<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375</id><updated>2012-01-13T17:09:52.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>treat me like a greek god</title><subtitle type='html'>Drape your legs over my oiled-up body.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-885454716210502957</id><published>2010-10-01T21:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T21:16:47.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oktboulderfest tomorrow.  Prepare for some ball stomping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-885454716210502957?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/885454716210502957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=885454716210502957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/885454716210502957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/885454716210502957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/10/oktboulderfest-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-1932892966224813572</id><published>2010-09-30T12:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:50:57.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9mqsnzL0ww4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9mqsnzL0ww4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Singapore just flew up the third leg.  Insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do this competition some year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-1932892966224813572?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/1932892966224813572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=1932892966224813572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1932892966224813572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1932892966224813572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/09/team-singapore-just-flew-up-third-leg.html' title=''/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-5655883209728340812</id><published>2010-09-30T09:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:56:12.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Morning Commute</title><content type='html'>I live 16 miles away from where I work.  There's a connection of bike paths that can lead me directly to work.  It's so wonderful.  A 16 mile ride in the morning is a bit hefty, however, keep in mind that only about 2 miles of that are on an actual road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/TKShjN-5A0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/UsKjty6vZAg/s1600/mmc1_my_pix_0930000728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/TKShjN-5A0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/UsKjty6vZAg/s400/mmc1_my_pix_0930000728.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522716669484008258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave my house, and bike maybe 5 blocks to the greenway (bicycle highway).  I take that all the way to the Cedar Lake Trail, which leads me through Theodore Wirth Park.  At this point, I've been biking beside a lake and a forest for about 10 minutes.  Relaxing.  Not usually any cars on these roads anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Theodore Wirth, I face a choice.  Do I want to take Glenwood, which would make me bike along a roadway for about 1.5 miles, or do I want to take the Luce Line from 55 and Theodore Wirth Parkway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I just look forward to getting past Winnetka.  Once I pass Winnetka (and go under highway 169), I feel free.  From then on, it's all trails through Plymouth.  Fox Forest is a beautiful ride, despite them never cleaning up the leaves.  They have wonderful bridges going along Plymouth Swamp (I don't know what the real name is of it).&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/TKSkgKRswUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gKW4zkXtE-Y/s1600/mmc1_my_pix_0930000729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/TKSkgKRswUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gKW4zkXtE-Y/s400/mmc1_my_pix_0930000729.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522719915484430658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I make it to Parkers Lake.  There, I take my last little relaxing bit of the ride before an uphill climb to work.  That hill is one of two potential spots on the whole ride where I might shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my morning commute on my bike?  It's fantastic.  I absolutely love it.  When I get to just glide along bike paths for almost 16 miles, having to deal with traffic rarely, it brings a smile to my face.  And it makes me supremely sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-5655883209728340812?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/5655883209728340812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=5655883209728340812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/5655883209728340812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/5655883209728340812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-morning-commute.html' title='My Morning Commute'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/TKShjN-5A0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/UsKjty6vZAg/s72-c/mmc1_my_pix_0930000728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-6752801267039330195</id><published>2010-09-29T10:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T10:16:57.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut Your Coffee With Draino and Cream</title><content type='html'>Another 40 miles of bike riding yesterday.  An hour of bouldering, and I've almost got the roof route I've been working on done.  I can feel my fingers getting stronger every day.  Feels good, baby.  Feels REAL good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday was a weird day.  I made a decision.  A decision I've never made before.  "Hey, take it easy.  Don't push yourself TOO hard."  I decided not to bike home from a friend's house.  I could've done it, I know.  I could have added another 4 miles onto my day.  But I didn't.  I told myself, "What greek god was known for biking everyday?  None."  I had to remind myself, "You're Achilles.  You're a runner.  At heart, you run.  Don't forget that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitting.  I had given up on running for a while.  This year's Grandma's Marathon was supposed to be my last.  I keep telling myself that over and over.  It never works.  My sister convinced me to sign up for the Mardi Gras Rock and Roll Marathon in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.  A marathon in February.  So I will be up in Minnesota, during the heart of winter and the height of cross country ski season, running.  Running.  Being one of those redunkulous looking people wearing tights under super short shorts, and a vest over a poly-pro shirt.  Sweating so bad that steam rises from my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to make things worse, I signed up for a 10 mile race at the end of October.  A 10 miler?  Ugh.  Why can't I just do 5k's again?  They're over before they even start!  That's what's awesome about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-6752801267039330195?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/6752801267039330195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=6752801267039330195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/6752801267039330195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/6752801267039330195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/09/cut-your-coffee-with-draino-and-cream.html' title='Cut Your Coffee With Draino and Cream'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-4110351635765613799</id><published>2010-09-26T16:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:53:28.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Total miles biked today: 10. Total miles ran today: 3.1. Total hours spent bouldering today: 1.5. Good day.Might be a bit worn out tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-4110351635765613799?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/4110351635765613799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=4110351635765613799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/4110351635765613799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/4110351635765613799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/09/total-miles-biked-today-10.html' title=''/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-1045412057003799706</id><published>2010-09-22T18:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T19:03:36.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smeegathack is Back</title><content type='html'>Today.  Good day.  Well, actually, I think it was one of those terrible days that was strangely wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to finally bike into work today, rain or shine.  It was shine, and I was overdressed and biking too hard.  Sweat sweat sweat.  Ended up taking a couple wrong turns.  Long story short, I biked 20 miles to get to work.  After getting there (it still only took me an hour and 15 minutes), I ate loads of food and memorized the route home, street by street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I mistakenly followed the signs instead of the streets or the path I had memorized.  Poor decision.  Got lost again.  Figured it out faster this time.  "Highway 100?  I hate this crap."  18 miles on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have to boulder tonight too.  So, total mileage on bike today will be more than 40 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the biking continues, I will definitely be ready for the 10 mile race at the end of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the biking continues, I will also be eating 4000 calories a day.  Time to make more food for a week than most people make in a trimester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-1045412057003799706?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/1045412057003799706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=1045412057003799706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1045412057003799706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1045412057003799706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/09/smeegathack-is-back.html' title='Smeegathack is Back'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-8152270417962847851</id><published>2010-09-20T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:10:10.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Buildering. Misinterpretting architecture for the sake of climbing and all-round badassery. Isn&amp;#39;t it about time you&amp;#39;ve been arrested having fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-8152270417962847851?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/8152270417962847851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=8152270417962847851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8152270417962847851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8152270417962847851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/09/buildering.html' title=''/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-1105847428763356541</id><published>2010-08-17T11:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:35:55.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Is Now</title><content type='html'>Yesterday marked the first day I didn't ride a bike in August.  Well, I made it 15 days at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is trying to convince me to sign up for the &lt;a href="http://www.stjudemarathon.org/"&gt;St. Jude's Marathon&lt;/a&gt; in Memphis.  It's December 4th.  That would mean I'd have 3 months to train.  Should I do it?&lt;br /&gt;Hells yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a run on Saturday morning.  6.5 miles in a little less than an hour (including stoplights, not including giving directions).  That means I'm still in pretty good shape, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However&lt;/strong&gt; I am developing a blister on the back of my left foot.  I've been running for 14 years now, and have never had blisters before.  I haven't gotten a new pair of shoes or anything like that.  The blister is only on one foot.  Strange.  Well, nip it in the bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I went rock climbing for 2.5 hours.  Good stuff.  Made me feel a lot healthier and schtuff.  I also registered for &lt;a href="http://www.verticalendeavors.com/st_paul/competitions.html"&gt;Oktboulderfest&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a fun competition at Vertical Endeavors.  Only issue I have with it, is the fact that it's misleading.  With a name like Oktboulderfest, it should have beer.  Not so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-1105847428763356541?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/1105847428763356541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=1105847428763356541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1105847428763356541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1105847428763356541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-is-now.html' title='Time Is Now'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-1448303668237681693</id><published>2010-08-11T10:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:32:26.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funky Smell of Hysteria</title><content type='html'>Bouldering last night went very well.  However, I find myself making a few mistakes.  They are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not breathing.&lt;br /&gt;2. Grabbing big, juggy holds.&lt;br /&gt;3. Gripping too tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of these rules are counter to the very nature of life and nature of climbing.  1 and 3 should be easy to rectify.  Keep breathing.  Just stay focused.  Stay breathing.  Next, the grip needs to be ONLY as tight as it need to be to keep you on the rock.  ONLY.  There is no reason to have a death-grip on a hold if a lighter grip will work just as well, and maybe even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to #2, I just need to remind myself to try new things.  Crimping.  Crimp crimp crimp.  Let's do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally tried liquid chalk last night.  Weird stuff.  Effective though.  I don't know how I feel about it.  It's unique.  If I did use chalk, I might consider buying a tube of this stuff.  Somebody was boasting that it lasts for months.  Well, I've had the same chalk ball for the past...6 years.  I'd say that it's a pretty good life span.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/TGLB4dWdzQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Wn8MIU3qofQ/s1600/LiquidChalk_bild1_eps_Zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/TGLB4dWdzQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Wn8MIU3qofQ/s400/LiquidChalk_bild1_eps_Zoom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504174870295858434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-1448303668237681693?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/1448303668237681693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=1448303668237681693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1448303668237681693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1448303668237681693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/08/funky-smell-of-hysteria.html' title='Funky Smell of Hysteria'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/TGLB4dWdzQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Wn8MIU3qofQ/s72-c/LiquidChalk_bild1_eps_Zoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-4303841371118717457</id><published>2010-08-10T10:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:24:32.