On another note, here's a couple pictures from the wedding...
Monday, April 27, 2009
Oh No!!!
Well I really blew it. I managed to avoid being picked to be on the jury, but was chosen as an alternate juror... DOH! So I have to go to court Monday through Thursdays for the next 4 weeks or so. I did talk to the judge about my wedding & she promised I won't miss the big day. Anyway, the timing of this is annoying with all the wedding planning. But I'm thankful work-wise that I'm on duty now when the portfolio is stable and not last summer or fall. At least it should be interesting to sit through a criminal trial & see how the system works.
On another note, here's a couple pictures from the wedding...
On another note, here's a couple pictures from the wedding...
Quick post
Sorry Mom that I haven't had anything interesting to post this past week, or any time to post it. But I'll fire off as much as I can write in 10 minutes.
I got called to jury duty last week. I was assigned to the jury pool for a pretty bad criminal case, and have jury selection today. I think it would be really cool to serve on a jury sometime, but not for the 4 weeks they're talking about! That's a lot of work to miss.
Friday night I saw one of the worst A's games I've been to in a while. Their rookie pitcher absolutely got shelled, and the offense couldn't get going. They finally got going again and beat the Rays both Saturday and Sunday (of course - the games I DIDN'T go to).
Dana & I were going to try to fly on Saturday. I haven't been since I flew to Redding in March. But there was a 17 knot wind at an 80 degree angle to the runway... conditions my instructor won't even fly in. So that got scrubbed.
So on to Carmel Saturday afternoon for a couple of events. I was entered in the Big Sur 5K, which runs the same day as the Big Sur Marathon. Ironically the 5K doesn't go anywhere near Big Sur (the marathon starts there and finishes in Carmel).. the 5k starts and finishes in Carmel. On Saturday we saw Julia Stamps Mallon (my college friend and teammate). On Sunday she ran 3:04 in the marathon just 3 1/2 months after having a baby! It's mindboggling how talented she is. My 5k went better than last week - I was 15th in 16:25 on a hilly course. But I know I'm good for a much faster time still.
Sunday afternoon we went to a college friend, Mike "T-bone" O'neil's, wedding. It was a beautiful spot in Carmel Valley & I had a great time catching up with college friends. I'm getting excited for my big day. The drive home last night was tough. I'm tired today!
ok... back to the courtroom... not bad for 10 minutes! (sorry for any typos as i don't have time to proof)
I got called to jury duty last week. I was assigned to the jury pool for a pretty bad criminal case, and have jury selection today. I think it would be really cool to serve on a jury sometime, but not for the 4 weeks they're talking about! That's a lot of work to miss.
Friday night I saw one of the worst A's games I've been to in a while. Their rookie pitcher absolutely got shelled, and the offense couldn't get going. They finally got going again and beat the Rays both Saturday and Sunday (of course - the games I DIDN'T go to).
Dana & I were going to try to fly on Saturday. I haven't been since I flew to Redding in March. But there was a 17 knot wind at an 80 degree angle to the runway... conditions my instructor won't even fly in. So that got scrubbed.
So on to Carmel Saturday afternoon for a couple of events. I was entered in the Big Sur 5K, which runs the same day as the Big Sur Marathon. Ironically the 5K doesn't go anywhere near Big Sur (the marathon starts there and finishes in Carmel).. the 5k starts and finishes in Carmel. On Saturday we saw Julia Stamps Mallon (my college friend and teammate). On Sunday she ran 3:04 in the marathon just 3 1/2 months after having a baby! It's mindboggling how talented she is. My 5k went better than last week - I was 15th in 16:25 on a hilly course. But I know I'm good for a much faster time still.
Sunday afternoon we went to a college friend, Mike "T-bone" O'neil's, wedding. It was a beautiful spot in Carmel Valley & I had a great time catching up with college friends. I'm getting excited for my big day. The drive home last night was tough. I'm tired today!
ok... back to the courtroom... not bad for 10 minutes! (sorry for any typos as i don't have time to proof)
Sunday, April 19, 2009
A bad race but an amazing bowling game
In major league baseball, a perfect game is when a pitcher throws a complete nine inning game for a victory, without allowing a single opposing hitting to reach base. No hits, errors, walks, hit batsmen, etc. You face 27 batters and record 27 outs. It has only happened 17 times in major league history - the most famous perfect game was Don Larson in the 1956 World Series.
