<?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-15625964</id><updated>2012-01-24T20:30:40.232-06:00</updated><category term='diet'/><category term='marathon'/><category term='running'/><category term='frogs'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='clfc'/><category term='non-profit running clubs'/><category term='movies'/><category term='rock climbing'/><category term='where&apos;s Roger?'/><category term='good hair day'/><category term='relay'/><category term='ice skating'/><category term='junk miles'/><category term='spring program'/><category term='food-chain'/><category term='seabrook'/><title type='text'>keithrselassie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>372</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-4145020562607962617</id><published>2011-03-29T21:46:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:20:23.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi America, Did I mention...</title><content type='html'>Hi America, How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've blooged.  Did I mention that I graduated with my Ph.D.?  I'm not sure if I blooged it.  It is called blooging isn't it?  I can't even remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tdata&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BntNgzswkc/TZKbJTUv21I/AAAAAAAAAOo/cT67L_yde5c/s1600/img_7661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BntNgzswkc/TZKbJTUv21I/AAAAAAAAAOo/cT67L_yde5c/s320/img_7661.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589700671628630866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Did I also tell you that we moved to California?  I'm sure I blooged that one.  I may be lazy, but even I wouldn't forget to bloog that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZPagnheVkk/TZKbuWM5KoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9S5beCgVxJA/s1600/img_7679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZPagnheVkk/TZKbuWM5KoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9S5beCgVxJA/s320/img_7679.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589701308056152706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a nice picture of the sunset from the cliffs here in sunny San Diego.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKv19UyU3Cs/TZKc7lnv-RI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cGhFHJ151mY/s1600/img_7949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKv19UyU3Cs/TZKc7lnv-RI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cGhFHJ151mY/s320/img_7949.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589702635045255442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I already told you that I got a post-doc at the Salk Institute.  Did I tell you?  Maybe not.  Maybe I'm terrible.  Anyway, here I am at the Salk.  On the equini the sun lines up with the river that runs through our central courtyard, so that's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtVK2XJRSp4/TZKcqn8NPFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QqQheTkAa3g/s1600/img_7853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtVK2XJRSp4/TZKcqn8NPFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/QqQheTkAa3g/s320/img_7853.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589702343610154066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am being silly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oR3fQTfYUo/TZKdsmvXbAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0KaWa7ClU9k/s1600/img_7846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oR3fQTfYUo/TZKdsmvXbAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0KaWa7ClU9k/s320/img_7846.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589703477159226370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a seal that lives down the street from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_oeH9oPZUI8/TZKeBzZGgcI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HrRc3Npef08/s1600/img_7840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_oeH9oPZUI8/TZKeBzZGgcI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HrRc3Npef08/s320/img_7840.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589703841332756930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am when I first wake up.  Seriously though, you know it's cool to have wild seals and sea lions nearby, but what people don't tell you about that, is that seals and sea lions are actually quite smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vxvJTYm2Ijo/TZKeZYQjjQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ExPPkE_d-lg/s1600/img_7771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vxvJTYm2Ijo/TZKeZYQjjQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ExPPkE_d-lg/s320/img_7771.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589704246366014722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are when we went hiking at Mission Trails Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0EJdcP9meQ/TZKe5FyQVLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OG6trO_oN6s/s1600/img_7900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0EJdcP9meQ/TZKe5FyQVLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OG6trO_oN6s/s320/img_7900.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589704791162901682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the most exciting thing was when Claudia made empanadas and one of them contained a greetings of love from a UFO alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1tQ60ujtug/TZKfIMAQxiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/lv3k6ZEuC80/s1600/img_7901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1tQ60ujtug/TZKfIMAQxiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/lv3k6ZEuC80/s320/img_7901.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589705050530301474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another contained a fossilized dinosaur bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tdata&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention that we are training for the half marathon in the &lt;a href="http://theave.org/"&gt;Avenue of the Giants&lt;/a&gt;?  And we're also registered for the &lt;a href="http://www.afchalf.com/"&gt;AFC Half Marathon&lt;/a&gt; here in sunny San Diego.  Also we're registered for the &lt;a href="http://www.marinemarathon.com/"&gt;Marine Corps Marathon&lt;/a&gt;.  It will be Claudia's first marathon, and my first in a while.  So, I've got that going for me, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, that's about all that's going on here.  I miss my friends back in Houston.  You guys are very cool.  You should come visit.  You can sleep on the futon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best, Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-4145020562607962617?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/4145020562607962617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=4145020562607962617&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/4145020562607962617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/4145020562607962617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2011/03/hi-america-did-i-mention.html' title='Hi America, Did I mention...'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BntNgzswkc/TZKbJTUv21I/AAAAAAAAAOo/cT67L_yde5c/s72-c/img_7661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-7241161718706399143</id><published>2010-04-13T17:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:38:39.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>working / teaching</title><content type='html'>Hey America,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you been?  You look good.  Well, you don't look bad anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here, writing my dissertation, which may be the reason why I find it urgent to update my blog.  Yeah, I was brainstorming what is the best way to formulate the model by which I analyze my data, and it occurred to me that &lt;em&gt;I have not blogged anything in a really long time&lt;/em&gt;.  I haven't read any blogs either, so I really don't know what my old friends are up to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I have been only working these past months, and not much time for anything else.  I am also teaching two lab classes in Introductory Biology, which is a class full of young Science majors, ready to take the world by its ear and shake it up.  In truth, most of them are not very enthusiastic about Science, which is a little sad, at least from my point of view.  This is the business of many awesome people, and awesome questions.  The biggest questions there are.  The human brain, and life, and big bangs, and nanobots, and cancer, and climate change, and evolution, and self-organization, etc.  I think I'll try to get them to focus on that big picture in the few remaining classes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I should get back to my writing.&lt;br /&gt;Best, Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-7241161718706399143?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/7241161718706399143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=7241161718706399143&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/7241161718706399143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/7241161718706399143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2010/04/working-teaching.html' title='working / teaching'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-4274350955364182729</id><published>2008-03-25T11:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:14:43.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lets get dirty.</title><content type='html'>Hey America, how are you?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something America, and please know that I'm talking directly to you, and only to you.  Nobody else is included, not even England or Canada, or anybody else.  You look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to talk about my running.  Let's get dirty and let it all hang out.  My motivation for running is a bit low at the moment.  I go through some periods of enthusiasm, and I strung together a small (12 day) running streak that ended last week.  I found a nice race called the Flying Monkey Marathon that I think I can get excited about, but it comes in fits and starts for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point I want to make is that, &lt;em&gt;life is difficult for a young and healthy white man&lt;/em&gt;.  Who is there to feel my pain?  Nobody cares what we do, since we're young and healthy.  If we train like crazy and run a marathon, it doesn't mean that much because we're young and healthy, and that kind of thing should be no problem for us.  And things are especially problematic for young and healthy men like me who are generally well below average in athletic endeavors.  A couple years ago, I trained like crazy and even ran every single day for more than six months and I ran a marathon in 4:17, and a half marathon in 1:49.  These times were great for me and I'm proud of them, but they're below average for someone my age.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what people don't know about me, is that I've had a bone in my leg since the day I was born.  I don't like to talk about it since I don't really want any pity.  Please consider that when you see my race times.  I'm doing all this with a bone the size of a full-grown ferret in my right leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your time.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-4274350955364182729?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/4274350955364182729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=4274350955364182729&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/4274350955364182729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/4274350955364182729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-get-dirty.html' title='lets get dirty.