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Cities Biking</title><content type='html'>On the one week that I've been back in Minneapolis, I have biked every single day.  This is a good feeling.  How long can I keep it up?  At least until next weekend when I go to Duluth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight: Bouldering.  Then Fringe Festival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-4303841371118717457?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/4303841371118717457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=4303841371118717457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/4303841371118717457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/4303841371118717457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/08/twin-cities-biking.html' title='Twin Cities Biking'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-728089444657632397</id><published>2010-08-09T08:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T08:08:10.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Love</title><content type='html'>Ok.  So I haven't looked too closely at this website, but I'm interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nomeatathlete.com/vegetarian-recipes-for-athletes/"&gt;Vegehuvian Recipes for Athletes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, no?  I definitely need to start hitting these.  My granola bars are not enough right now.  I can feel my energy levels dropping.  Also, this might be really good for the upcoming 3 week backpacking trip.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I love being vegehuvian again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-728089444657632397?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nomeatathlete.com/vegetarian-recipes-for-athletes/' title='I&apos;m in Love'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/728089444657632397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=728089444657632397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/728089444657632397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/728089444657632397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in Love'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-5221743430687111590</id><published>2010-08-07T11:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:36:18.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle</title><content type='html'>Ah.  The time has come again.  It's time to stomp some balls out there in the world.  Back in Minneapolis, and I am going to be getting back in shape.  Now that I've been back for almost a week, it's time to rock some socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;: Biked 17 miles with Mabbott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;: Bouldered at Midwest Mountaineering for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;: 6 mile run.  And it's not even noon yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning, I'm going to a church service that is yoga and prayer...should be interesting.  After that, I'm going to play some tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be back in Minneapolis.  Feels good to be active again.  My poor little six pack has been hiding for too long.  It's time for him to say hello to the world again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-5221743430687111590?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/5221743430687111590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=5221743430687111590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/5221743430687111590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/5221743430687111590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-in-saddle.html' title='Back in the Saddle'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-8996438442735995924</id><published>2010-07-14T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:27:10.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Op</title><content type='html'>Damn.  Wish I knew french or german.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-8996438442735995924?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://annonsoversikt.monster.se/getjob.aspx?WT.mc_n=xml_thel&amp;JobID=88660544' title='Job Op'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/8996438442735995924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=8996438442735995924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8996438442735995924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8996438442735995924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/07/job-op.html' title='Job Op'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-4962659755169433818</id><published>2010-06-26T03:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T03:14:26.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One mile piggyback ride was given this evening. Am I recovered from the marathon? No. Do I care? No. Bring on the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-4962659755169433818?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/4962659755169433818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=4962659755169433818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/4962659755169433818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/4962659755169433818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-mile-piggyback-ride-was-given-this.html' title=''/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-8404343052473246011</id><published>2010-06-19T16:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T16:26:09.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marathon time: 3:46. A new record for me. At the end of the race I called out &amp;#39;Nike!&amp;#39; Sweet goddess of victory. A new 21 day challenge approaches. Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-8404343052473246011?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/8404343052473246011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=8404343052473246011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8404343052473246011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8404343052473246011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/06/marathon-time-346.html' title=''/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-8692690038639424868</id><published>2010-06-18T21:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:11:17.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Marathon Day</title><content type='html'>The last day before the marathon.  It was spent taking it quite easy.  I did a 2.5 or 3 mile run.  Took it at a really easy pace.  Afterwards, I did twenty minutes of light bouldering and half an hour of yoga.  Then BMW and Jason B. came to take a sauna with me.  Then went up to BMW's house and ate a glorious amount of pasta.  An enormous bowl worth of pasta (maybe a pound).  After this, we played some Super Mario Bros. on Wii.  Excellent game.  Then BMW shows me the Wii Fit, and I was in like Finn.  Had a great time playing the balance games, hula hooping, and nordic ski jumping.  Jason B. mentioned that the mass amounts of hula hooping I was doing may come back to haunt me tomorrow.  I am continually forgetting that I'm running a marathon tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  The more I think about it, the more I realize that this will not be my last.  Shooting for a time of 4 hours.  No need to rush.  I don't care to do Boston or New York City, so why shoot for a particular time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-8692690038639424868?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/8692690038639424868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=8692690038639424868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8692690038639424868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8692690038639424868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/06/pre-marathon-day.html' title='Pre-Marathon Day'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-2331155138318383556</id><published>2010-06-16T20:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:47:51.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>18 out of 21 Days</title><content type='html'>Days are starting to blend together.  I don't remember what training I did when.  I ran for an hour the night before.  Ran an hour and a half the day before that.  I haven't actually been checking my mileage, which is a bit of a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while I was getting my car's oil changed and tires rotated, I went for a little trot in Cakota.  I ended up running almost the entire way to Drascal (6 miles away).  At about 4.5 miles, I realized that I needed to turn around, otherwise I would overdo it before the marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issues: the shin splints are getting worse.  That does not bode well for me.  Also, it's way too hot out.  I only ran for a little bit over an hour today, and ended up getting the salt crystals on my skin from sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are gonna be interesting.  While I kinda want to not do any marathons anymore, I also am tempted to sign up for either the Kroll's Diner Marathon in Bismarck or the Medtronic Marathon in the Twin Cities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-2331155138318383556?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/2331155138318383556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=2331155138318383556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/2331155138318383556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/2331155138318383556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/06/18-out-of-21-days.html' title='18 out of 21 Days'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-1276295715572176447</id><published>2010-06-12T14:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:54:00.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glencoe Days</title><content type='html'>Did a race this morning.  2 mile run.  13:35.  Tough to remember how to pace oneself when it's 2 miles, and I'm used to running at least 4 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might do another run tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-1276295715572176447?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/1276295715572176447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=1276295715572176447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1276295715572176447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1276295715572176447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/06/glencoe-days.html' title='Glencoe Days'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-383176854796514645</id><published>2010-06-09T20:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T20:16:10.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity</title><content type='html'>So I had a 17 mile run on Monday.  Then, on Tuesday I biked into work in the rain for the 17 miles.  I discovered that my workplace is entirely uphill from where I live.  There is one brief downhill with 3 miles left, but it's pretty short.  It wasn't difficult, but it was the first time I had shifted gears on my bike for a long time.  The rain and the wind were hard, but not too miserable.  Not the most brilliant decision after how bad(ly) my legs were hurting.  Then I spent two hours bouldering, and went for a brief run and had a wonderful sauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outside of my left foot hurts though.  I'm not sure why.  I haven't been too hard on my feet lately.  It feels a little bruised.  Not good news considering how quickly the marathon is coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-383176854796514645?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/383176854796514645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=383176854796514645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/383176854796514645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/383176854796514645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/06/stupidity.html' title='Stupidity'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-2207822577398154464</id><published>2010-06-07T19:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:46:03.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just ran 17 miles today in less than 2.5 hours.  I am having trouble standing.  It may be severe dehydration...Or that I pushed myself too hard...I don't know.  I'm partially delusional.  Please don't chase the cloud's pagoda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-2207822577398154464?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/2207822577398154464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=2207822577398154464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/2207822577398154464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/2207822577398154464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-ran-17-miles-today-in-less-than.html' title=''/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-6986287729335937401</id><published>2010-06-06T20:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:45:38.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>Is it day 7?  Maybe it's day 8.  Whatever.  Anyway, did a nice 4.5 miler barefoot today.  40 minute run.  Nice.  Felt really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always nice to run barefoot.  Those calluses are always a good feeling.  It helps remind me of proper form also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-6986287729335937401?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/6986287729335937401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=6986287729335937401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/6986287729335937401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/6986287729335937401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-4090934117925875529</id><published>2010-06-05T13:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T13:18:13.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is an exception. Having a beer with grade school friends of my father. Therefore, I think after the thirteen miles last night, I&amp;#39;ll be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-4090934117925875529?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/4090934117925875529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=4090934117925875529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/4090934117925875529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/4090934117925875529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-is-exception.html' title=''/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-1300616680003517981</id><published>2010-06-04T23:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:01:54.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to go out and just run for two hours along the county roads outside of Glencoe.  Ended up doing a little bit over a half marathon, in two hours.  Feels good.  Legs are in a bit of pain right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal tomorrow is to bike from Minneapolis to Glencoe.  I think it's around 60 miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-1300616680003517981?