In bowling a perfect game is far more common, but still the ultimate achievement (except for maybe rolling a bunch of perfect games in a row)... No, I'm not about to say I bowled a perfect game, but I had a darn good one! There was one summer of my life where I bowled pretty consistently, and during that time bowled by best score of 219. Since then I've gone just a few times a year, and rarely getting anywhere close to 200. So Saturday night we went out & I took the first turn. STRIKE. Good start, but didn't think much of it. Frame 2: STRIKE. A good one where the pins just explode. Frame 3: you guessed it... STRIKE. A turkey to start the game. Well now, having no idea how I'm so on my game, I'm actually thinking I might put together a good score. After my 4th strike in a row, Dana asks "How are you doing this?" After my 5th strike in a row, one of my buddies refuses to high 5 me because he didn't do that for the first few frames and doesn't want to break my rhythm. I go to roll my 7th frame with a perfect game still in tact. Now I'm feeling pretty nervous, and there's a birthday party with a bunch of little girls running around on the lane right next to me. I slip a little on the approach, and the ball comes in from a different angle but once again... STRIKE! Finally on my 8th frame, I leave 1 pin standing, but pull it back together for the strikes in the 9th and 10th.
Final score... 255!
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
X X X X X X X 9- X X9-
Don't bet money on me ever matching that score again!
The magic couldn't spill over to Sunday morning when I ran my 1st 5k of the year. I went out really fast (for my fitness level) with a 4:55 slightly uphill 1st mile. Then I quickly fell apart & finished in 16:22. I was disappointed because I know my workouts point to a much faster time. But hey... at least I'm still in good shape & giving it a go. I hear Callie ran a 5k too! I think I was in the 3rd grade the first time I ran 3 miles. It looks like we have another runner in the family.
In bowling a perfect game is far more common, but still the ultimate achievement (except for maybe rolling a bunch of perfect games in a row)... No, I'm not about to say I bowled a perfect game, but I had a darn good one! There was one summer of my life where I bowled pretty consistently, and during that time bowled by best score of 219. Since then I've gone just a few times a year, and rarely getting anywhere close to 200. So Saturday night we went out & I took the first turn. STRIKE. Good start, but didn't think much of it. Frame 2: STRIKE. A good one where the pins just explode. Frame 3: you guessed it... STRIKE. A turkey to start the game. Well now, having no idea how I'm so on my game, I'm actually thinking I might put together a good score. After my 4th strike in a row, Dana asks "How are you doing this?" After my 5th strike in a row, one of my buddies refuses to high 5 me because he didn't do that for the first few frames and doesn't want to break my rhythm. I go to roll my 7th frame with a perfect game still in tact. Now I'm feeling pretty nervous, and there's a birthday party with a bunch of little girls running around on the lane right next to me. I slip a little on the approach, and the ball comes in from a different angle but once again... STRIKE! Finally on my 8th frame, I leave 1 pin standing, but pull it back together for the strikes in the 9th and 10th.
Final score... 255!
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
X X X X X X X 9- X X9-
Don't bet money on me ever matching that score again!
The magic couldn't spill over to Sunday morning when I ran my 1st 5k of the year. I went out really fast (for my fitness level) with a 4:55 slightly uphill 1st mile. Then I quickly fell apart & finished in 16:22. I was disappointed because I know my workouts point to a much faster time. But hey... at least I'm still in good shape & giving it a go. I hear Callie ran a 5k too! I think I was in the 3rd grade the first time I ran 3 miles. It looks like we have another runner in the family.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Doh!
I came back from hanging out at Dana's place yesterday and noticed my car was parked really really crooked. I was trying to figure out how I managed to such a bad parking job, then I saw a note under the windshield wiper. My neighbor's car rolled back while parked and tagged mine. She's already filed the claim, so I'll get my baby fixed in a few days.
Here you can see how far my car got knocked to the side...
Here you can see how far my car got knocked to the side...
Thursday, April 2, 2009
9 years since I went to the hardware store
May 30, 2000-
There were 2 weeks left in my junior year of college. I was wrapping up a great track season. I was in the best shape of my life & I had run PR's at my 2 key track distances 5000 meters (14:35), and 1500 meters (3:50). I was able to do things on the track I can hardly believe now.
This Tuesday morning was pretty typical. Woke up, ran 3 miles, ate breakfast, went to class, then got ready to head out for another 7 mile run. I rode my bike to the track to chat with my coach before he headed out of town. I was excited about what I had accomplished that season, but knew I had faster times in me. Still, it had been a long season. I failed to qualify for the NCAA meet, and I was ready for my 2 week break before gearing up for cross country. But my coach talked me into extending my season 3 more weeks to run in a competitive open meet being held at Stanford (which was primarily a "last chance" opportunity for runners to qualify for the upcoming Olympic Trials). I was tired - but what the heck - one more chance to blast a fast time. I headed out for my run...