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-7752461247162125737</id><published>2008-03-04T12:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T12:55:42.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Independence Relay - March 1-2, 2008</title><content type='html'>I don't need a very long race report since probably all my readers were there, on my team.  I'm proud to have been a part of the Battling Bloggers of the Texas Republic.  You guys ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time, running, resting, seeing the small towns, running again, rooting for my teammates, crashing on the floor and sleeping harder than ever before, and then running again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for anything I may have said when I was itchy and jonesin' for some sweet sweet gummy bears.  I think I yelled at Manny to "keep the water and just get me some f--k--g gummy bears!"  I realize now that not having my gummy bears wasn't the end of the world.  Sorry Manny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the pictures I took soon.  For posterity and clicking ease, here is an exhaustive list of the team members with their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://runnerdad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://psychorunnergirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adrienne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hvillerunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://woodlandsrunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com"&gt;Keith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saroy.net/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ltownrunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Edwin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://houstonrunning.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doingitforthekids.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crosstraintherunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joseph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trechoagon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiggsintexas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cassie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-7752461247162125737?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/7752461247162125737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=7752461247162125737&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/7752461247162125737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/7752461247162125737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2008/03/texas-independence-relay-march-1-2-2008.html' title='Texas Independence Relay - March 1-2, 2008'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-7291044070519813447</id><published>2008-01-30T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:38:27.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TIR running / recovery plan</title><content type='html'>I've been working out the ideal recovery plan for my running, since I think the TIR is going to be a test for how fast we recharge everything.  Here's what I've determined, through exhaustive experimentation, to be the ideal plan for running / recovering.  Some of the tasks require some assistance from one or more teammates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;## Prior to run&lt;br /&gt;3-4 hours prior to run - start drinking lots of water&lt;br /&gt;1-2 hours prior to run - 100 - 150 calories of carbohydrates, more water&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes prior to run - less water, so nothing will be sloshing around on the run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;## During the run&lt;br /&gt;mile 0 - I drink a little water but spit it out&lt;br /&gt;mile 1 - I eat five or seven gummy bears&lt;br /&gt;mile 1.5 - One small cup Peachy Keen Cytomax - more gummy bears&lt;br /&gt;mile 2 - no liquids at all, I need lots of positive reinforcement&lt;br /&gt;mile 2.5 - only red gummy bears, but I dont eat them, just chew and spit&lt;br /&gt;mile 3 - I'll raise my arms and say 'whoop whoop whoop!'&lt;br /&gt;mile 3.5 - I need negative reinforcement at this point - no gummy bears.&lt;br /&gt;mile 4 - A light slap to the face/ eye poke is ideal at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;mile 4.5 - A little childish mockery, one gummy bear&lt;br /&gt;mile 5 and beyond - please provide various surprises to keep things interesting.  intermittent gummy bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;## After the run&lt;br /&gt;- a little pretend stretching&lt;br /&gt;- some flexing of muscles&lt;br /&gt;- talking about how I was tired for a while and felt better for a while and then tired again&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes of groaning&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes of staring into space, gummy bears &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ad libitum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This plan has proven to be the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most effective&lt;/span&gt; at recharging my glycogen stores, which I think will be a key component for maintaining energy in the later legs of the relay.  You might take issue with the necessity of some elements, but the data are the data.  Bottom line is that it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran 3 miles last night, 2 more on tap for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-7291044070519813447?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/7291044070519813447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=7291044070519813447&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/7291044070519813447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/7291044070519813447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2008/01/tir-running-recovery-plan.html' title='TIR running / recovery plan'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-1494656876146405332</id><published>2008-01-28T12:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:59:26.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeehaw.</title><content type='html'>Hey America!  How are you?!  You look beautiful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the delay in posting.  I've been terribly busy.  I look for some time when I can sit down, write a little to you, and post some pictures of my travelings.  I went to Mallorca, Spain for a conference with some of the best numbercrunchers in the world.  I have pictures of that.  And I went to Colombia to meet Claudia's parents, which I was quite nervous about.  I have pictures of that too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote and applied for a pre-doctoral fellowship which was quite an involved process, with a firing line interview and everything.  I'm happy to say I was accepted and my employment situation is significantly more secure than before.  Without this fellowship, I could keep my job of course, but worse than that, I may have had to teach!  I'm still recovering from the last time I taught and how the TA evaluations came back and everybody was very positive except one guy that wrote "TA is so suck."  How could he write that!  Can't you be a little more constructive with your criticism Mr. Bui!  &lt;strong&gt;Yes, I know it was you, Mr. Bui!&lt;/strong&gt;  The form was anonymous, but I know it was you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's that, and during my absence, I missed so much stuff that needed commenting, for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a marathon recently in the area, and so many of my friends were in it.  I'm proud of all of you.  I was home that day, cursing myself for not being in shape enough for a marathon.  It's a painful experience to be a runner in Houston, and not be fit for the Houston Marathon.  I thought about selling my bib, but in the end I decided that I deserved to lose my money, the lazy bum that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a certain relay that people have been talking about.  I have a lot to say about that too, and I haven't been connected as I should be.  I'm excited about the race.  I think the whole experience is going to be a blast and a half.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were some other events of general interest which could have yielded some interesting comments.  For example, there was a senator that got caught propositioning an undercover police officer in an airport restroom.  I had some funny things to say about that, and I missed my chance.  And how his excuse that he wasn't propositioning, he just has a wide stance and hit the other guys foot accidentally, that doesn't really make sense because in the restroom, to have a wide stance you have to have your pants all the way off.  I was going to say that, and I was also going to say that the bottom line is, if your in the restroom and you touch my foot even accidentally, you have to lose your job, whether your a senator, or a doctor, or a busboy, or anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been focused almost exclusively on neurobiology and there are a lot of interesting things going on.  Maybe at some point I'll try to boil it down for something that would be interesting for the general public.  I've read some interesting things recently that attempt to address how you can keep a concept in your mind, sort of a analogy to working memory at the cellular level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm looking for time.  I don't even really have it right now, I'm still at work and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later,&lt;br /&gt;Keith out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-1494656876146405332?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/1494656876146405332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=1494656876146405332&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/1494656876146405332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/1494656876146405332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Yeehaw.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-2862152990760589930</id><published>2007-10-10T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:16:52.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good hair day'/><title type='text'>Good Hair Day</title><content type='html'>Hey America!  How are you?  You look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured, I look good too.  Very good.  Amazingly good.  I'm having a very good hair day, that's why.  It's a shame that not everybody gets to have a hair day like the hair day I'm having.  If they did, there would surely be no wars, no hatred.  And like all great things, my hair is being misinterpreted.  Instead of inspiring people, even my very own friends and coworkers are growing tired of my enthusiasm about my very very good hair day.  I'd say this was the second best hair day I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing well America, despite the lack of blogging.  I'm quite busy.  Ever since my boss left town and got a job in the real world, I've come to realize that I have more advisors than ever.  As of the last count, I have four professors who have a legitimate claim to being able to tell me what to do.  I'd say probably two of the four are happy at any given moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm preparing for a trip next week.  For 6 days, I'll be in sunny Mallorca, in the Spanish Islands, living it up, running down the nude beaches, enjoying my free food and vitamins, hob-nobbing with celebrity computational neuroscientists from around the globe.  