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/1300616680003517981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=1300616680003517981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1300616680003517981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1300616680003517981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/06/half-marathon.html' title='Half Marathon'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-4790609365463444377</id><published>2010-06-03T17:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T17:33:49.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 of 21 Days</title><content type='html'>Day 4 of the 21 days went pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;After work I went to the Hub Bike Coop to get my bike tire fixed.  Then I went to Midwest Mountaineering to go bouldering with Diggidi.  Bouldered for two hours.  After that, I hit Hard Times for some dinner.  Vegan biscuits and gravy.  Then I went for a run in Minneapolis.  6.5 miles.  Powderhorn Park to the Greenway, and to the Lake of the Isles.  Then back along 31st to Powderhorn Park.  Beautiful run.  Beautiful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-4790609365463444377?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/4790609365463444377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=4790609365463444377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/4790609365463444377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/4790609365463444377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-4-of-21-days.html' title='Day 4 of 21 Days'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-8303377182530287191</id><published>2010-06-01T18:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T18:11:50.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day 3 of the 21 days has not been going well.  I got a flat tire about 2 miles outside of Glencoe.  I am also having a difficult time finding a bike shop that can fix my tubular tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still did my yoga this morning, and intend to go for a run directly after this post.  It may be time to shave part of my beard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-8303377182530287191?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/8303377182530287191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=8303377182530287191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8303377182530287191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8303377182530287191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-7914550932824954546</id><published>2010-05-30T15:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T15:24:05.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Days to Grandma's Marathon</title><content type='html'>Today marks 21 days until Grandma's Marathon.  I was inspired to attempt the 21 Day style training that Pangifone has been doing, quite successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Give up the drink.&lt;br /&gt;Bike the 15 miles to and from work every day (30 miles of biking daily).&lt;br /&gt;Stop eating meat.&lt;br /&gt;Do yoga 3 times-a-day.&lt;br /&gt;Gradually increase my running until I can comfortably run 20 miles a week and a half before the marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today started it out.  I have eaten no meat today.  I haven't had anything to drink.  I did yoga this morning.  And I went for a 6 mile run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seems like a success so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-7914550932824954546?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/7914550932824954546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=7914550932824954546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/7914550932824954546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/7914550932824954546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/05/21-days-to-grandmas-marathon.html' title='21 Days to Grandma&apos;s Marathon'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-214461256618610705</id><published>2010-04-29T11:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T11:52:55.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce Lee</title><content type='html'>My gym membership is ending this weekend.  This will provide me with more inspiration to run for my marathon in June.  My neighbors, thankfully, have a barbell and a bench.  I'll probably be utilizing that quite a bit over the next three months.  So, I've been working on finding a good barbell workout.  A comrade reminded me of a Bruce Lee weight session he used to do.  After doing it a few times, my shoulders feel great.  It feels like the first time they've ever been functional or strong at all.  The following is the workout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean and Press&lt;br /&gt;Barbell Curl&lt;br /&gt;Behind-the-Neck Press&lt;br /&gt;Upright Row&lt;br /&gt;Barbell Squat&lt;br /&gt;Barbell Row&lt;br /&gt;Barbell Bench&lt;br /&gt;Barbell Pullover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's listed as 2 sets of 8-12 reps, which is what I've been doing lately.  However, I intend on doing 3 sets of 8-12 reps, since I won't have access to heavier weights.  Also, it should be noted that the amount of reps for the squat is 20.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-214461256618610705?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/214461256618610705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=214461256618610705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/214461256618610705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/214461256618610705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/04/bruce-lee.html' title='Bruce Lee'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-6847582971746175550</id><published>2010-04-15T18:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:18:13.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fit Test Round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Body Composition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your body fat, and body mass index.  I scored "excellent."  My body fat was 7.3%.  Of course, this was using the electronic method, which isn't that accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cardiovascular Fitness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the VO2 max test, or rather aerobic test.  I scored "excellent."  Walked at 5 mph on a treadmill for 5 minutes and monitored the heart rate.  Mine was around 120 bpm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flexibility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at 17.75 inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muscle Strength&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I got the chest press up to 210lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muscle Endurance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many sit-ups can you do in a minute?  45 for me.  This put me at a "fair" ranking.  So, I guess in order to make it to "excellent," you must do more than 1 a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Measurements&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waist: 32"&lt;br /&gt;Hips: 38"&lt;br /&gt;Thigh: 20.25"&lt;br /&gt;Arm: 11.75"&lt;br /&gt;Calf: 14"&lt;br /&gt;Chest: 38"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, my fit score rating was 34.  That means, I improved 8 points, instead of my goal of six.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-6847582971746175550?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/6847582971746175550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=6847582971746175550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/6847582971746175550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/6847582971746175550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/04/fit-test-round-2.html' title='Fit Test Round 2'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-823683068157520389</id><published>2010-01-24T15:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:12:51.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's Fit Test</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had a fit test.  It was, admittedly, archaic.  However, it still opens my eyes to a few different ideas.  Here is a list of the tests, and my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Body Composition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your body fat, and body mass index.  I scored "excellent."  My body fat was 7%.  Or rather, what I would like to call, "Dangerously Low for Winter in the Upper Midwest."  Of course, this was using the electronic method, which isn't that accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cardiovascular Fitness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the VO2 max test, or rather aerobic test.  I scored "excellent."  Walked at 5 mph on a treadmill for 5 minutes and monitored the heart rate.  Mine was around 120 bpm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flexibility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your standard middle school phy-ed test.  Ruler put at the end of your feet.  Stretch forward as much as possible.  I scored "fair."  Meaning I need a lot to improve.  Darn you tight hamstrings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muscle Strength&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chest press.  This measures your maximum lift/your body's ability to give you a burst of energy to lift.  I made it to 170lbs.  That being more than I way, I'm slightly impressed.  But, I suppose I need to give myself a goal of higher.  I ranked "good" on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muscle Endurance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many sit-ups can you do in a minute?  40 for me.  This put me at a "fair" ranking.  So, I guess in order to make it to "excellent," you must do more than 1 a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Measurements&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waist: 31"&lt;br /&gt;Hips: 37"&lt;br /&gt;Thigh: 19"&lt;br /&gt;Arm: 11"&lt;br /&gt;Calf: 14"&lt;br /&gt;Chest: 35"&lt;br /&gt;This, of course, brings me to the fact that my hips ARE the widest part of my body, as they are meant to be.  Bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my overall score for the fit test was 26 points.  That's "good."  In order to be in the "excellent" category, I need to improve 6 points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-823683068157520389?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/823683068157520389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=823683068157520389' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/823683068157520389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/823683068157520389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterdays-fit-test.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s Fit Test'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-5967089459017905437</id><published>2009-09-19T11:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:51:00.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to What's Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/SrULwk_jQZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/W-RRp6NhztE/s1600-h/Europe+2009+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/SrULwk_jQZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/W-RRp6NhztE/s400/Europe+2009+174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383221858783150482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for a return to being fit.  Much yoga, weight-lifting, and rock climbing.  Workouts without limitations.  There is no reason why a man should be limited by his gym and the expectations there.  The human body is capable of incredible things, and it is not time to let the unbelievers keep me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of the new beginning and the new year (and the day of atonement), I present an actual greek god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-5967089459017905437?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/5967089459017905437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=5967089459017905437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/5967089459017905437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/5967089459017905437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2009/09/return-to-whats-best.html' title='Return to What&apos;s Best'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/SrULwk_jQZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/W-RRp6NhztE/s72-c/Europe+2009+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-7473592600472438287</id><published>2008-07-29T21:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:14:04.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The goal is to start doing pull-ups 5 times a day on the pull-up bar in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;By the end of August, I wanna be able to do 20 in a row with ease.&lt;br /&gt;Start doing push-ups again.&lt;br /&gt;Running every night and every morning.&lt;br /&gt;Biking more.&lt;br /&gt;Ab blasting constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to motivate myself.  I wanna rock the Rough Rider Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-7473592600472438287?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/7473592600472438287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=7473592600472438287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/7473592600472438287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/7473592600472438287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/07/goal-is-to-start-doing-pull-ups-5-times.html' title=''/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-1279818677839963888</id><published>2008-07-25T11:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:07:02.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Love for Rotten Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zombieharmony.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zombieharmony.com/img/badge.jpg" alt="I found a date through zombie harmony - one of the best free dating sites for zombies" style="border: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Created by &lt;a href="http://mingle2.com?cp=zombieharmony"&gt;Mingle2.com&lt;/a&gt; (Dating for non-zombies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been the best at updating this lately.&lt;br /&gt;I went backpacking in Montana.  Photos to come.  Three miles a day with 35 pounds on my back.  It was great.  Now I'm back in Dinkytown.  I need to start running every day.  I need to fix my bike tire.  I need to get new rollerblades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am happy.  Life is good.  It's time to start weight-lifting again and conforming my body into the solid steel god statue it is meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-1279818677839963888?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/1279818677839963888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=1279818677839963888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1279818677839963888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1279818677839963888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/07/fresh-love-for-rotten-fruit.html' title='Fresh Love for Rotten Fruit'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-1071691204412614369</id><published>2008-07-06T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:16:56.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new life</title><content type='html'>So I have now moved into Dinkytown.  