What happened 30 minutes later was hardly believable. I had run competively for 9 years and had never been forced to miss 2 days of running in a row. I headed out to run "oak creek", which I had probably run 50 times before. I was on a flat, well maintained dirt trail when the inside of my left foot landed on a tiny rock that was beside a tiny divot. My entire weight landed on the outside of my left foot and I felt a pop. I just figured I had rolled my ankle, and that I could walk it off like I always did. Nope! I couldn't put any weight on it, so I hopped about a quarter mile on one leg, borrowed a phone, and got a ride to our training room. I didn't believe the trainer who told me that my foot was broken, but the xray didn't lie. My 5th metatarsal was cracked.
The doctors gave me two options. One was to stay on crutches for 10 weeks and hope that it healed. The other was to have surgery, wait 10 weeks, and know that it would heal & not break again. Thanks to the resources of the Stanford athletic department I was able to schedule surgery with a world class orthapedic doctor at the Stanford medical center. He was the also the SF Forty Niner's team surgeon. His normal waiting list was 6 months - I had the operation 2 weeks later.
My foot healed but I never enjoyed the fitness that I had in the spring of 2000.
Fast forward to 2009. I ran frequently after college, but I didn't do the harder workouts, and I didn't race. I just went out for runs & I enjoyed it again. But over the past year, I found a fun group of guys to run with, and found I enjoyed racing again. I'm not running the times I used to but certainly in the best shape I've been in since before I graduated, and close to the best shape since my injury. The last few weeks I was having some aches and pains, but a little pain in the outside of my left foot concerned me. I didn't think it was serious, but since it was exaclty where I broke my foot 9 years ago, I decided to get some x-rays. The good news is I just had some minor tendonitus which cleared up, and my foot has healed perfectly from the surgery 9 years ago.
Looks just like what you see at the hardware store!
There were 2 weeks left in my junior year of college. I was wrapping up a great track season. I was in the best shape of my life & I had run PR's at my 2 key track distances 5000 meters (14:35), and 1500 meters (3:50). I was able to do things on the track I can hardly believe now.
This Tuesday morning was pretty typical. Woke up, ran 3 miles, ate breakfast, went to class, then got ready to head out for another 7 mile run. I rode my bike to the track to chat with my coach before he headed out of town. I was excited about what I had accomplished that season, but knew I had faster times in me. Still, it had been a long season. I failed to qualify for the NCAA meet, and I was ready for my 2 week break before gearing up for cross country. But my coach talked me into extending my season 3 more weeks to run in a competitive open meet being held at Stanford (which was primarily a "last chance" opportunity for runners to qualify for the upcoming Olympic Trials). I was tired - but what the heck - one more chance to blast a fast time. I headed out for my run...
What happened 30 minutes later was hardly believable. I had run competively for 9 years and had never been forced to miss 2 days of running in a row. I headed out to run "oak creek", which I had probably run 50 times before. I was on a flat, well maintained dirt trail when the inside of my left foot landed on a tiny rock that was beside a tiny divot. My entire weight landed on the outside of my left foot and I felt a pop. I just figured I had rolled my ankle, and that I could walk it off like I always did. Nope! I couldn't put any weight on it, so I hopped about a quarter mile on one leg, borrowed a phone, and got a ride to our training room. I didn't believe the trainer who told me that my foot was broken, but the xray didn't lie. My 5th metatarsal was cracked.
The doctors gave me two options. One was to stay on crutches for 10 weeks and hope that it healed. The other was to have surgery, wait 10 weeks, and know that it would heal & not break again. Thanks to the resources of the Stanford athletic department I was able to schedule surgery with a world class orthapedic doctor at the Stanford medical center. He was the also the SF Forty Niner's team surgeon. His normal waiting list was 6 months - I had the operation 2 weeks later.
My foot healed but I never enjoyed the fitness that I had in the spring of 2000.
Fast forward to 2009. I ran frequently after college, but I didn't do the harder workouts, and I didn't race. I just went out for runs & I enjoyed it again. But over the past year, I found a fun group of guys to run with, and found I enjoyed racing again. I'm not running the times I used to but certainly in the best shape I've been in since before I graduated, and close to the best shape since my injury. The last few weeks I was having some aches and pains, but a little pain in the outside of my left foot concerned me. I didn't think it was serious, but since it was exaclty where I broke my foot 9 years ago, I decided to get some x-rays. The good news is I just had some minor tendonitus which cleared up, and my foot has healed perfectly from the surgery 9 years ago.
Looks just like what you see at the hardware store!
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