All the big names in mathematical biology will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been running well, and I'm proud to say I've run every mile prescribed to me in the Hansons' Marathon Training Program that I introduced to you &lt;a href="http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/09/procrastinators-its-time.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Maybe not always on the day prescribed, but soon thereafter, and every lazy morning was rectified by an evening run, sometimes late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've followed the old four-stage pattern that I encountered again and again during my six month running streak last year.  First, when increasing mileage, everything goes well, and enthusiasm carries me through one week easily.  The second week hurts as the increased workload begins to take it's toll.  The third week is better, and the fourth week feels too easy.  That's where I am now, feeling fit enough for the schedule, at least for this week.  Next week, things take quite a jump in mileage and speedwork.  I'm a little nervous about it all, but I expect the enthusiasm of the mileage bump, along with all the running on the nude beaches to carry me through to the second week at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm incubating my cells in some calcium indicator, so I have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comb your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-2862152990760589930?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/2862152990760589930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=2862152990760589930&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/2862152990760589930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/2862152990760589930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-hair-day.html' title='Good Hair Day'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-6995116164041865892</id><published>2007-09-30T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T11:19:45.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2:04:26</title><content type='html'>Haile Gebrselassie breaks marathon world record in Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/chronicle/5175999.html"&gt;Read the full story here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a feeling he would do it. He's so determined. He's determined to win the gold medal in the marathon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on like Haile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-6995116164041865892?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/6995116164041865892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=6995116164041865892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/6995116164041865892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/6995116164041865892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/09/20426.html' title='2:04:26'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-1274247575258209072</id><published>2007-09-28T13:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:50:38.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith.Kelleher has sent you a Google Gadget</title><content type='html'>Hello! Your friend has created a Google Gadget entitled &lt;strong&gt;The Daily Keith&lt;/strong&gt;, and he or she would like to share it with you via iGoogle, your personalized version of the Google homepage. Your friend's gadget may change from one day to the next, so visit your iGoogle page daily to see what's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's your friend's message to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/ig/adde?moduletitle=The+Daily+Keith&amp;amp;moduleurl=http://www.google.com/ig/shared%3Fuid%3D102096590135726022376%26mid%3D11%26url%3Dgm_dailyme.xml&amp;amp;source=igm1"&gt;Add your friend's gadget to iGoogle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-1274247575258209072?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/1274247575258209072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=1274247575258209072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/1274247575258209072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/1274247575258209072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/09/keithkellehergmailcom-has-sent-you_28.html' title='Keith.Kelleher has sent you a Google Gadget'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-3394867192162745003</id><published>2007-09-28T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:50:53.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith.Kelleher has sent you a Google Gadget</title><content type='html'>Hello! Your friend has created a Google Gadget entitled &lt;strong&gt;Houston Marathon Countdown&lt;/strong&gt;, and he or she would like to share it with you via iGoogle, your personalized version of the Google homepage. Your friend's gadget may change from one day to the next, so visit your iGoogle page daily to see what's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/ig/adde?moduletitle=Houston+Marathon&amp;amp;moduleurl=http://www.google.com/ig/shared%3Fuid%3D102096590135726022376%26mid%3D42%26url%3Dgm_countdown.xml&amp;amp;source=igm"&gt;Add your friend's gadget to iGoogle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-3394867192162745003?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/3394867192162745003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=3394867192162745003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/3394867192162745003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/3394867192162745003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/09/keithkellehergmailcom-has-sent-you.html' title='Keith.Kelleher has sent you a Google Gadget'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-6614027320578931728</id><published>2007-09-28T10:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T10:21:41.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Registration.</title><content type='html'>i'm interrupting my workday to remind you that if you haven't registered for the marathon, you should probably do it this weekend or even today.  It's at 93% capacity already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I registered for the full yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-6614027320578931728?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/6614027320578931728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=6614027320578931728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/6614027320578931728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/6614027320578931728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/09/registration.html' title='Registration.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-5497095243355014868</id><published>2007-09-18T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:23:42.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>building base</title><content type='html'>hey bloggers, how are you?  you look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scheduled for 3 miles Saturday and 4 miles Sunday and I ran zero miles both days.  It was Claudia's birthday so we took an impromptu trip to San Antonio and San Marcos.  We spent a couple days paddling on the San Marcos river and eating fine foods on the San Antonio Riverwalk.  &lt;a href="http://www.palomariverwalk.com/"&gt;Paloma&lt;/a&gt; made me an excellent New York Strip steak.  Some mariachi played Malagueña Salerosa for us the next day at Michelino's.  It was a very nice weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have some catching up to do on my schedule.  Some people say you shouldn't try to catch up but should just pick up where the schedule is, but I think I'll try to catch up anyway.  I ran the four miler on my off day yesterday (Monday) and felt okay.  I think it's getting cooler.  If I feel okay I'll pick up the other three lost miles on tomorrow's off day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, keep in touch.  &lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-5497095243355014868?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/5497095243355014868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=5497095243355014868&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/5497095243355014868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/5497095243355014868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/09/building-base.html' title='building base'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-7452376585367114423</id><published>2007-09-10T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:24:47.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastinators, it's time!</title><content type='html'>Dear bears, and chickens, and things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Houston! Is Marathon! Is Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were procrastinating like me, I think it's safe to say that your free time is up. If you were thinking you were going to run in the Houston Marathon, or Half Marathon this year, it's now four months away and the hobbyjogging needs to get focused into something more disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this revelation about a week ago and started planning and looking at some schedules (and running more often of course) and it seems the marathon bug has made a complete recovery. One clue to that is that I'm reading about plans and blogging about running right now, and it's like 1AM in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran four times this week, which is the most for a couple months, and the cobwebs are becoming loosened and things are starting to float along like its supposed to. I've decided to try a new type of training plan, from the Hanson running group in Michigan. You can find it on their site : &lt;a href="http://hansons-running.com/"&gt;http://hansons-running.com/&lt;/a&gt; or you can just look below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RuTjfOBfg8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/hMIouNGj6_c/s1600-h/Schedule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108458002824790978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RuTjfOBfg8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/hMIouNGj6_c/s320/Schedule.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there's a lack of long long runs, with nothing over 16 miles, but looking at it, it doesn't seem like that makes it an easy plan. The Hanson guys say that physiologically there's nothing magical about the 20 miler, and you can improve the same way with intelligent strength and tempo training. We'll see. It's quite different than the approach I took last year, which was to run more and more, lots of easy miles, running everyday, if you recall, for over 6 months. At the end, I ran what I thought to be a very nice 4:17 marathon. So I plan a lot more 'quality' work this time. But this schedule also gets up to about 50 miles a week, so while there's no 20 miler, there's still a lot of miles, so it's not a clean quality v. quantity experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm excited about it, and it's nice to have that back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-7452376585367114423?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/7452376585367114423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=7452376585367114423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/7452376585367114423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/7452376585367114423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/09/procrastinators-its-time.html' title='procrastinators, it&apos;s time!'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RuTjfOBfg8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/hMIouNGj6_c/s72-c/Schedule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-1558983898947377915</id><published>2007-08-27T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T13:40:15.