Now is the time to start working out again.  I need to go crazy with workouts again.  Push-ups, yoga, abs, back, and I need to find a set of weights.  I'm hoping to get some climbing equipment back from Bismarck in order to start climbing again.  Then some weight-lifting afterwards.  So, expect some actual updates again.  I'm gonna go for a good old fashion run tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-1071691204412614369?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/1071691204412614369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=1071691204412614369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1071691204412614369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1071691204412614369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-life.html' title='A new life'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-3796988048984638144</id><published>2008-06-16T15:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:52:52.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Recall My Name</title><content type='html'>Tiny blue lobsters compose what is the color in my eyes.  They are surrounded entirely by the white-sandy beach that they live on.  Every momeny of their existance is spent avoiding the red rivers that flow into the black bed of cavier on which they reside.  Day and night they stir the cavier to prevent the red rivers from filling the great gourd of darkness and dying their azure shells to a bloody red that would end their distingueshed royalty that is the blue shell.  Despite their unity in purpose, the lobsters are not without their factions.  There are the pirates, the poets, the demons, the dreamers, and so many more.  The tiny blue lobsters that crawl through the air ducts and ventilation shafts that are filled with hidden cheeseburgers and boxes of candy which are focused completely on illness and nothingness.  There are the tiny blue lobsters that are choreograohed within the confines of January and those dark fantasies of little voices that speak those rhythms and specialties of doorslamming in the cinemas and radio transmissions.  No one can ignore the tiny little lobsters wrapped within afgan buttons of juicy vinyl drippings of quirky kisses and leather bootstraps.  These young Heidi proteges color their eyes with a different blue granola than the other composite crawfathers.  These dark blotters of ambient pain reside on a cavier that churns all the faster than the Hessean mobiles that have been within my pupils before the days when the red rivers began to flow.  It is these pro-active gunthic deligations on which the future of the nurturing neon laughter resides.  These rook-shanked mirrors of bent-over curliness clearly know not to pass the buck from dancer-to-dancer in this wolfy foreverness of death-to-death loneliness and abandonment.  Despite the tiny blue cannon crestacian's cranium, their bulbous brains are feeding footsteps on steel staircases that hypnotize the hip-hop legends from their thrones on top of Blues Mountain.  These legends send forth their crowns made of sweet antelope jaws unto the new millenium.  The souls of the next generation are seduced into a cyclic effort of churning cavier and fresh flannel flowing freely within the red rivers.  These Bohemian promises of times-yet-to-come tread their way into the perfect probiscus of the tiny blue lobster's spleens.  Time means nothing to these tiny blue lobsters; they die before they are born and are canned or jarred before fear has ever entered the formation of dark, juicy cavier.  Ah, but what is fear to those creatures which know no time?  They fear others which do not reside in Chronos's Kingdom of Clicking and Clocks and Ticking and Tocks.  They fear the mighty roar of the green lion whose mane is made of a fierce fire that burns brightly in my hollow heart.  It is these creatures that make the red rivers flow.  It is this rampous roaring that makes the dye flow to the royalty of the tiny blue lobster.  It is this beast that fills the royal lobsters with a damned dread; it is this beast which also proposes the purpose to these lordly lobsters.  The never-ending dance of these princes of ports is to avoid the wicked waters of the red rivers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-3796988048984638144?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/3796988048984638144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=3796988048984638144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/3796988048984638144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/3796988048984638144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-recall-my-name.html' title='Still Recall My Name'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-4696721128396741500</id><published>2008-05-04T19:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:13:48.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Places</title><content type='html'>Ah, Rock Springs, Wyoming.  A desolate wasteland of pure beauty is laid out in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a challenge.  I'll be back in a January to a level of sanity for which I am only hoping currently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-4696721128396741500?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/4696721128396741500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=4696721128396741500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/4696721128396741500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/4696721128396741500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-places.html' title='New Places'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-1521787316264803830</id><published>2008-04-14T22:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:01:54.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance</title><content type='html'>Ah, let me ignore the rest of my workout.  Or rather, let me not post it here because I don't feel like it.  It's time to be in Texas.  It's nice to be here.  It's warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, I was just talking in my sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-1521787316264803830?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/1521787316264803830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=1521787316264803830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1521787316264803830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1521787316264803830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/04/ignorance.html' title='Ignorance'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-7995313056146911230</id><published>2008-04-08T19:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:24:53.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggplant and Hippo</title><content type='html'>There is a title link to a delicious eggplant lasagna recipe. It's amazing and delicious. You don't need as much oil as suggested, so there are quite a few adaptions you can make with this recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workout for today wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I had a belief that after yesterday's run, I wouldn't even be able to get out of my bed. Today's regiment was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abs: superset of normal abs and leg raises.&lt;br /&gt;Seated Cable Row&lt;br /&gt;Seated Row Machine&lt;br /&gt;Lat Pulldown&lt;br /&gt;Lower back &lt;/strong&gt;(reverse sit-ups)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standing dumbbell curls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this I did a few square jumps and high kicks.  Felt pretty good and energetic.  However, when I went for a run with my sister, my stomach was killing me.  I'm not sure why yet, but it's happening.  It's a bit frustrating.  Maybe I'm too dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for climbing tonight.  My arms are already sore and my back is a bit tight, but I'm gonna rockit anyway.  Tomorrow I will work mainly on legs and take a day off of running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head, I know I'm not running the Fargo Marathon, but JUST IN CASE, I want to be ready for any random marathon that comes along.  I want to run another marathon this year.  I just don't know when, so I need to always be prepared.  What goals do I need to set for myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-7995313056146911230?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,1935,154181-249193,00.html' title='Eggplant and Hippo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/7995313056146911230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=7995313056146911230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/7995313056146911230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/7995313056146911230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/04/eggplant-and-hippo.html' title='Eggplant and Hippo'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-6449424661911257094</id><published>2008-04-07T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:10:11.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the Charts - Joshua Bell Article</title><content type='html'>I don't really agree with some of the ideas in this article (click title), but it's hilarious none-the-less. I've always wondered what it would be like to have somebody truly famous playing in a subway to see if anyone would care. Somebody beat me to it. I was born too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's workout was absolute madness. It was hardcore. I have a bad feeling that tomorrow I will be useless. I just hope I have enough strength to climb the wall tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: x-large"&gt;Monday, Week 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I began with my normal ab routine, back sit-ups, and leg raises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decline Bar Bench&lt;br /&gt;Lying Dumbbell Bench&lt;br /&gt;Incline Flye&lt;br /&gt;Shoulder Press&lt;br /&gt;Reverse Flye&lt;br /&gt;Tricep Pulldown with Rope&lt;br /&gt;Dips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brief interim, my sister and I went for an hour run by the river.  We did all the hills trails.  It was great, but it's absolutely going to screw me tomorrow.  Oh well.  Just in case that marathon comes along, I will be prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-6449424661911257094?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/04/AR2007040401721.html' title='Off the Charts - Joshua Bell Article'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/6449424661911257094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=6449424661911257094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/6449424661911257094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/6449424661911257094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/04/off-charts-joshua-bell-article.html' title='Off the Charts - Joshua Bell Article'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-4777271759884103672</id><published>2008-04-06T12:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T12:07:04.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Pots Made of Iron</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to speak of today.  Good fun last night listening to blues and telling stories.  I believe I'm becoming more and more disjointed from reality and it's beginning to trouble me less and less.  I had a dream (a nightmare really) about the end of civilization as we know it.  I've never been so convinced something was real.  I can't remember the last time I had a nightmare, but I wouldn't even call this that, it seemed more like living the future.  But enough about that, since I think it's a bit redunkulous anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a poem I wrote today.  It's not good and it has no purpose.  Just blathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow God and follow through,&lt;br /&gt;Loving Him in all you do.&lt;br /&gt;Care for others no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Give to others what you've got.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for others all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Let God's love take your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Then let it flow out to the earth,&lt;br /&gt;That all mankind may know its worth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say on that.  Just felt like getting some writing done again.  It's like starting over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-4777271759884103672?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/4777271759884103672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=4777271759884103672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/4777271759884103672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/4777271759884103672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/04/flower-pots-made-of-iron.html' title='Flower Pots Made of Iron'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-8271632348104152505</id><published>2008-04-05T16:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T16:34:34.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice Calling Me Back Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R_fr_WsTRpI/AAAAAAAAACE/1h2xp1lDjJA/s1600-h/IMG_2443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R_fr_WsTRpI/AAAAAAAAACE/1h2xp1lDjJA/s320/IMG_2443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185872969596094098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special treat for you all today.  Here is a picture of me rock climbing in Norway.  Yes, I most definitely made the climb.  It was a struggle at first, and I was a bit nervous not being tied in anywhere, but I pulled through with my amazing climbing ability.&lt;br /&gt;For anyone that doesn't know anything about my home state of Nodak, I highly suggest clicking on the title link.  It will bring you to the most reliable and comprehensive guide to the state.  It also features a good history of the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a blustery day.  Despite the wind of death, my sister and I decided to run a fast 6 miles along the river.  We averaged 8 minute miles, which was quite surprising, but also reassuring.  After the other 6 mile runs we've been doing, I knew that it had to happen sometime, it just required a change of scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we stopped by &lt;a href="http://bismarckoptimumfitness.com/home/"&gt;Optimum Fitness&lt;/a&gt; and did some Tibetan yoga.  Then a shortened workout since I'm not meant to be doing anything today but recovering.  Today's routine was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pull-ups&lt;/strong&gt;: 3 sets of 10.  It felt good to get that energy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dumbbell bench&lt;/strong&gt;: 3 sets of 15, increasing 5lbs per hand each set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunges&lt;/strong&gt;: Just 2 sets of 8 per leg.  I figured I needed to give my legs a break since their workout was yesterday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forearms&lt;/strong&gt;: 3 sets of 35.  It was good to work this a lot.  Get those climbing muscles ready for next tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ab routine/back sit-ups&lt;/strong&gt;.  Always a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to get a little angry with this 3 week routine that I started.  I don't feel as though it focuses on the core as much as it should.  