on tip toes…

Just some views from the weekend. Too short a weekend if you ask me.and just packing for the trip and trying hard not to fall sick.
Gifts from south of the border. Loving it.

Some interesting new projects in the works.

Munchies. How can you lay off them with the pic below happening?

‘It is what it is…’ Next year fellas…

flea…

market…cheers for the pic J and cheers to A for holding down the chick dog stand. You want good threads, head to their haji store now…

12 Days…

The weekend was filled with a taper bike and run, flea markets and packing for the trip. This time next week (well Tuesday night to be exact), I’ll be off to Perth for the IM. I don’t want to drag on this issue, but I’m going to because it’s not about just me this time!

These past few months of prep work are finally coming to a culmination of pain, hopefully with a blossom of joy as well. As I look at those haven’t went and accomplished before I, I have to say that I’ve got some big shoes to fill. Over a sputtering downpour this weekend after I’d rinsed through some wet runners, jerseys and caps, I went to revisit some of the older Kona races over the net and was brought almost to tears again; Team Hoyt, Blaisman the Warrior Poet as well as others, penning down my inspiration for doing this so many more including Duane and Drew whom I will be racing alongside, The Beef who told me my absence was fine hmmmm, E Rod in Msia who couldn’t join this year, Ray and Yin, my new morning crew (shooter, spotter, Doc and nurse, KM,C, R, G and co., Elv and Yellowwfish, aaa, Swiss Jems, Carlos and Co., Jwangster, The Fangsters, Pao, TBR in Phils and Shid in Msia, Drea and TS who monstered NYC last week with her bolsters, my family who is constantly on my case yet worried about it. Peace sign peeps, am taking you along.

Even up until yesterday, I could tell that this thing we’re about to embark tip toes along a path of peer rdicule and physical insanity. Call it zen, rite of passage, journey to Mecca. I’m not so sure. And I’ll end with an apology. I’m sorry if I’ve hurt or offended you during the process of undertaking this feat; the many silent mornings, missed appointments, phone calls, coffee meetups and afternoon walks. And although I can never fully make up for them, I can say I’d be a much bigger dingbat during those meetups had I not go and at least make this attempt. Is that fair? I’m not sure, but it’ll be too late to complain to Dr Phil or Oprah about it next year anyway…

Taper…

My running partner doesn’t hate me anymore since I’ve decided to include her on my morning taper runs…And she likes her water with ice mind you. Still a brat…

‘i’m just watching Pacquiao box em up’ – Jay Z

Last week and the weekend. Just a mix of Thailand, training and C’s J messing with my camera while I was working… First one’s for Paolo…

‘look how they shine for you…’

It’s Friday, and I’ve gotten some new things in the mail. Thank you for bringing Christmas a lot closer than I imagined! Livestrong. Nothing more to say. I’ve always been of the Panerai silhouette and the DPMHI/Know1edge crew, so I was ecstatic when I saw the Officine Collab in the mail. This particular style came out a while back, limited to 500 and ran automatic. I’ve never been much of a watch fan, the father keeps pestering me to take his hand me down Omega (I’ll take your Roley if you want) and it’s been a while since I gotten used to wearing a watch but I promise I will make the effort. Thanks to the crew for digging that one up! The last is an outlet pickup of mine a few months ago in the US, perfect for summer which is all year round here. And like I said, it’s friday, what better way to brighten up the day, week.

In BKK…

And no, I’m not in the one with all the whoppers…

30 days…

I woke this morning to an 8 click morning run with my much neglected German Shep mix. She howled in delight as we set off a light and easy 6 minute pace round my neighborhood as the sun and dark clouds swirled above us. The retirees, walkers and joggers up early (obvious staring at the both of us, cause we never do this), uniformed teens psping and bbming at the stoplights and busstops, oblivious to anything. It’s been the third 5:30 wake up call this week for this. It was more of a gut check, self assessment, pre dawn bio-mechanics, dealing with the waking and stumbling out of bed, rather than a training run. The legs feel good, relieved I bet that it wasn’t a triple digit bike ride or double digit run. Pics from Netdino and Haol

But yes, 30 days till IMWA, and the anticipation (fear?), is starting to set in a little. I start to gather bits and pieces of essentials items in my room unknowingly and set them aside because I know I will need them, leaving the room in an occasional mess. I start to accumulate gels and bars like an avid baseball card collector, reading off their flavors as though it were a Babe Ruth or Nolan Ryan rookie card. I check my calves and hammies as I wake and leave for work each morning. I give my bike  long elusive borderline perverted stares each night, trying to conjure up more imaginative ways to make it that much more aerodynamic, lighter, faster. I shop for leg shaving razors more frequently than my mom does. My alarm goes off so early on weekends now that my weekdays are almost my ’sleep in’ days.

But you know what? I’ve loved every minute of it. The experience alone has been humbling. I can only hope that all this gardening will bear fruit come December…On a lighter note, here’s the 1.8km long Busselton Jetty in Western Australia where the Ironman sets off… Such irony that a place so beautiful will cause me much struggle. Bring it on…

Serious topic…

I need help people. I know a good bunch of you out there fall into categories that 1) cycle, 2) Are women, 3) Are women that cycle, 4) Are men who cycle. Why I ask this? Because either one of the of the categories above do something which I have been learning to do well for the past couple of years; shave my legs. Sometimes it goes well, sometimes not so well. This weekend went well, but if I used my G10 instead of the iphone here, a bunch of you ladies would giggling uncontrollably at the crappy job I did, but trust me it does feel good to have baby soft legs (reading this for the second time, I can only imagine how feminine I sound right now). So please enlighten me. I know waxing will do the trick, and I’ve learned that the Veet is only so so. Obviously something less coducive to muffled screams into a bath towel…Oh yes here is a pic of us testing out the Human Race route. Like my ‘Ithinkimgonnafart’ look?

happy halloween…

Productivity took a tumble today when the treat or treaing headed in house. AND when the young’uns asked for Spidey on my lappy…