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>badumpa da da, dadumpa da da da da</title><content type='html'>Hey America, how are you?  You look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating that much, b/c I've been quite busy.  I don't even have time to write out the "b/c" I have to abbreviate it, that's how busy I am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been moving, or I've moved actually, everything is complete, there remains only a  few stray boxes of miscellaneous junk that has no place that needs to be recategorized.  The only idea I have for that so far is to pile it all in the corner and put a blanket over it.  So now I live in the Medical Center, in the heart of Condoland.  I'll post some pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, Claudia and I caught Pulp Fiction at the midnight movie on Friday, so that was cool and the Theater District Open House was yesterday and that was very nice too.  We saw the symphony and a scene from the Marriage of Figaro and some Colombian dancers and got some cookies and some cheescake from Artista, all for free, so that was cool.  Oh yeah, and we saw the projection booth at the Angelika and the guy gave us all a foot or so of actual film from the Harry Porter movie.  And I asked the guy if it was still a problem for the film to catch fire and he seemed to not know what I was talking about, so I guess he didn't see Cinema Paradiso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been running a little.  Not as much as someone who's supposed to be marathon training, but once in a while there is enough time and energy for a run.  The longest was about 6 miles around the new place.  There is some good running in the new area, so that's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with the moving is how much money gets spent without really paying much attention to it.  And with a frightful look at my bank account I decided that I would challenge myself this week to spend as little as possible.  I had a twenty dollar bill at the time, so I decided to spend no more than that 20$ bill until payday on Friday.  Claudia is taking the same challenge.  Somehow though, we decided yesterday that 7$ on a giant burrito from Chipotle was a good idea, so it was almost half gone in the first day.  It was worth it though, I loves me my giant burritos.  With the burrito and some necessities from the grocery store I've got 8.62 + 1.71 that Claudia owes me so thats...  $10.33 remaining.  There's a 6$ monday special at the pizza place around the corner, and Tuesday is chicken day, with .89$ chicken at Popeye's, so if I split those with Claudita I can get by for two days on about 5$ and then I'll have to come up with something else for the next three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come...&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-1558983898947377915?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/1558983898947377915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=1558983898947377915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/1558983898947377915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/1558983898947377915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/08/badumpa-da-da-dadumpa-da-da-da-da.html' title='badumpa da da, dadumpa da da da da'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-332108626459695782</id><published>2007-08-15T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:24:50.135-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frogs'/><title type='text'>Tank # 2</title><content type='html'>Hi America,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened with the frogs, and how they're all gone now.  I think they are tree frogs, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gray_tree_frog"&gt;gray tree frogs&lt;/a&gt;, I think, which makes them quite a handful.  They can climb straight up the sides of things.  This is one we named &lt;em&gt;sticky.&lt;/em&gt;  He is something of a pioneer.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqezDOf0JJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eO4GEGN1E9U/s1600-h/point5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqezDOf0JJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eO4GEGN1E9U/s320/point5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091234771778151570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are also capable of climbing straight up the sides of the glass fish tank.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rqeyk-f0JII/AAAAAAAAAG0/LhK4scdT3i4/s1600-h/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rqeyk-f0JII/AAAAAAAAAG0/LhK4scdT3i4/s320/one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091234252087108738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we prepared a second tank, designed for animals which are primarily terrestrial.  Here you can see the flowerpot, with an assortment of plants, a food dish, and a bridge made of skeleton bones.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rqeyg-f0JHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TSWMi068w5A/s1600-h/two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rqeyg-f0JHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TSWMi068w5A/s320/two.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091234183367631986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried feeding them bloodworms, which one website says they like, but I don't think they ever ate any of them.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqeydOf0JGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/58n7zvhRMdI/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqeydOf0JGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/58n7zvhRMdI/s320/three.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091234118943122530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they had a nice home, I think, with plenty of things to climb on.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqeyWuf0JFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_8XGSlulqWM/s1600-h/four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqeyWuf0JFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_8XGSlulqWM/s320/four.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091234007273972818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some nice props for some exciting roleplaying games to invent.  This could be &lt;em&gt;the bridge to hell&lt;/em&gt; for example.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqeyTOf0JEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nO7XAHu9Nc0/s1600-h/five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqeyTOf0JEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nO7XAHu9Nc0/s320/five.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091233947144430658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We borrowed some &lt;em&gt;drosophila melanogaster&lt;/em&gt; from one of the labs to see if our babies would be interested in them.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqeyQef0JDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qo-Sb0pl1Uw/s1600-h/six.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqeyQef0JDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qo-Sb0pl1Uw/s320/six.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091233899899790386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were interested.  &lt;em&gt;Very&lt;/em&gt; interested.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqeyN-f0JCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ddQafDRpXO0/s1600-h/seven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqeyN-f0JCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ddQafDRpXO0/s320/seven.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091233856950117410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some video footage of this particular encounter.  &lt;a href="http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-never-been-so-proud.html"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqeyKuf0JBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/N2K3RNRpxMc/s1600-h/eight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqeyKuf0JBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/N2K3RNRpxMc/s320/eight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091233801115542546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were too many frogs.  Somehow, we started with 59 tadpoles, which we counted very carefully when switching tanks the first time, but then switching the grown frogs from the tadpole tank to the frog tank, there were 63!  We always planned to set most of them free, so we did.  We took all but four with their flowerpot to the Burke-Crenshaw park, by my house.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqeyHuf0JAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/AnKNve-gzRY/s1600-h/nine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqeyHuf0JAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/AnKNve-gzRY/s320/nine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091233749575934978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they're probably doing okay, there seemed to be tons of life around that spot.  Hopefully they're doing some major damage to the fireant population that I encountered while I was there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-332108626459695782?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/332108626459695782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=332108626459695782&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/332108626459695782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/332108626459695782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/07/tank-2.html' title='Tank # 2'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqezDOf0JJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eO4GEGN1E9U/s72-c/point5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-613601506354926704</id><published>2007-07-25T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T11:27:27.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've never been so proud.</title><content type='html'>We got them some drosophila from one of the labs at UH.  This is their first real meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i6TreOE0Euw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i6TreOE0Euw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hDZUFgrGDIw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hDZUFgrGDIw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on!&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-613601506354926704?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/613601506354926704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=613601506354926704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/613601506354926704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/613601506354926704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-never-been-so-proud.html' title='I&apos;ve never been so proud.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-3634330848284780860</id><published>2007-07-20T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:24:51.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogs!</title><content type='html'>Our tadpoles have been busy.  Growing legs, then arms, then losing their tail and all.  Here's what they looked like a couple weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEbJYrUdjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3oT5eS0zK40/s1600-h/pole1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEbJYrUdjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3oT5eS0zK40/s320/pole1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089378901962290738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them were starting to grow their back legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEbYorUdoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TneMNbWVw2Y/s1600-h/poles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEbYorUdoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TneMNbWVw2Y/s320/poles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089379163955295874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their transition to froghood seems to happen by shrinking away the extra stuff, rather than growing legs and arms.  