Riding and Perogies

Well, I completed 3 hours on the indoor trainer today (that was for you, Chad!). The last 1/2 hour was tough, but I wanted to outdo Allan's ride. Riding inside is definitely more quality than outside. You get no downhill breaks, for one! But unlike Allan, I like the indoor trainer and do not find that it makes me go crazy. He calls it mentally irregular. I call it focus.

After the ride, I hooked Allan into helping me make perogies. He did a great job as my 'dough boy!' But it wasn't long after we started that Allan realized these are tedious to make, so he quickly ran to the store and grabbed a bottle of Captain Morgan's spiced rum before settling back to his duties as rolling and cutting the dough. As always, we make a great team. I like perogie filling and pinching, Allan likes the dough rolling. Perfect! I must say that these are the best perogies I have ever made, and we look forward to enjoying them over Christmas! Mount Washington, here we come!!

There is way too much use of the indoor trainer. I guess this is what we're stuck with for the next while. Normally in Victoria we get a snow fall that melts a couple of hours later and a few days that riding outside is very uncomfortable. This snow storm is here to stay! It is cold and dry, just like what I remember about Edmonton.
No that is not a receding hair line!! That's the way I came out of the womb.
For using the indoor trainer we put our road bikes on a clamp thingy that reads watts and evaluates the efficiency of pedaling so it is time well spent. It has been proven that too much time on the indoor trainer will cause multiple personality disorders, and occasionally fits of crying. I really hope this weather comes around.

We have confirmed our race plan for the year. It goes as follows;
1/2 Ironman in New Orleans called a 70.3. Pronounced, seventy point three. In April 09.
70.3 is the distance in miles of the swim/bike/run. (which is 1/2 the distance of an Ironman)
Another 1/2 Ironman in Oliver in June where we will hopefully qualify for Ironman Canada (IMC) Which takes place in the last week of Aug.
I (Allan) also qualified for the World Championships in Australia for the Age group classification and if all goes well I will be attending that race also. The only problem is that it is two weeks after IMC and usually an Ironman takes a good 2-3 weeks to recover from so I may be a bit flat but if I am super diligent with post race recovery from IMC I should be good to go.


For Christmas this year we have decided to go to mount Washington to try our hand at snow shoeing and x-country skiing. Should be fun. It's kinda weird not going home for the holidays but at some point as an adult we have to start our own traditions. Who knows, maybe getting away will be more relaxing and we can entice some others to come with us next year. I really want to do a Vegas Christmas and new years one year.

Triathletes behaving badly! Good Times!

I am sitting here feeling guilty about missing my 10:00am run with HPR because I slept till 10:10am. Why would I (we)be sleeping so late you ask? Well, because we were out last night doing beer bongs and keg stands while dressed as Vegas entertainers. What other good reason would there be? Conveniently we forgot our camera at home so we will have to wait till the photos are posted on our teams web site to get a full view of the festivities. Right now I can't quite remember the whole thing and there is comfort in that. I do remember bailing down the hardwood stairs in the hosts foyer with my old boxing boots on. Apparently the soles of the shoes have hardened over the 8 years they have been in storage and mixed with nice shiny hardwood they act like the shoe worn by curlers. To add to the good times I was holding a cup full of coffee that did not survive the flight. Why would I be drinking coffee after doing beer bongs? No really! I am asking you. Why would I be drinking coffee after doing beer bongs? Maybe I was running an experiment on what would happen to your digestive system at night after consuming shooters, beer, cookies, pastries filled with cream, chips, pork balls, cake, tarts, rum and pepsi, cheese, aaaaannnnndddddd COFFEE. Let me tell you. One word. Heartburn. Not regular heartburn but the kind that makes you think you could die because the acid in your stomach is actually digesting your throat and thoracic region.

I guess I should explain what we were doing dressed up and stuff. We are on a triathlon team called Human powered Racing and they have an annual event at Christmas the follows a theme and people show up in costume. This year was Vegas entertainers. As Vegas entertainers I went as a boxer and Tammy went as a female Elvis rock start. Her outfit was nice and tight and if you looked close enough you could see her undergarments. I think the boys liked it. I know I did. I was pretty much naked with my body all oiled up, hands wrapped, and wearing the 'boxing shoes'. It would have made for a great slow motion shot watching me do the dance on the stairs holding a coffee. Our friend Tamara saw the whole thing up close and it seemed my feet were in the air for a long time while everyone was gasping. Honestly, it was the shoes not the alcohol. RRigghhhtt.
I will try and post photos soon.

Just try not to cry!!

If a tear doesn't well up in your eyes you should check if your heart is still beating.
This lion could rip these guys apart but it remembered they were friends, even after living in the 'wild. '
YouTube - Christian the Lion - the full story (in HQ)