In my opinion, there are 4 excercises that should be done everyday. &lt;strong&gt;Push-ups, pull-ups, abs, and back sit-ups.&lt;/strong&gt;  The core needs to be strong and ready for anything.  Doing these four every day is a great way to success.  I can't imagine many other excercises that can be done anywhere (provided you have something on which to pull-up) and produce such amazing results.  You can even toss in a few other excercises and get a full body workout, but I believe these 4 to be critical to anyone and everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-8271632348104152505?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/North_Dakota' title='Voice Calling Me Back Home'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/8271632348104152505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=8271632348104152505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8271632348104152505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8271632348104152505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/04/voice-calling-me-back-home.html' title='Voice Calling Me Back Home'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R_fr_WsTRpI/AAAAAAAAACE/1h2xp1lDjJA/s72-c/IMG_2443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-3162389424736347495</id><published>2008-04-04T17:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:50:02.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup, Mushrooms, and Artichoke Hearts</title><content type='html'>No link for this post.  Nothing much going on.  Just want to catch up on my routine.  Today was a good day.  I got to walk for a few miles outside with the bright sun shining on my back.  My goal is to be tan before anyone else (&lt;-sometimes I lie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's routine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abs: superset of routine and leg raises&lt;br /&gt;Donkey calf raises&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;-One warm-up set of 40, then 3 sets of 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leg extensions&lt;br /&gt;Leg curls&lt;br /&gt;Lying lateral flye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all good.  The lying lateral flye helped me to open up my chest a little more.  I could feel the tightness on my right arm.  I kept it at a lower weight so that I could loosen up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is one of my favorite recipes given to me by my friend Pangifone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1½ cups broccoli, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1½ cups cauliflower, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 medium onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp fresh ginger, grated&lt;br /&gt;3 cloves garlic, chopped&lt;br /&gt;¼ tsp cayenne pepper&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;3 cups vegetable stock or water&lt;br /&gt;1 28-oz can diced tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;5 tbsp of natural peanut butter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;In a large soup pot, sauté the broccoli, cauliflower, onions, ginger, garlic, cayenne, salt, and pepper in oil on medium heat until vegetables are tender.   Add the stock, tomatoes, and nut butter.  Reduce heat and simmer for 20 minutes, stirring occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;I like to use crushed red pepper also.  It's a bit spicy, cause I also add a little extra ginger and more garlic.  The natural peanut butter isn't necessary, it's just to help to make it vegan-friendly.  A conveinant trick shown to me by Pangifone is to buy a stir fry mix, which eliminates doing the first three ingredients.  It also adds a bit more to it.  There's a lot of room for changes and adaptions to this recipe, and it's delicious and filling!  Not to mention it is a tremendously healthy meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-3162389424736347495?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/3162389424736347495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=3162389424736347495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/3162389424736347495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/3162389424736347495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/04/ketchup-mushrooms-and-artichoke-hearts.html' title='Ketchup, Mushrooms, and Artichoke Hearts'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-3092285562009816914</id><published>2008-04-04T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:48:51.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can You Leave Me Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LiMcjyr3n2o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LiMcjyr3n2o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some redunkulous reason, I've been a bit pre-occupied with &lt;strong&gt;Ursa Major&lt;/strong&gt;.  I thin I called on it in my sleep for power the other night.  Sometimes the strangest things enter my head when I'm in &lt;strong&gt;The Land of Beyond&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'm still a day behind on my workout posts.  So here is yesterday's routine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supersets: wide grip pulldown&lt;/strong&gt;with&lt;strong&gt;incline bench press.&lt;/strong&gt;  This was great, and I can feel my incline press really improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoulder press&lt;br /&gt;Dumbbell lateral raise&lt;br /&gt;Lying tricep extension&lt;br /&gt;Barbell curl&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I did some climbing.  It was great.  I had 4 really good climbs.  Well, okay, one of the climbs was not so good.  It's that stupid dog bowl hold that always messes me up.  I feel like I use all my strength on that one hold.  It frustrates me to no end.  But the climbing was glorious otherwise.  I was full of energy and having a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-3092285562009816914?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ursa_Major' title='How Can You Leave Me Now?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/3092285562009816914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=3092285562009816914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/3092285562009816914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/3092285562009816914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-can-you-leave-me-now.html' title='How Can You Leave Me Now?'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-2146957782855428384</id><published>2008-04-03T19:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:08:58.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Fish, Blue Fish</title><content type='html'>My apologies for missing yesterday's post and work out.  I was a bit distracted by the delicious red fish meal I had at the Pirogue Grille (click the title).  Oh, it was amazing.  After dinner my family and I sauntered over to Mr. Delicious for some aptly named delicious cheesecake.  The warmth of the sun shone upon us and delivered good moods and spirits to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here was my routine for yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abs: superset of normal routine with leg raises&lt;br /&gt;Leg curls&lt;br /&gt;Leg extensions&lt;br /&gt;Lunge with dumbbells&lt;br /&gt;Seated Calf Raises&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunge just about killed me.  After the six mile run that my sister and I did the day before, my legs were not feeling too hot.  I didn't stretch out after the run, and then made the same blunder on Wednesday.  We went out just for twenty minutes, since we were short on time before our reservation at the Pirogue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-2146957782855428384?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.piroguegrille.com/aboutus.html' title='Red Fish, Blue Fish'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/2146957782855428384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=2146957782855428384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/2146957782855428384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/2146957782855428384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/04/red-fish-blue-fish.html' title='Red Fish, Blue Fish'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-9122141168305017740</id><published>2008-04-01T15:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:56:13.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Vicariously Through my Father</title><content type='html'>Ah, April Fool's Day. Always a good time. Who knows what kind of madness can be done on this day with full justification. For the first year in a long time (as long as I can remember), I've got nothing planned. I haven't even really thought about anything particularly destructive I want to do. Pathetic. Loki and Winneboujou are weakening and crying over my lack of dedication. I can only hope that somebody else is paying them homage today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Workout&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was a superset with abs and leg raises.&lt;br /&gt;Wide-grip pulldown&lt;br /&gt;T-bar row&lt;br /&gt;Back Hyperextension&lt;br /&gt;Seated Dumbbell Curl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I will hurt you all.  No, that's really not true at all.  I want to create something great.  I believe that I am destined for great things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-9122141168305017740?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://members.aol.com/pmichaels/glorantha/foolsparadise.html' title='Living Vicariously Through my Father'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/9122141168305017740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=9122141168305017740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/9122141168305017740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/9122141168305017740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/04/living-vicariously-through-my-father.html' title='Living Vicariously Through my Father'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-7851694934118087252</id><published>2008-03-31T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:00:41.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Lift These</title><content type='html'>Seriously?  Digging parts of it up?  Doesn't make much sense.  Oh well.  They do their own thing over on that little island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lifting regiment was fun-filled.  I added my usual ab workout and back excercise to the list.  I don't like that this program doesn't have ab and back work everyday.  I suppose I have a bit of a different idea of what needs more focus.  As per usual, I did 3 sets of each excercise.  This time I decided to push my body to make sure that I did at least up to 12.  I pushed myself way too hard on some of them, but they were mostly all machines, so the chance of injuring myself wasn't too great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dumbbell Inclined Bench&lt;br /&gt;Chest Press&lt;br /&gt;Pec Deck&lt;br /&gt;Shoulder Press&lt;br /&gt;Rear Deltoid Flye&lt;br /&gt;Overhead Tricep Extensions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overhead tricep extensions nearly broke me.  Luckily it was the last thing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-7851694934118087252?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/wiltshire/7322238.stm' title='I Could Lift These'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/7851694934118087252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=7851694934118087252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/7851694934118087252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/7851694934118087252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-could-lift-these.html' title='I Could Lift These'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-522660743739413603</id><published>2008-03-30T14:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:40:57.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Whom to Vote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R-_qmmsTRoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fiFRtjm8EMQ/s1600-h/cthulhu4Prez-preview-5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R-_qmmsTRoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fiFRtjm8EMQ/s320/cthulhu4Prez-preview-5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183619645069018754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an election year.  I present you the poster of the candidate for whom I am voting.  Really, why choose the lesser evil?  Why not choose the most evil you possibly could?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been taking the weekend off from lifting weights, I have allowed myself a few indulgences.  One of these was some split-pea soup (it had a ham base and tiny little bits of ham) and another was a large amount of rum.  Well, it wasn't really that large, but it had been a while since I had any.  During the rumification, my sister (who remains sober) decided we need to write haiku.  So there we sat at a concert, writing haiku.  The following haiku were written by either my sister or myself.&lt;br /&gt; Jackson Hole,&lt;br /&gt; And breaking my neck&lt;br /&gt; Brought me God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Midnight beer&lt;br /&gt; On the Missouri.&lt;br /&gt; Perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cowboy hats&lt;br /&gt; Upon their blonde hair:&lt;br /&gt; True women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dakota Snow&lt;br /&gt; So white and fluffy.&lt;br /&gt; Forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tic-Tac-Toe&lt;br /&gt; On chilly barstools&lt;br /&gt; Is pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dead leaves&lt;br /&gt; Revealed by melted snow.&lt;br /&gt; North Dakota spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sadness is&lt;br /&gt; A tree in Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt; Not growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Old Alice&lt;br /&gt; Has no looking glass&lt;br /&gt; Anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To shimmer&lt;br /&gt; And be happy is&lt;br /&gt; The true path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thinking about&lt;br /&gt; Tyler can bring a&lt;br /&gt; Smile to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Outside wind&lt;br /&gt; Fouling up my hair&lt;br /&gt; Brings true joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whips, handcuffs&lt;br /&gt; And other dark arts&lt;br /&gt; Are skanky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Changing hair&lt;br /&gt; Is a reflection&lt;br /&gt; Of one's self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swedish boy&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the bar&lt;br /&gt;Much too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy sad&lt;br /&gt;Girl looking at me&lt;br /&gt;In mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snubbed by you&lt;br /&gt;In the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Is fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Unattainable&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-522660743739413603?