Here's one that is in the awkward phase between poledom and frogdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEbVorUdnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hJKiSJaxUnM/s1600-h/polelet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEbVorUdnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hJKiSJaxUnM/s320/polelet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089379112415688306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they reach this stage, with nicely shaped arms and legs, there tail gets absorbed and they become little frogs.  It takes less than a day from this point.  They're also very awkward looking at this stage.  Especially when they try to swim.  Their arms and legs are flailing around and their shrinking tail is getting less and less effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEbSYrUdmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/54IGWZn-4Tg/s1600-h/froglet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEbSYrUdmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/54IGWZn-4Tg/s320/froglet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089379056581113442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, they all seem to come to the conclusion that it would be easier if they just get out of the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEbPorUdlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bmy1gkttOec/s1600-h/frogside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEbPorUdlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bmy1gkttOec/s320/frogside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089379009336473170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem to rest for a day and do nothing but recover.  Then they are able to swim around like frogs, kicking their powerful backlegs like a frog is supposed to.  And they hop of course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEbMIrUdkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iNGbR2Ajh3I/s1600-h/frogfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEbMIrUdkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iNGbR2Ajh3I/s320/frogfront.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089378949206931010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they also realize that not only can they walk and hop, but they can climb the glass wall of the aquarium.  We had to seperate them into a tadpole tank and a frog tank that is covered on the top.  They're getting to the point where we are trying to figure out where to leave them.  Conventional wisdom says to bring them back to the pond they came from, but the tire-track puddle doesn't seem to be a very good option, especially because somebody else drove through it again the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-3634330848284780860?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/3634330848284780860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=3634330848284780860&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/3634330848284780860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/3634330848284780860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/07/frogs.html' title='Frogs!'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEbJYrUdjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3oT5eS0zK40/s72-c/pole1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-8599096484066956439</id><published>2007-07-17T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:24:52.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last weekend.</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, Claudia and I decided to tie the bikes on to the back of the car and head down to G-town for a nice little tour of the seawall.  We really intended to work out that day, I swear.  Instead, we left the bikes tied to the car and headed to Schlitterbahn instead.  The weather was beautiful and cooler than it's supposed to be in July so it seemed pretty fortuitous to be on the way to Galveston already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3:00PM it's only 23$ and there's plenty of time to get completely tired of the waterslides so it's not a bad deal.  They have many types of slides of all possible speeds.  These are two of the slower ones, where you go down in a bigger boat-thing that fits four people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqET_IrUdeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sXHZB9DL27U/s1600-h/shlitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqET_IrUdeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sXHZB9DL27U/s320/shlitter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089371029287237090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of walking around all day from slide to slide, they have a bayou system that floats you around everywhere so there's very little walking to tire you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEUT4rUdfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lFaagR_MHW4/s1600-h/gettingaround.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEUT4rUdfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lFaagR_MHW4/s320/gettingaround.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089371385769522674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have something called boogiebahn, where you get on a boogieboard and try to stay in the half-pipe thing where they have tons of water streaming by.  It's tough to try to stay on and to try to stay in the wave without getting shot back over the back end.  It's fun though.  I stayed on a little while and then got a little too close to the side and then I have no idea what happened but I was off the side and the boogie board was back up on the starting ramp.  (That picture's just some random kid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEUm4rUdgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/k_Fk_03s38E/s1600-h/somekid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEUm4rUdgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/k_Fk_03s38E/s320/somekid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089371712187037186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun.  Here's some more pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEVg4rUdiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/o-7gaxPGtOM/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEVg4rUdiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/o-7gaxPGtOM/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089372708619449890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEVeYrUdhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Sl3g0blj6oE/s1600-h/babygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqEVeYrUdhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Sl3g0blj6oE/s320/babygirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089372665669776914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day and and the bicycles took a nice hundred mile drive for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-8599096484066956439?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/8599096484066956439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=8599096484066956439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8599096484066956439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8599096484066956439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-weekend.html' title='Last weekend.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RqET_IrUdeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sXHZB9DL27U/s72-c/shlitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-6382531317500191932</id><published>2007-07-10T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:24:53.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tadpoles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a puddle of water, made by somebody driving off the sidewalk on the university campus, and there's a frog that thinks that's a good place for her eggs.  We saw a thousand or so tadpoles there a couple months ago and decided to raise them - surely we could provide a better home than a dirty slimey puddle.  So we collected about 5 or 6 and brought them home.  If you ever try this, make sure you get your tap water and let it sit for a couple days first, so that all the dissolved chlorine comes out because our first crack at tadpole raising was a complete failure and they all died by the next morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were right about one thing though, the roadside puddle isn't much better.  A couple days later it rained and the puddle overflowed and most of the other tadpoles got stuck out on the sidewalk when the water level dropped.  A few days after that, the rest of them were dead for no obvious reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then with the rains a couple weeks ago, there came more tadpoles to the same roadside puddle, so we decided to try again, being much better read about tadpoles and how to keep them alive.  Here's a &lt;a href="http://allaboutfrogs.org/info/tadpoles/"&gt;reference&lt;/a&gt;, if you're ever inclined to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics.  They're horribly cute, and horribly entertaining.  I can watch them for hours.  There is some anxiety of course, since the first batch all died, and sometimes they do stupid things like get themselves trapped in the rocks, and when I spend twenty minutes trying to gently-gently move rocks to get him out and he goes right back in there 30 seconds after he's freed.  Otherwise they're adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RpRWWAn0xfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9ZWCes3mVyM/s1600-h/poles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RpRWWAn0xfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9ZWCes3mVyM/s320/poles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085784815332279794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RpRZYwn0xjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9OI8igtii4c/s1600-h/morepoles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RpRZYwn0xjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9OI8igtii4c/s320/morepoles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085788161111803442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are starting to get their back legs.  There's one that's more advanced than the others, but not by much.  His name is Leggie because he has legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RpRWhgn0xgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eLYHTDLDLsU/s1600-h/leggy-closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RpRWhgn0xgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eLYHTDLDLsU/s320/leggy-closeup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085785012900775426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you stick your finger in the water they will cling to you and start nibbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RpRW3Qn0xhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/inDsH9QVZ84/s1600-h/myfinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RpRW3Qn0xhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/inDsH9QVZ84/s320/myfinger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085785386562930194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since their tank is just a wee bit cramped, they're about to get introduced to their brand new pimped out crib.  