Kev

Zoe’s dad just sent me a link to a comment on slashdot about dating at 36. I had never thought of it this way. Maybe I should.

mmm… tarts.

Ho-lee shit. It only hit me today – I’ve been karma-whacked. I spent so much time boasting right before my game about the excellent shape I was in, karma bit me in the ass.

I can sit today. That’s an accomplishment. I couldn’t do this yesterday. I can only do the sitting thing for short periods, so I’m going back to the couch for a bit.

I’m about ready to give up Ultimate. My leg today was solid, and I had some great defensive and offensive plays (although disc golf has destroyed my flick). Unfortunately, the one thing I’ve never had any problems with any sport – my back – managed to get hurt. I’m pretty sure it was tight from weight training yesteday, and all I did was jump in the air. That was enough, and standing is painful.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Alrighty… so I’m back at it on the activity front. I never stopped weight-training, and managed to hit some big milestones over the last couple of weeks. I can now squat 245lbs., bench press 180, and do 10 reps of dips with a 40 pound weight attached to my ass. I’ve dropped 6 pounds in the last two weeks thanks to a little more carefully monitored diet, and I can easily do a couple hundred crunches in one sitting. I’m bragging, but I’m pretty friggin’ proud (and in shape 😉 ).

I’m also back to running, and am group leading the LTR course at the Slater Street Running Room. I’m taking it reasonably slowly, and am only running intervals with walk rests which total about 12km a week. Today will be my first go at Ultimate since the Co-ed Jamboree, and it’s with another team I’ve never played before. It should work pretty well as a tune-up, but I just have to remember to tone it down a little.

The focus this past few weeks has been disc golf, and my game is pretty decent. I can putt fairly reliably from 20 feet out, and can flick drive really well (in my very biased opinion). I really need to work on my attitude, though, as I tend to cuss a lot and the folks I play with can’t enjoy it that much. I’m starting to get used to the tee-bird, although with changing my driving style my roc does things I don’t expect it to, so I have to re-learn it’s behaviour. James has been very good at coaching, and I’m playing about +8 on average from the blues, which is pretty decent for a first season using golf discs.

Ok, shameless boasting finished. Happy Saturday, and try not to dwell on the past today.

It’s a nice leather sofa bed, paid $2500 new just under three years ago. Dunno what it’s worth now that it appears to stained in multiple places with indelivle blue ink. You’d think I’d be mad, but for whatever reason I seem to be accepting the fact that it’s wrecked without a lot of fireworks. I haven’t sat on the damn thing in ages, so hadn’t noticed it until I moved stuff around today. Whoe knows when it happened, but the spray patterns make me wonder how in the hell it got there (the ink stained the hardwood floor, too – it’s like someone had a water pistol or something).

And the hits keep coming.

Fuck.

I helped my brother move my… err… his TV today and, although I’m choked about letting it go, it’s going to a good home. The thing weighs around 280 pounds, and the two of us got it out of my house, onto his truck, to his house via the 417, and into the living room with very little problem. Within 30 minutes of depositing the beast we had boxed and moved the slate from the pool table and received his new sectional couch. Not bad for an afternoon.

Derek and I were shooting the breeze when my niece Rachel walked up to us and said “I’d like to start the show.” We were puzzled for a second, and then realized she wanted to put a movie in and enjoy the new couch. We put the couch together, pulled a DVD player out, powered everything up, and fired up “Finding Nemo”. It was aweseome. Beautiful colour, a 57″ picture, great sound, and an amazing story. The five of us (derek, Jen, two kids, and I) just flopped on the couch (there was enough room) and enjoyed the moment.

It was really cool, and as Jen said “anything that gets both of their attention for more than 10 minutes is worth it.”

I’ll miss the stupid TV, but I’ll miss my brother and his family more. They leave on Tuesday, and it still hasn’t sunk in yet. They’re the big reason I moved back to Ottawa, and now that they’re leaving I’m a little unsure what next steps are involved. That said, it was really cool to just flop on the couch and watch a movie.

My baby’s in good hands, and I’m gonna miss my bro and family something awful.

I’m thinking the waterworks will be in full effect Tuesday.

Last night was quite possibly one of the worst demonstrations of professional football I have ever seen. The Renegades stunk the joint out against the Tiger Pussies. Kerry Joseph showed more than a little rust, the team as a whole took an unbelievable number of penalties, and coach Pao Pao’s play-calling was uninspired, to say the least. Dear Pao Pao – when a play doesn’t work five times in a row, move on to something else.

I think there was one series of downs where there were 5 penalties in a row called. It was ugly, it was brutal, and it sure as hell wasn’t worth the price of admission. The worst part about the game (from my point of view) is that you never see the players or the coaching staff get fired up for any reason. When your centre takes his fifth stupid penalty of the game, I expect to see the coaches giving him instruction at the very least, but would preferably like to see him getting chewed out for his transgressions. When the team is down and playing stupidly, I expect veterans to start calling their teammates on it. I saw neither last night, and it was pretty disheartening.

I haven’t seen a lot of the games live this year, and if the quality of play continues at this level, I won’t be seeing any live next year. I’ve been a loyal season ticket holder for each of the Renegade’s seasons, and the last 8 Rough Rider’s seasons. It’s the same thing every year – a promising start which quickly devolves into mediocre play, a losing season, and missed playoffs (or a first round exit). It was easier to take when tickets were $25. Now that they’re $55, I expect a little more, but I’m certainly not getting it.

Dear Mr. Tillman, how about kicking your coaching staff in the ass and getting them to light a fire under their players? Dear Renegades, try showing up with your heads out of your asses.

…my TV is sold. I’m not sure whether to click my heels in joy, laugh about the stupidity of it all, or cry as I kiss away 60% of its value. Oh well, I’ll have a living/dining room and a bit of cash in the bank.

Let us never speak of this again.

I bought a couple CDs today. One had a track called “PUNK A** B****”, the other had a track called “Stank A** H**”. That made me laugh. I don’t know why.

Update: Ok, I know why. I can’t figure out why anyone would bother to use “*”‘s instead of the proper characters; it’s not like no one can figure them out. Oh, and they spelled “ho” with an “e”. That made me laugh more.

So, I went to see the doctor about my calf today. It was a typical appointment – wait 30 minutes past the appointment time, spend 15 minutes going over the problem with a (very nice) doctor-in-training, and then get told “You probably tore it in May and that created a bunch of scar tissue. Last week, you re-injured the scar tissue. Rest, anti-inflammatories, and massages to work it out are in order. Come back in two weeks.” Whee.

So, long story short, I can do anything provided it’s not load bearing, and have to keep working on breaking up the scar tissue. Thankfully, Tina is great, and will help me with getting rid of the crap. I’ll be off any kind of excessive loading excercise (read: ultimate, running, and hockey) until at least September which, coupled with the last round of sitting out, means the NYC marathon in November is out (along with $125.00USD in registration fees).

*sigh*

Ah well, beats being put in a cast, and I can still workout and do cardio on machines. Here’s hoping it gets better soon, and that I don’t have to resort to something like Moxa to cure what ails me.