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cthulhu_Mythos' title='For Whom to Vote'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/522660743739413603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=522660743739413603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/522660743739413603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/522660743739413603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-whom-to-vote.html' title='For Whom to Vote'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R-_qmmsTRoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fiFRtjm8EMQ/s72-c/cthulhu4Prez-preview-5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-1061613664438185967</id><published>2008-03-28T12:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:40:17.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before My Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R-0rVGsTRnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gb55y5oane4/s1600-h/IMG_2747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R-0rVGsTRnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gb55y5oane4/s320/IMG_2747.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182846387746981490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.  Then, looking upon His creation and seeing its imperfection, God decided to improve upon it by creating the greatest sandwhich in all eternity: the Monte Cristo.  Nothing can compare with its excellence.  The question, "Can God create a sandwhich so fattening that even His arteries will clog," is answered in this sandwhich.  It's an indulgence only to be truly enjoyed when you have attained enlightenment.  Only then can a person truly understand the bodhi-mind that is the Monte Cristo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be a bit of a cheat day.  The recommended workout for my weight program is being skipped.  It consists of abs and leg work.  I don't feel as though this is good enough though.  I will work on my shoulders a little, my back, and my biceps.  I'll do the recommended abs and leg work, but I feel as though it's cheating too much.  I'm taking the weekend off, isn't that good enough for the routine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-1061613664438185967?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/1061613664438185967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=1061613664438185967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1061613664438185967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1061613664438185967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/03/before-my-time.html' title='Before My Time'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R-0rVGsTRnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gb55y5oane4/s72-c/IMG_2747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-8934653442120276140</id><published>2008-03-27T17:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:00:11.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Tree Caroline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R-wkiWsTRmI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qpig5So0JBU/s1600-h/IMG_1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R-wkiWsTRmI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qpig5So0JBU/s320/IMG_1998.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182557443822143074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no reason for posting this picture.  I just felt like it'd be fun.  Little remembrance of Glasgow.  It was a grand ole time for Hannah's birthday.  I belive this was actually for Steve's birthday though.  Anyway, having our own huge room in a hostel for a party was a lot of fun.  It was a great idea and the skittles vodka was well worth the gut-rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was a different time.  Today's workout was grand.  It was a step-up from what I normally do.  I RARELY do supersets, but today I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Supersets combine two or more exercises with similar motions to maximize the amount of work of an individual muscle or group of muscles. The exercises are performed with no rest period between the exercises.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supersets I performed today were as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incline press with bent-over row.&lt;/strong&gt;  I moved immediately from the incline press to the bent-over row.  I didn't even take a break between sets, but did all 3 sets in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dip and pull-up.&lt;/strong&gt; This was really hard doing supersets.  Once again, I didn't take a break between the sets at all.  It was rough.  I normally only do sets of 10 for the dips, and sets of 10 for the pull-ups.  Instead, today I pushed myself as hard as possible and did 15 reps for each set.  I get the feeling tomorrow is going to lead to my body being broken.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my workout was pretty chill.  After my supersets, I did my &lt;strong&gt;ab routine and lower back routine&lt;/strong&gt;.  This time I used a 25lb weight for the lower back.  Then I finished it off with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Military Press&lt;br /&gt;Dumbbell Kickback&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it was a great work-out today.  Not sure about climbing tonight.  It would be good, but I'm not feeling like going all the way out to the university tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-8934653442120276140?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/8934653442120276140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=8934653442120276140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8934653442120276140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8934653442120276140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/03/cherry-tree-caroline.html' title='Cherry Tree Caroline'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R-wkiWsTRmI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qpig5So0JBU/s72-c/IMG_1998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-1511903057029540032</id><published>2008-03-26T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:15:47.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Conquest Can Ever Be Complete</title><content type='html'>Today's workout seemed quite easy.  It focused mainly on legs, and didn't even feel challenging to somebody like myself.  It was supposed to be an even easier ab routine today, but I stuck to yesterday's ab routine instead.  As per usual, 3 sets of 8-15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday's Routine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ab Routine&lt;/strong&gt;: for more info, see yesterday's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back sit-ups&lt;/strong&gt; Just for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leg Extensions&lt;br /&gt;Leg Curls&lt;br /&gt;Pull-ups&lt;/strong&gt;3 sets of 5.  I wasn't supposed to do this today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upright Row&lt;br /&gt;Body Weight Squats&lt;br /&gt;Standing Calf Raises&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty easy day today.  After all this, I went for a 6 mile run with my sister.  It wasn't too fast, but it still took us less than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone and everyone that missed it, there was an amazing claymation version of &lt;em&gt;Peter and the Wolf&lt;/em&gt; on PBS this evening.  It was wonderful.  I need to find it somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-1511903057029540032?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/1511903057029540032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=1511903057029540032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1511903057029540032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/1511903057029540032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-conquest-can-ever-be-complete.html' title='No Conquest Can Ever Be Complete'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-6753685785959899569</id><published>2008-03-25T19:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:07:45.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exertion of Energy</title><content type='html'>Today's workout came out with plenty of results.  It started out with my ab routine (eased a little bit).&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list of the easier ab routine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leg throws&lt;/strong&gt; 17 (Middle-left-middle-right-middle, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leg-ups&lt;/strong&gt; 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Side sit-ups&lt;/strong&gt; 10 on each side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opposite arm-opposite knee&lt;/strong&gt; 30 (15 each side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bicycle arm-opposite knee&lt;/strong&gt; 30 (15 each side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flutter kicks&lt;/strong&gt; 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;The reason I did the easier ab routine is that I had to do abs three times instead of my usual 1 long session.  It might be worth my while to switch to something like that.  Once again, everything was &lt;strong&gt;3 sets of 10-15 reps&lt;/strong&gt;.  So here's the routine for my Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abs&lt;/strong&gt; 3 sets of the aforementioned routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let Pulldown&lt;br /&gt;Seated Row&lt;br /&gt;Lower back&lt;/strong&gt; aka: reverse sit-ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preacher Curls&lt;br /&gt;EZ-bar curls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much for bicep curls in any way, shape, or form.  I'm not against them, but I normally just use a bar and do 3 sets of 15.  I don't do multiple excercises for them, unless pull-ups are considered bicep work.  Most of the time I do pull-ups for my back, not my biceps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get slightly bored with some of my workouts.  I need to switch it up or watch some kind of inspirational sports-related movie.  Yeah, I'm a sucker like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-6753685785959899569?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/6753685785959899569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=6753685785959899569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/6753685785959899569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/6753685785959899569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/03/exertion-of-energy.html' title='Exertion of Energy'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-5129951595760652146</id><published>2008-03-24T21:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:18:48.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R-hf82sTRlI/AAAAAAAAABk/ojzZd123S_o/s1600-h/IMG_3411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R-hf82sTRlI/AAAAAAAAABk/ojzZd123S_o/s320/IMG_3411.jpg" border="3" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181496870367872594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the excercises I did for today.  I started a new weight-lifting program, today.  I did 3 sets of 8-15 reps for each excercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bench press&lt;br /&gt;Incline dumbbell press&lt;br /&gt;Recline chest flye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoulder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoulder press&lt;br /&gt;Dumbbell lateral raise&lt;br /&gt;Barbell upright row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tricep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cable pushdown&lt;br /&gt;Lying dumbbell extension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;barbell upright row&lt;/strong&gt; was absolutely incredible.  It helped relieve a know I had in my shoulder.  I also realized that it was that excercise that I've needed all along.  That's what's been holding back my progress with my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This train don't carry no jokers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-5129951595760652146?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/5129951595760652146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=5129951595760652146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/5129951595760652146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/5129951595760652146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-era.html' title='A New Era'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R-hf82sTRlI/AAAAAAAAABk/ojzZd123S_o/s72-c/IMG_3411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-8114826491693898369</id><published>2008-03-21T20:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:55:46.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leatherwing Bat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R-RmjmsTRkI/AAAAAAAAABc/SzXVABU66Kg/s1600-h/Me9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R-RmjmsTRkI/AAAAAAAAABc/SzXVABU66Kg/s320/Me9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180378233250727490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many people are strong enough to support two full grown adults on their body at the same time.  I am amazing though.  I walked around the room and even did a little trott with both of them on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learned that it is easier for me to carry 70lbs for 10ft than just to lift it up to a shelf at the height of my shoulders.  Strange.  I didn't get much for weights today though.  Quite sad.  However, tomorrow I will make up for it.  Then on Monday I will begin my new three week training plan.  I will post every day's workout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-8114826491693898369?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/8114826491693898369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=8114826491693898369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8114826491693898369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8114826491693898369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/03/leatherwing-bat.html' title='The Leatherwing Bat'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R-RmjmsTRkI/AAAAAAAAABc/SzXVABU66Kg/s72-c/Me9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-3757752549171067405</id><published>2008-03-19T15:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:44:05.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Great Ski of the Season</title><content type='html'>I got back to Bismarck to warm weather.  No snow is left in the city.  It's sad.  It's heart-breaking.  I got my last great ski of the season up north of Duluth.  One day was all downhill for probably 4k and uphill for 6k.  Then, downhill skiing that 6k was absolute heaven.  I've never felt so good xc-skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we did a 10k loop around Pincushion Mountain.  It was so much fun.  It was uphill enough to really wear a person down, but not enough to make one lose hope.  Classic skiing is such a glorious workout.  I think I can stalk a deer and kill it while I'm skiing.  My new year's goal will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the gym lifting weights again.  It feels nice to be actively using my body again.  Even a month of inactivity just made me feel terrible.  And the food...why must everything be so exhausting to eat?  It's time to make a serious change in my eating habits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-3757752549171067405?