I know!  Just as soon as the chlorine dissipates and the plants bump up the oxygen level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RpRXNQn0xiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dHedJ7xwWhM/s1600-h/pimped-crib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RpRXNQn0xiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dHedJ7xwWhM/s320/pimped-crib.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085785764520052258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on my chickieweemonkies!&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-6382531317500191932?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/6382531317500191932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=6382531317500191932&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/6382531317500191932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/6382531317500191932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/07/tadpoles-theres-puddle-of-water-made-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RpRWWAn0xfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9ZWCes3mVyM/s72-c/poles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-339405529447617374</id><published>2007-07-07T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:33:12.826-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a movie called &lt;a href="http://oncethemovie.com/"&gt;Once&lt;/a&gt; playing at the Landmark in River Oaks. It's very good. The music is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6hsdq4Betk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-339405529447617374?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/339405529447617374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=339405529447617374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/339405529447617374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/339405529447617374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/07/theres-movie-called-once-playing-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-5178837005336719849</id><published>2007-07-06T11:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:24:56.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>Hey Bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't posted too much recently, but I have been quite busy.  Here's a photo-recap of some of the things I've been up to.  First of all, I got a nice digital camera, which makes uploading photos easy, so there should be more pictures in the future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom came to town, and Claudia and I hung out with her for a few days.  Here we are by that thing on Memorial.  The dog belonged to the guy who took the picture.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro509Qn0xSI/AAAAAAAAACM/dh8_EyORmGs/s1600-h/mom%2Bclaudia%2Bkeith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro509Qn0xSI/AAAAAAAAACM/dh8_EyORmGs/s320/mom%2Bclaudia%2Bkeith.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084129625130714402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the bats emerge from the Waugh street bridge, and we also went to the downtown aquarium.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro519Qn0xeI/AAAAAAAAADs/HWNTuJwaYFg/s1600-h/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro519Qn0xeI/AAAAAAAAADs/HWNTuJwaYFg/s320/fish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084130724642342370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some kind of a crazy salamander.  It has gills and legs at the same time.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro513Qn0xdI/AAAAAAAAADk/Cy96UKLblg4/s1600-h/salamander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro513Qn0xdI/AAAAAAAAADk/Cy96UKLblg4/s320/salamander.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084130621563127250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were little shrimp that will swim up to your hand and clean your fingers if you don't freak out like I did.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro510gn0xcI/AAAAAAAAADc/OX47QNtzWb8/s1600-h/shrimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro510gn0xcI/AAAAAAAAADc/OX47QNtzWb8/s320/shrimp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084130574318486978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks later, Claudia and I went to the zoo on free-day.  It wasn't that crowded because it was pouring rain most of the time.  This is a lion.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro51xAn0xbI/AAAAAAAAADU/vRXUaFcMXTM/s1600-h/tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro51xAn0xbI/AAAAAAAAADU/vRXUaFcMXTM/s320/tiger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084130514188944818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget what this was but somebody shaved it.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro51tgn0xaI/AAAAAAAAADM/1Zq7_xYswyk/s1600-h/naked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro51tgn0xaI/AAAAAAAAADM/1Zq7_xYswyk/s320/naked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084130454059402658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took some time to play a round of golf with some comically large golf clubs.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro51iAn0xYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j75WZGUXhXs/s1600-h/golf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro51iAn0xYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/j75WZGUXhXs/s320/golf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084130256490907010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro51fgn0xXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Mjaov4bBZaw/s1600-h/golf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro51fgn0xXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Mjaov4bBZaw/s320/golf2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084130213541234034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armand Bayou Nature Center has tons of animals, 95% of which are gigantic spiders.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro51kwn0xZI/AAAAAAAAADE/i7Lusb8VylU/s1600-h/spider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro51kwn0xZI/AAAAAAAAADE/i7Lusb8VylU/s320/spider.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084130303735547282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dog-sat for my boss.  A delightful little whippet and a sizeable greyhound.  They look so much like my beloved five-dog and their mannerisms are identical.  It was nice.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro51aQn0xWI/AAAAAAAAACs/Gnky0B-iwwY/s1600-h/dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro51aQn0xWI/AAAAAAAAACs/Gnky0B-iwwY/s320/dogs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084130123346920802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a birthday.  I'm 31 years old now.  I celebrated at Churrascos.  I had the salmon, Claudi had the churrasco.  Then cheesecake at The Cheesecake Factory.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro51WAn0xVI/AAAAAAAAACk/wymcdLg_pH4/s1600-h/churrascos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro51WAn0xVI/AAAAAAAAACk/wymcdLg_pH4/s320/churrascos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084130050332476754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some flautas that I'm kindof proud of.  It was Emeril's recipe and it took quite a lot of work.  But they were very good.  Lunch today will be the last of the leftovers.  It's a little sad to see them go.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro51SQn0xUI/AAAAAAAAACc/EaG1n7XeXs8/s1600-h/flautas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro51SQn0xUI/AAAAAAAAACc/EaG1n7XeXs8/s320/flautas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084129985907967298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not everything.  There are 45-50 new additions to the family.  Stay tuned for some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-5178837005336719849?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/5178837005336719849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=5178837005336719849&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/5178837005336719849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/5178837005336719849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Ro509Qn0xSI/AAAAAAAAACM/dh8_EyORmGs/s72-c/mom%2Bclaudia%2Bkeith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-568533407063078021</id><published>2007-07-04T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T16:31:14.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Freedom and Democracy.</title><content type='html'>Two hundred and thirty-one years ago, our forefathers along with Ben Franklin, and Thomas Jefferson, Henry Ford, and George Washington had an idea.  It was a simple idea, that people should be able to decide who their leaders are and they should also be able to be different if they wanted to be different.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we can celebrate the birth of freedom.  the birth of democracy.  and the birth of the modern world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run an extra mile if you love freedom!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on America!&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; " src="http://www.mcadamslaw.com/images/govern_american_freedom_legalities_v00011803.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-568533407063078021?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/568533407063078021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=568533407063078021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/568533407063078021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/568533407063078021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-freedom-and-democracy.html' title='Happy Birthday Freedom and Democracy.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-2719115957126276612</id><published>2007-06-19T11:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:23:03.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Honeybees!</title><content type='html'>Okay, judging by the responses, I take it most people &lt;em&gt;would not&lt;/em&gt; watch the movie about the alternate universe filled with really boring things and people.  How about a movie thats sort of a documentary about a bunch of people like you and me who get together and stage an alien invasion hoax and its a documentary which means we really do stage the hoax and all the people think its real and then the movie comes out to tell them how they're all idiots.  Would you watch that one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, did I run since Saturday?  I don't think so.  I've been quite busy looking for a place to live near the Medical Center.  I live way out in Pasadena now because it is a relatively cheap place to live, especially since I owned a 90 lb dog and to rent a place that accepts such a large animal near the med center is very expensive.  As you may know, last year, my poor babyboy passed away, so now it's back to the med center, where I can probably save a little money on gas and whatnots when all is said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I volunteered to be a guinea pig in a bird flu study.  So that should be fun.  Fun spending my four hundred bucks anyway!  All I have to do is, get injected by an experimental vaccine, which may or may not give me the birdflu, write down my thoughts and feelings for a couple weeks, then go back for some blood drawings, and then I think another vaccine, and then some more free form writing of my emotions, and then some more blood drawings and then a five month follow-up.  And they give me four huneybees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..  What else would I do for four hunnneybees?