Today is Father's Day and it's ok.
Yesterday, I finished the Provo Riverwoods 10mi run at approx. 1hr 20min. It was fun.
I met Danielle there and at the top of the run we did a little trailrun warmup and experienced the morning meadow and green of this tranquil canyon.
I started the run at a moderate pace. I felt I could've gone WAY faster but decided to hold back and just flow with it. At mile 5 I decided it was time to pick up the pace and see what I could do. It was good that I went slower for the first 5 miles because toward the end of mile 10 my body was exhausted but not extremely spent.
Today, Father's Day, I had to work. I don't mind working sundays except when it totally throws off my groove of peacefulness...like, today. I mostly attribute my lack of enthusiasm at work to the fact that my body is still on the mend. Later, toward the last of my work day I drank a Rockstar energy drink and I was fit as a fiddle.
I called my father. The call went straight to voicemail and I left a message. I did talk to my little brother Josh though. It was nice to talk to a family member. I don't do that as oft as I know I should.
I wonder if life's cards has "father" in it's hand for me.
Who knows.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
First Time Bouldering; Big Cottonwood Canyon
Yesterday I went bouldering with Danielle. She's a climber and an enthusiastic moderately experienced boulderer. I told her that I was interested, we made plans and did the deed yesterday.
I went to the University of Utah ORP (Outdoor Recreation Program) and rented shoes and a crashpad. They always have great prices for rentals.
We arrived and went exploring for the boulders she climbed last time she went. We eventually found them. You could tell they were popular places because of the well matted soil around the giant rocks.
I tried my hands on three paths.
Boulder one had two paths:
1. Starting out under the boulder on it's south side, you make your way up to this ridge and traverse east across till you reach a point. From there you make your way up to the top.
I made it from underneath to the beginning of the ridge and couldn't go any further. Danielle made it look soooo easy.
2. You start on the east sloping face side of the boulder and make your way to the top, the same place where path No.1 ends.
I tried this one the most. I hopped up on this step and made at-most 3 unique leg movements from there. I reached the southern ridge with one hand which would be key to conquering this route but couldn't go further. I don't think I trusted my footholds enough.
3. A separate boulder to the north of the first one had a route on the east side that went up a ridge, across its northern face and up to the top.
By the time I made it to this boulder I was getting a little tired. By the end of it I was mostly spent. I tried to traverse the ridge of this boulder to make my way across it's north face but lacked the strength to hold on for very long. On this particular rock my feet kept slipping. I'm sure it had to do with the way I was positioning my body. I feel I need to learn efficiency during holding. Working out my arms and upper body couldn't hurt either :}
It was my first time bouldering and I feel good about it. Danielle said I did good and I want to try again soon. My arms were thoroughly exhausted by ending time. Also, my hands were raw as burger but that'll pass with time. As a sprouting beginner I feel confident that with time and supreme patience skills I'll be able to conquer these paths.
-Wish me LUCK! ;D
I went to the University of Utah ORP (Outdoor Recreation Program) and rented shoes and a crashpad. They always have great prices for rentals.
We arrived and went exploring for the boulders she climbed last time she went. We eventually found them. You could tell they were popular places because of the well matted soil around the giant rocks.
I tried my hands on three paths.
Boulder one had two paths:
1. Starting out under the boulder on it's south side, you make your way up to this ridge and traverse east across till you reach a point. From there you make your way up to the top.
I made it from underneath to the beginning of the ridge and couldn't go any further. Danielle made it look soooo easy.
2. You start on the east sloping face side of the boulder and make your way to the top, the same place where path No.1 ends.
I tried this one the most. I hopped up on this step and made at-most 3 unique leg movements from there. I reached the southern ridge with one hand which would be key to conquering this route but couldn't go further. I don't think I trusted my footholds enough.
3. A separate boulder to the north of the first one had a route on the east side that went up a ridge, across its northern face and up to the top.
