "hotspots" on my feet, and I only had one more blister bandage on me. I decided to cut the walk short, and call for backup as soon as I could locate a spot where Eric could easily find me.
That spot was three more miles along the trail, at Matthew Beach Park. I rested and ate my Clif Bar there, and realized I felt surprisingly good. Except for the feet, I could have gone on much further. Of course, the feet need to be in good shape or I'm not going anywhere. So it was a mixed blessing of a feeling.
Still, not too bad. I've only got two and a half weeks of training left before The Walk itself. I hope I can manage.
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