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me an offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-2719115957126276612?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/2719115957126276612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=2719115957126276612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/2719115957126276612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/2719115957126276612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/06/four-honeybees.html' title='Four Honeybees!'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-8392871013844274229</id><published>2007-06-17T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T00:28:38.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you watch this movie?</title><content type='html'>Hi bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypothetically speaking, if I wrote a screenplay about a physics student who figured out how to open a portal to an alternate reality, and then when he goes there, it turns out that everything there is really really boring, and then he goes back and appreciates his own life or something, but then when the people there find out that our reality is much more exciting then they go crazy and chase him around a lot and try to steal the antimatter generator and it turns really exciting, and then maybe they realize that there's too much excitement already and they stop and then everythings okay, anyway, would you watch it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how is everything with you?  I see from your blogs that things are pretty exciting.  Several of you are going to run the NYCM.  Some of you are living it up in Japan.  All pretty exciting stuff.  Mine too.  A few weeks ago, my advisor figured out that science in academics sucks and decided to live like the jet-set in sunny California.  So I kindof started a new job.  I get to try to finish up my PhD at a school in the Med Center, while still technically a student at UH.  The good part is that the equipment I'll be using is practically the greatest microscope ever created.  Furthermore, students in the lab I'm in actually graduate.  Sometimes it seems that nobody at UH actually graduates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else...  Still running, I guess it's been a while since the last update.  It has been difficult.  Motivation is somewhat low, and energy is on the floor.  I ran Monday and Tuesday this week, and 6 miles this morning.  So, back to the old slumpbusting routine - short mileage, running everyday, breathing the fresh air, etc.  Motivation follows action, not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll update more tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Sleepy time.&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-8392871013844274229?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/8392871013844274229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=8392871013844274229&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8392871013844274229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8392871013844274229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/06/would-you-watch-this-movie.html' title='Would you watch this movie?'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-7163134688561180199</id><published>2007-06-04T14:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:16:19.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you an "old school" runner?</title><content type='html'>Hey bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy &lt;a href="http://crosstraintherunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;J-money&lt;/a&gt; linked to &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/31/fashion/31FITNESS.html?ex=1338350400&amp;en=ab7a1c2b2378557a&amp;ei=5124&amp;partner=permalink&amp;exprod=permalink"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; in the New York Times about Modern Day Marathoners.  Now, people run with less mileage, sometimes as little as possible.  Many people opt for the "marathon survival plan" with one 16 miler, one 18 miler, and one 21 miler, with some junk miles here and there.  And sometimes they voluntarily take walking breaks early in the race, before they have walking breaks thrust upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe I'm a little old school on these issues.  I don't like walk-breaks, and the goal for me is to be fit enough to run the whole way.  But that seems to be the double standard: I'm not allowed to walk, but if you want to walk during the marathon, or even walk the whole way, I still think you're doing a great thing.  What a hypocrite I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even think it's okay for me to run if I'm a little bit injured.  Minor injuries seem to work themselves out with a little bit of running.  But for other people, I find myself advising against it, citing my 6 marathons of experience.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, maybe I'm somewhere in the middle of the old school runner and the modern marathoner.  A lot of people who think of themselves as an "old school runner" think that the people who take the walk breaks shouldn't even be out there, and should just run 5Ks or a distance that they're in shape for.  Many of those "old school" runners rub me the wrong way.  Those folks that write us slow people off as lazy and weak are out there too, calling themselves "old school."  They don't bother me too much, they're just one of my obstacles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway bloggers, like it says in the song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you want to be me, be me&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be you, be you&lt;br /&gt;There's a million things to do&lt;br /&gt;yeah you know that there are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to live high, live high&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to live low, live low&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's a million ways to go&lt;br /&gt;You know that there are&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on blogosphere!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-7163134688561180199?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/7163134688561180199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=7163134688561180199&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/7163134688561180199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/7163134688561180199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-you-old-school-runner.html' title='Are you an &quot;old school&quot; runner?'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-3953802892242345823</id><published>2007-06-03T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T15:30:42.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd place at the CLFC prediction run</title><content type='html'>I ran the &lt;a href="http://www.clfitnessclub.org" target="_blank"&gt;CLFC&lt;/a&gt; prediction run this morning and I wanted to win it sooo bad.  My fastest times are always more predictable than an average time, so I picked 51:00, which corresponds to 8:30 m/m.  And most of the time on my standard training runs, I don't even wear my watch, so who knows how fast I'm going.  At the end, I finished at 50:37.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out with the rabbits, running with Jason and Theresa and Kevin and Coach Peter.  When I'm racing and they're just training, is probably the only time I'll be running with those peeps.  Also, I overheard that Peter also predicted 51 minutes, and he trains a lot more than me, so I figured he'd know his pace pretty well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us run those trails frequently so we know where the mile splits are, and Jason called out what he though our pace was, and he was being so accurate, saying 7:59 and 7:55, so I thought he must be right.  On the other hand, Peter said later that he wasn't sure if he was joking or not.  The group broke up at Pine Gully Park since nobody really knew the exact route to take and everybody wanted to go a different direction.  I stayed with Peter since he was running the route which I always counted as the 6 mile route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I ran a positive split, and it felt like I was fading in mile 4 and 5.  Peter dropped back to offer encouragement to somebody and caught up to me with about a mile left.  Coming into the end, I felt like we were a little on the slow side of 51:00 so I tried my best to pass Peter so I'd be slightly closer to 51:00 than he was.  He knew I was racing him since he didn't let me go.  I think he had a lot left in the tank.  In the end, we were a little fast and since he was faster, I was closer to 51:00 and got third place!  Whoo hoo!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no visible timing methods, Jim and Hung ran within 13 seconds of their prediction time, and all three of us got a 25$ giftcard to &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.therunnerslink.com/"&gt;the Runner's Link&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-3953802892242345823?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/3953802892242345823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=3953802892242345823&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/3953802892242345823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/3953802892242345823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/06/3rd-place-at-clfc-prediction-run.html' title='3rd place at the CLFC prediction run'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-1114518318647964431</id><published>2007-05-31T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:06:11.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quigley Down Under!</title><content type='html'>Hi America!  Long time no see, how come you never call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't do the Astro's Race afterall.  I heard the alarm but some part of me just wanted to listen to the pretty music and not wake up.  I didn't get much sleep since I was at the midnight movie the night before.  Initially the plan was to see the midnight showing of "Shaun of the Dead" and then hang out at a coffee shop or an all night restaurant and burn the candle at both ends and run the Astros Race and then crash for 10 hours.  But at some point, I think around 3:00 AM, we decided that that was stupid.  But Shaun of the Dead is great, you should see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there seems to be several good movies at the midnight show coming up at the Landmark River Oaks.  Like Evil Dead 2, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and A Clockwork Orange.  And it seems their showing of Rocky Horror comes with a live cast to perform everything in synchrony.  Might be interesting anyway.  Also, rest assured that the high school counter culture is alive and well, they congregate at the midnight movie.  There is definitely a specific phenotype of people there, all wierd in a rather similar way.  :)  Except one girl behind us, who when the guy was talking to the crowd before the show and asked everyone "what movies would you like to see at the midnight show?"  she kept yelling "Quigley Down Under!" "Quigley Down Under!"  and I was all, "Isn't that that movie with Tom Selleck in Australia?"  Anyway, it seemed like a strange movie for a cult following.  I haven't seen it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... what else...  I also didn't run this weekend.  Not so much from laziness, but from business.  I have run this week, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.  I'd like to start another streak.  I think I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.clfitnessclub.org/index.php" target="_blank"&gt;CLFC&lt;/a&gt; prediction run is this weekend.  