By the time I made it to this boulder I was getting a little tired. By the end of it I was mostly spent. I tried to traverse the ridge of this boulder to make my way across it's north face but lacked the strength to hold on for very long. On this particular rock my feet kept slipping. I'm sure it had to do with the way I was positioning my body. I feel I need to learn efficiency during holding. Working out my arms and upper body couldn't hurt either :}
It was my first time bouldering and I feel good about it. Danielle said I did good and I want to try again soon. My arms were thoroughly exhausted by ending time. Also, my hands were raw as burger but that'll pass with time. As a sprouting beginner I feel confident that with time and supreme patience skills I'll be able to conquer these paths.
-Wish me LUCK! ;D
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Leaving for Moab Today
Going with friends to Moab. Guaranteed rafting and hiking will be the highlights. Also good company doesn't hurt.
It's times like these that I wish I had a camera to document my adventures.
It's times like these that I wish I had a camera to document my adventures.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
dried banana slices or: spinal chord x-section
Today i changed my oil.
yes, i change my own oil.
no, i will NOT dump my oil down a sewer drain or into my local pond.
yes, i am a firm believer in recycling oil and everything else that you can recycle.
yes, i think this first paragraph is l a m e.
I'm planning on going back home to NM to visit for the holidays.
That's exiciting for me especially since I havn't been home for awhile
and my little brother will be married by the time i arrive. neat.
This past week has been the pits. Sorta.
I had a migrane all day this past Sunday. I finally relized that I had migrane medicine in
my car and moved myself downstairs from my room, into the freezing cold living room,
and out the door where it was snowing (hooray!). I looked at the snow and felt peaceful.
Then as i was walking down the front stairs i slipped, my lower back hit a stair edge and my
elbow hit another. I found myself laying in agony at the base of the stairs (there are only
like 5 or 6 of them) for like 4 minutes.
The pain overshadowing the cold and everthing else that mattered in the world at that time.
I remember hearing a cruching sound and hoped that i didn't damage anything. I started to
feel dizzy sorta like when you in/exhale too much helium and you feel really disassociated with
your body with thoughts like, "do i really exist?, what is time?, is this really happening?".
I almost blacked out.
Then came the ringing in my ears.
Long-story-short, i tried again and sucessfully got the medication to treat my now
migrane/nausea/backpain/elbowpain/feaver-like ailing condition.
It was during that time when i realized i wanted to say, "mom". I did. It felt good to say it.
I went to bed.
Still feelin sucky. That's why i'm writing about it.
yes, i change my own oil.
no, i will NOT dump my oil down a sewer drain or into my local pond.
yes, i am a firm believer in recycling oil and everything else that you can recycle.
yes, i think this first paragraph is l a m e.
I'm planning on going back home to NM to visit for the holidays.
That's exiciting for me especially since I havn't been home for awhile
and my little brother will be married by the time i arrive. neat.
This past week has been the pits. Sorta.
I had a migrane all day this past Sunday. I finally relized that I had migrane medicine in
my car and moved myself downstairs from my room, into the freezing cold living room,
and out the door where it was snowing (hooray!). I looked at the snow and felt peaceful.
Then as i was walking down the front stairs i slipped, my lower back hit a stair edge and my
elbow hit another. I found myself laying in agony at the base of the stairs (there are only
like 5 or 6 of them) for like 4 minutes.
The pain overshadowing the cold and everthing else that mattered in the world at that time.
I remember hearing a cruching sound and hoped that i didn't damage anything. I started to
feel dizzy sorta like when you in/exhale too much helium and you feel really disassociated with
your body with thoughts like, "do i really exist?, what is time?, is this really happening?".
I almost blacked out.
Then came the ringing in my ears.
Long-story-short, i tried again and sucessfully got the medication to treat my now
migrane/nausea/backpain/elbowpain/feaver-like ailing condition.
It was during that time when i realized i wanted to say, "mom". I did. It felt good to say it.
I went to bed.
Still feelin sucky. That's why i'm writing about it.
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