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/3757752549171067405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=3757752549171067405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/3757752549171067405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/3757752549171067405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-great-ski-of-season.html' title='Last Great Ski of the Season'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-391201838968578122</id><published>2008-03-13T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T10:52:25.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Deserved and Well Drained</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R9lMJnJHnZI/AAAAAAAAABU/GMKS7qplc4U/s1600-h/IMG_1563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R9lMJnJHnZI/AAAAAAAAABU/GMKS7qplc4U/s320/IMG_1563.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177252974648860050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, I just didn't feel like eating meat. "Going vegetarian" would be a poor choice of wording for it. It's moreso just having had a meat overdose the last however-long. I never used to eat meat for more than three or four days a week. It used to be something that was a bit of an indulgence for me. Suddenly, every dinner has meat as the main dish. It's just getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going no-meat for a while. No health reasons. No moral reasons. Just need to let my body and mind &lt;strong&gt;desire&lt;/strong&gt; the taste again. A major issue I have currently is everyone saying "How are you going to get your protein?!" Umm, the same way I always do. From the multitude of other sources besides meat. I can still eat eggs (that taste hasn't disappeared). I can still eat grains, peanut butter, nuts, legumes, etc. What is it with people? If there's ANYTHING that I need more of, it's carbohydrates (and fruits...mmm...I could always use more of that).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-391201838968578122?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/391201838968578122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=391201838968578122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/391201838968578122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/391201838968578122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-deserved-and-well-drained.html' title='Well Deserved and Well Drained'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R9lMJnJHnZI/AAAAAAAAABU/GMKS7qplc4U/s72-c/IMG_1563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-3586522382490914542</id><published>2008-03-11T12:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:57:01.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowshoe Dance of the Chippewa</title><content type='html'>For some stupid reason, I can't find any good information on how to do the snowshoe dance.  I may have to go to the library and do some real research.  I believe that this is why global climate change is happening.  We haven't been holding up the traditions that the Great Spirit wanted.  We haven't been appeasing them.  I've given up on Chione.  I think she has forsaken North America.  Instead, I shall petition the gods of this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go cross country skiing.  I want to go snowshoeing.  I want to play in the snow.  I hold onto the dreary hope that North Dakota will hold its own tradition.  More snow in March and April than any other months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like the marathon may not happen for me this year.  I feel betrayed because of it.  But that just gives me more time to be ready for the next one.  Perhaps Grandma's.  Perhaps I shall destroy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-3586522382490914542?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/3586522382490914542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=3586522382490914542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/3586522382490914542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/3586522382490914542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/03/snowshoe-dance-of-chippewa.html' title='Snowshoe Dance of the Chippewa'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-7822225997062488486</id><published>2008-03-09T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:38:36.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Blocks to the Square</title><content type='html'>I'm getting back into the swing of things.  Rocked my yoga.  The last few weeks I've been skipping the breathing excercises and the relaxation phase.  This was a poor choice.  Now that I've gotten back into the full yoga session, I'm feeling a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a half-an-hour run with my sister right before brunch.  It's shaping up to be a beautiful day.  The run was amazing, even though I destroyed my right calf yesterday.  Eventually it will even itself out again.  I'm in no rush otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going to start weight-lifting again.  I'm really excited for it.  It's going to be grand to be building muscle again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-7822225997062488486?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/7822225997062488486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=7822225997062488486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/7822225997062488486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/7822225997062488486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/03/50-blocks-to-square.html' title='50 Blocks to the Square'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-936075034940956533</id><published>2008-03-08T16:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:32:23.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking Up Hitchhikers</title><content type='html'>Back home in good ole Bismarck.  Colorado was great and Texas was a blast.  Got in some good runs there.  My neck and back are slightly destroyed from too much traveling.  It's getting to be a bit of a pain having to be too tall for the 95th percentile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long discussion on yoga last night.  I need to improve my yoga more and more.  So many positions so much to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-936075034940956533?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/936075034940956533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=936075034940956533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/936075034940956533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/936075034940956533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/03/picking-up-hitchhikers.html' title='Picking Up Hitchhikers'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-3436632246342003427</id><published>2008-02-25T09:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:16:43.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Advent of Television</title><content type='html'>The swim yesterday was great.  Did a lot of aqua jogging and did some lap swimming.  This morning I did some running in order to get used to early morning running.  It was frigid and the cool air made my ears pound even though I was wearing a hat.  My yoga has come to a bit of a standstill because of the car ride during last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for Colorado tomorrow.  Hopefully the run there will be good.  The interview may be my main priority, but there's no reason to forsake running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-3436632246342003427?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/3436632246342003427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=3436632246342003427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/3436632246342003427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/3436632246342003427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/02/advent-of-television.html' title='The Advent of Television'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-5394126629866662194</id><published>2008-02-24T14:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T14:40:49.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming Isn't Happening</title><content type='html'>What beautiful weather yesterday and today!  I joined the masses as I shuffled my way along the river path from Pioneer Park to Sertoma.  The cool breeze off the river kept the temp at an even 35 degrees F.  Beautiful.  The sun was shining and the run that I got in was absolute glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people will make a comment on the warmness of the weather and say something like "That's global warming for you."  Sadly, it isn't.  Global warming will begin as "global cold as a witch's tit" as the ice caps melt and change the average planetary temp.  Then, as the air temp eventually begins to rise from the heating of the earth's core, the temps will rise and the dew point will do whatever the hell it does when the temps are redunkulous.  I'm excited.  My goal is to evolve before everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter has been a bit strange.  However, maybe it's all the other winters that were strange and the last few have been normal.  I believe that the most snow falls in North Dakota in March and April.  What's to say this year is different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan is to do some swimming today to work more on the cardio-vascular system and rock the immunities.  I need to use that sauna and bleed out all my impurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: ran 4 miles and walked 10 miles.  Don't I feel awesome...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-5394126629866662194?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/5394126629866662194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=5394126629866662194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/5394126629866662194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/5394126629866662194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/02/global-warming-isnt-happening.html' title='Global Warming Isn&apos;t Happening'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-2248109679801511055</id><published>2008-02-23T10:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T10:23:25.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain and Suffering</title><content type='html'>Over the last week, I believe that I logged almost 40 hours in the car.  17 hours to Logan, UT.; 16 hours from Logan to Hill City, SD.; and about 6 hours touring around South Dakota and going back to North Dakota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that because of the constant carring my neck got messed up.  The muscles are just a little tight at the base of the skull.  Gotta do some stretching to combat it.  I'm guessing the muscles on my back tightened up too much and the lack of activity pulled at my neck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-2248109679801511055?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/2248109679801511055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=2248109679801511055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/2248109679801511055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/2248109679801511055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/02/pain-and-suffering.html' title='Pain and Suffering'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-8221071561240612864</id><published>2008-02-19T18:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T19:04:46.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hall of the Mountain King</title><content type='html'>Greetings from Utah.  Here I sit on "the Island" of Logan, UT.  This morning's run was absolutely beautiful.  Good half-hour running through the streets of the island.  The fresh mountain air is a bit different on the lungs, but it feels good.  I know that I had to run a little bit slower today since I'm not quite acclimated to the altitude here.  I kept the pace low enough so that I'm not sore tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountains are absolutely beautiful.  Logan seems to be a great location.  It's surrounded by mounrains on almost all sides.  I think if I lived here, I would be in even better shape.  What beauty!  The women aren't too shabby looking either.  However, I have it on good authority that everyone near my age is already married and has six children.  So while they may be attractive, they're taken.  Oh well.  There must be some singles out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-8221071561240612864?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/8221071561240612864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=8221071561240612864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8221071561240612864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/8221071561240612864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/02/hall-of-mountain-king.html' title='Hall of the Mountain King'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-2490028621574168998</id><published>2008-02-16T18:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T18:16:17.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She'll Never Sleep With You</title><content type='html'>I've been cross country skiing everyday for the past week.  It's been glorious.  It's a new type of soreness.  Stretches the legs out in interesting areas.  I can see why it's viewed as one of the best workouts out there.  It's incredible to feel the glide of the skis under the snow.  It's wonderful to feel the sweat soak the body even though it's frigid outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps it's the ability to adjust to the cold air that's so amazing for the cardiovascular system.  Skiing today was beautiful.  It was a bit too warm and the snow was too sticky, but it helps to get different conditions every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strict regiment of good food, stretching, and cardio work.  My weight-lifting is over for the time being.  I will begin weight-lifting again when I'm settled in more.  For now I just need to make sure that my body doesn't degenerate into nothingness.  As long as I stay physically active and am able to eat properly, it won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out today that grapefruit and alcohol is a bad mix.  This was not by personal experience, it was information gathered from a comrade.  Apparently grapefruit slows down the metabolism rate SPECIFICALLY for alcohol.  It makes you unable to properly absorb the alcohol and can screw up the liver a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-2490028621574168998?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/2490028621574168998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=2490028621574168998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/2490028621574168998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/2490028621574168998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/02/shell-never-sleep-with-you.html' title='She&apos;ll Never Sleep With You'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-7751946877516132219</id><published>2008-02-13T21:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:54:58.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Cope</title><content type='html'>I've been quite busy lately.  I've been studying for various tests and preparing for presentations.  It feels good.  It feels good to be excercising my mind again.  Meanwhile, I've been sticking with three yoga routines a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime next week I'm going to check out Pinwheel Yoga.  I haven't heard anything about it yet, but it seems to be the only real yoga instruction place in Bismarck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went cross country skiing for an hour and a half.  It felt absolutely incredible.  The amounts of snow that dumped on Bismarck today were wonderful.  They claim it was 4 inches.  The wind blew lots of snow all over, with plenty blown onto the ski trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is the Book Across the Bay ski race in Ashland/Bayfield, Wisconsin.  Sadly I'm going to miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-7751946877516132219?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/7751946877516132219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=7751946877516132219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/7751946877516132219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/7751946877516132219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/02/learning-to-cope.html' title='Learning to Cope'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-391295341497979637</id><published>2008-01-26T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:46:35.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation</title><content type='html'>The last few days have been spent in meditation and relaxation.  I have continued my usual workouts (with some cross country skiing added in for enjoyment).  I've been mentally going through all of my muscles and relaxing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to pay attention to the way the body is.  When walking out in the cold, are the shoulders hunched?  When sitting at a desk or computer, is the body slouching?  Are the teeth clenched?  Are the hands making tight fists?  Are the legs too tense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying attention to the body everyday is important.  How can one expect to loosen any muscles or relieve soreness when the everyday activities are contributing to the pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been thinking about my eating habits.  I need to become more retroactive when it comes to food.  Why should I compromise when it comes to my sources of energy?  This seems like a poor choice.  I suppose that the most important things for my body are food and sleep.  I'm obviously active enough, so there isn't an issue there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I determine a new positive diet, I shall post it.  In the meantime, I will try to stay away from foods that take my energy away.  If I plan to do incredibly well on the Fargo marathon, I need to start now with the goal in mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-391295341497979637?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/391295341497979637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=391295341497979637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/391295341497979637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/391295341497979637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/01/meditation.html' title='Meditation'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-6957141179978878078</id><published>2008-01-23T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:35:36.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Skiing in Sub-zero</title><content type='html'>Today's workout included cross country skiing.  It was frigid outside, but I got working enough that it was really warm.  I was out for about an hour.  It was a great workout.  Only problem was that there wasn't enough snow and I had to make my own tracks.  It was great, but I really worked my calves hard.  Never really did that from skiing before, but these are different skis than I'm used to.  I also got to do some skate skiing.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Optimum and did some more upperbody work today.  I've been having some problems with my shoulder from lifting too much too soon on my shoulders.  I didn't wait for my muscle memory to catch up.  It's okay though, because my shoulder is fine, it's just a little sore.  While my friend would swear by trigger point massage, I think it also stems from the fact that I've been ignoring stretcing my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;I did a morning session of yoga, two afternoon sessions (one normal and one Tibetan), and an evening session.  Necessary?  Not particularly.  There's no reason NOT to do it though.  It stretches out the body.  It helps a person feel better and healthier.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't run with Phil.  Instead, I spent the time starting on my New Year's resolution:&lt;br /&gt;Hand-stand push-ups.&lt;br /&gt;Today I acheived lowering myself to where my elbows were almost 90 degrees and pushing myself back up.  I did five of those, and it took almost all of my strength.  I'm guessing at this rate I will be able to accomplish full hand-stand push-ups by the second week in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't go for a run today, I did an extra set of ab work.  I need to start sculpting my abs more before the marathon.  It's amazing how important the core muscles are to any and every sport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-6957141179978878078?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/6957141179978878078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=6957141179978878078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/6957141179978878078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/6957141179978878078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/01/skiing-in-sub-zero.html' title='Skiing in Sub-zero'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-9194437398346548665</id><published>2008-01-23T10:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:24:06.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Body as a Machine</title><content type='html'>As I recall studying in some class along the way (physiology or biology or something), it takes over 50 muscles to take one step forward.  I believe it was 54 or something of the sort.  The way that all the muscles are interlocked and work with the tendons and the bones is absolutely incredible.  Is it really a surprise that injuries can easily happen, and when they do they just put a body out of use for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good way to look at it is an "energy in = energy out" kind of concept.  Losing weight isn't nearly as complicated as some people would like to lead you to believe.  A simple formula is "eat less, walk more."  While this is a very simple idea, it makes sense.  When eating, try not to think about feeling full or good tasting food.  Instead, &lt;strong&gt;start to think about foods that make you feel energized.&lt;/strong&gt;  I can't stress this enough.  Then, start to think about how many calories are burned during a normal day.  A nutritionist should be able to help calculate the caloric intake necessary for a day.  My caloric intake is 3500 calories a day.  In an average workout, I am burning about 1000 of those calories.  If I want to lower my weight, I would simply lower my calories for the day (without cutting out essential vitamins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thyroid problem?  We'll come to that another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-9194437398346548665?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/9194437398346548665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=9194437398346548665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/9194437398346548665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/9194437398346548665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/01/human-body-as-machine.html' title='Human Body as a Machine'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-733202801854916518</id><published>2008-01-23T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:20:49.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Upper Body</title><content type='html'>Today I focused all of my efforts on my upper body.  This includes biceps, triceps, lats, deltoids, traps, etc.  While most weight-lifters are focusing on one area a day, I focus on sections.  I prefer to work on my entire upper body one day and my lower body the next day.  Of course, every day contains some of the same areas.&lt;br /&gt;Every day I do push-ups, pull-ups (alternate days with pull-ups and chin-ups), calves, quads, abs, and lower back.  These are the most important muscle groups to my body.  Abs and lower back are two things that must be done every day.  A strong core is more important than anything else in my body.  My legs are also important and are worked on every day to varying extent (lower body days they are worked on a lot, and upper body days they are subjected to endurance excercises).&lt;br /&gt;Every day I find it important to do a minimum of 50 push-ups.  This can be split in different ways, but can never be included in my bench presses.  I also find it important to do pull-ups every day, generally 3 sets of 10 per day.  This helps keep my arms and back active, but not overworked.  Just using your own body weight is acceptable on these fronts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my standard breakfast of 2 packets of oatmeal.  Then for lunch I had peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches on honey oat bread.  Never underestimate the importance of a pb&amp;j.  The peanut butter helps to replenish the muscles while preventing muscle soreness.  The jelly (or bannana jam in my case - thanks &lt;a href="http://www.pangie.com/"&gt;Pangie&lt;/a&gt; for the jam) is good for fructose and simple carbohydrates.  The bread is good for soaking up any lactic acid built up inside the stomach (though not suggested for those with stomach lining problems).  In short, pb&amp;j is an excellent fuel source.  After my workout, I ate a couple granola bars and had some hard boiled eggs after a whey protein drink.  While I never used to use whey protein, the benefits of using it while trying to sculpt the body are limitless.  I suggest a caramel/chocolate flavor.  It's delicious.  For the evening meal, I had a mondo burrito from Taco Del Mar.  Not the healthiest suggestion, but it's packed with energy and also tasty.  I was tempted to get the Alaskan fish for meat, but went with seasoned pork instead.  The jalepenos were an excellent addition and also helped keep me warm on cold nights like tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I had an indulgence this evening.  Being a Tuesday, I made my way to &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=182918706"&gt;the Walrus&lt;/a&gt; for a couple beers and some good music.  I had two beers, which is not the best for my training, yet still enjoyable and positive for my mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow is falling in Bismarck, which makes me believe that I can go cross country skiing and running tomorrow.  So, I will probably go xc skiing before lifting weights and go running with Phil after lifting.  The time to hesitate is through.  The Fargo marathon approaches more rapidly than one might think.  I need to be ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-733202801854916518?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/733202801854916518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=733202801854916518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/733202801854916518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/733202801854916518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/01/upper-body.html' title='Upper Body'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-7533714546914677402</id><published>2008-01-21T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:05:21.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Battle of Marathon</title><content type='html'>Today my friend Kris called me to inform me he's going to run the &lt;a href="http://www.fargomarathon.com/"&gt;Fargo Marathon&lt;/a&gt;.  Then he convinced me to run it with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I now have a goal.  By the time May 17th comes around, I am going to be back into marathon-shape.  I am going to redeem myself from the shameful performance that I had during the Twin Cities Marathon.  This year I will get sub-4.  Less than 4 hours will be no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took the day off.  I did my morning yoga of the sun salutation.  I had two packets of oatmeal with almonds for breakfast, pizza for lunch, and chili for dinner.  I'm planning to do my tibetan yoga this evening before I go to bed in order to loosen up my back before lifting again tomorrow.  The pizza for lunch was a poor decision, but sometimes you need some poor food in your diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will mark the first day of training for the marathon.  From now on, running will be my main focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating oatmeal every morning is great for health and for energy.  It's a good protein because of how slowly it digests.  Keeps you fueled until noon when you can refill your engines.  It's one of those meals that makes me feel like I actually have energy instead of making me feel sluggish.  I suggest oatmeal every morning with a bit of cocoa powder and some almonds.  ACTUAL cocoa powder and not hot chocolate powder.  The bitterness is important, just don't put too much cocoa powder in, it needs less than a teaspoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-7533714546914677402?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/7533714546914677402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=7533714546914677402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/7533714546914677402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/7533714546914677402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-battle-of-marathon.html' title='After the Battle of Marathon'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19335375.post-7682084812219681758</id><published>2008-01-20T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T21:20:18.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In order to become a god...</title><content type='html'>I am on my way to make my body a weapon.  The goal is to become as athletic as possible, as one of the greeks of ancient times.  I believe I will begin to have olympic events held so that I can compete against others in manly events.&lt;br /&gt;The order of the goals:&lt;br /&gt;1. Get my body in shape.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get my mind in shape.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get my life in shape.&lt;br /&gt;So shall it go.  I will begin to write down my eating habits and excercise habits in order for others to follow my example.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19335375-7682084812219681758?l=blurricus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/feeds/7682084812219681758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19335375&amp;postID=7682084812219681758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/7682084812219681758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19335375/posts/default/7682084812219681758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurricus.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-order-to-become-god.html' title='In order to become a god...'/><author><name>blurricus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05323896928923851763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gzP-n-aOFmk/R5QWIw2x9AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1qtTeSq1a7k/S220/Pancakes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