6 miles, I predict to run them in 51:00.  That's faster than a typical training run for me, but I think I can predict a faster run better than some kind of average steady pace run.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, blogosphere, I pulled some strings for you.  Because of me, you and your children are welcome at the Kids' run.  From the club website it might look like that invite is for every child in the world, but be assured, between the lines, it is specifically addressed to YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, gotta run.  Literally, since I already mentioned that I ran on Thursday, I have to make sure that's not a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-1114518318647964431?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/1114518318647964431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=1114518318647964431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/1114518318647964431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/1114518318647964431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/05/quigley-down-under.html' title='Quigley Down Under!'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-5892725486110757547</id><published>2007-05-24T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:42:05.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crock Pot!</title><content type='html'>Hi America, How are you?  You look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has the running been?  It's been okay for me.  I ran 9 on Saturday, and I was actually quite tired.  And 4 miles more on Wednesday.  I guess that's not a whole lot of running though.  This must be a pretty disappointing blog.  :(  You must hate me.  :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be running the Astro's Race this weekend.  I'm not sure how I'll get my long run in then, but anyways, it should be fun.  I guess I'll do it on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is wandering a little.  I must be hungry.  And you know, right now, at my house, my crock pot is preparing my food for me.  I think that's the greatest thing ever.  Not only is it delicious, but it's ready the second I get home.  The only problem is the rate I drive is increased, and my mind wanders a bit throughout the day.  Oh, crock pot, how I love you.  And every once in a while, while I'm eating the delicious crock pot stuff, there's a chunk of undissolved bouillon cube and "Aaaiieieeeeieeey!" and I cry a little.  I can't decide if I love undissolved bouillon or hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-5892725486110757547?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/5892725486110757547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=5892725486110757547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/5892725486110757547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/5892725486110757547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/05/crock-pot.html' title='Crock Pot!'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-6055899237584511486</id><published>2007-05-17T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T09:40:46.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>where's my umbrella?</title><content type='html'>Tuesday brought me back to the little indoor track at school for 14 laps.  I've been running the last 1.5 laps or so without my shoes.  I'm under the impression that it's good for my form, and also for strengthening my feets.  It's gotten easier than it was at first, except for the blisters, I still get blisters.  But the running is easier, I think I'll increase to two laps now.  Eventually, maybe I'll run the last mile withouts me choos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was on the Kemah Bridge, running with some peeps from the club.  Bravo-Zulu to Ed and Peter and David and Terry and her friend and the other woman who may or may not be Irma, and also to me.  I've got to set the alarm clock for 4:00 to get out there by 5 and get done by 6 to be at work on time, and I've made it there 3 out of the last 4 weeks.  Good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably have some time to hit the pool this evening.  I swam on Sunday, or was it Monday?  Did I blog that?  If I didn't blog it, did it really happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, gotta work now.&lt;br /&gt;Keith out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-6055899237584511486?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/6055899237584511486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=6055899237584511486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/6055899237584511486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/6055899237584511486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/05/wheres-my-umbrella.html' title='where&apos;s my umbrella?'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-8111300855307231865</id><published>2007-05-12T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:13:55.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's cooler than me.</title><content type='html'>There are cool people everywhere.  Everybody cooler than me.  Go to the gym, the ultracool are there.  At the rock wall, they're even cooler.  At the bike shop, cooler than cool.  Name one person that's not cooler than me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia and I were ice skating last night, and the cool people were there, seeing how fast they can go, weaving in and out of the beginners, freaking us out.  We had dinner at the Grand Lux Cafe, and the ice cold peeps were there too.  Everybody except our waiter, he was funny, he kept apologizing for the food, which was great.  He warned us beforehand that the petite filet really was petite, and that my burger was going to have mushrooms, which I knew from reading the menu.  And then he apologized that the molten chocolate cake wasn't as molten as it usually is.  Everything seemed excellent to me, I wouldn't have guessed that it was all crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got up early to run, hoping to reach 10 miles.  It's been a few weeks since I've run that long, and the mental barriers have returned already.  But apparently I'm fit enough for a ten miler, since I didn't have much trouble.  The only problem was the giant burger with the mushrooms from the night before, which made me keep my pace easy, or I'd start feeling sick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we took our bikes into Houston and parked by Shepard and Memorial.  We rode down Buffalo Bayou, and parts of it were very muddy.  We passed another rider that warned us about some mud up ahead which he had obviously fallen into.  And apparently Claudia doesn't have any fear of mud, so we went right through it.  We rode our mud covered bikes to Jones Hall and bought tickets for &lt;a href="http://www.houstonsymphony.org/ticket/production.aspx?id=874&amp;src=t"&gt;Joshua Bell's performance&lt;/a&gt; tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back we rode along Allen Parkway and saw all the cool peeps with their cool artcars in the Artcar parade.  It was a cool day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, be cool America.&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-8111300855307231865?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/8111300855307231865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=8111300855307231865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8111300855307231865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8111300855307231865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/05/everybodys-cooler-than-me.html' title='Everybody&apos;s cooler than me.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-5635794457062572019</id><published>2007-05-09T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T06:40:34.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go ahead.</title><content type='html'>Okay, now that I got the go-ahead from Coach Bill, I can start training, and also return to blogging.  That's right, I was waiting for the go-ahead to post again.  So don't complain about the lack of updates because it's your fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, now I'm wondering if I should run the bridge tomorrow morning?  What do you all think?  Should I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  I ran the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  Now, I'm trying to see how long I can hold my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  I'm getting dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPJkadate:  kzzzzzk nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnxnn&lt;br /&gt;nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;br 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rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/5635794457062572019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/5635794457062572019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/05/go-ahead.html' title='Go ahead.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-3015983605313712384</id><published>2007-04-29T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T23:47:59.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking out loud...</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://samarathon.org/"&gt;San Antonio Marathon &lt;/a&gt;is November 11 this year. &lt;br /&gt;That's 193 days, or about 6.5 months from now.&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to break 4:00 (9:10 m/m), in that race or in &lt;a href="http://www.runtherock.com/"&gt;Dallas&lt;/a&gt; in December.&lt;br /&gt;My PR is 4:17 (9:49 m/m), so 4:00 is sufficiently ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://mcmillanrunning.com/rununiv/mcmillanrunningcalculator.htm"&gt;McMillan Calculator&lt;/a&gt; says I can run a 3:51 (based on a 1:49 half marathon).  Even &lt;a href="http://jeffgalloway.com/resources/predict_performance.html"&gt;Galloway's Calculator&lt;/a&gt; says 3:53.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mileage is around 25 per week right now, which isn't that much, but I think okay for the offseason.  I'll be designing the training plan soon and I'll post it here.  I'm thinking it will probably have two key runs in the week, and lots of junk miles because I loves me the junk.  I'll have one long run, and the other alternating between a tempo run one week and a medium long marathon pace run the next.  I've never really done any tempo runs or speedwork of any kind other than the bridge, so that should be interesting.  I think I'll have three 20+ milers and 6-8 weeks over 50 mpw.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that sound?  Too ambitious?  Training plan not difficult enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-3015983605313712384?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/3015983605313712384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=3015983605313712384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/3015983605313712384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/3015983605313712384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/04/thinking-out-loud.html' title='Thinking out loud...'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-8890350856448526705</id><published>2007-04-29T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T23:14:30.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend workout wrap-up</title><content type='html'>Early Friday evening, Claudia and I headed to the pool, but forgot that the gym closes at 8:00 on Fridays and the pool closes 30 minutes before that.  That only left us with 10 minutes to swim so we reconsidered and just ran a bit.  I ran 2 easy miles and then 1.5 laps in my barefeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I got up and headed out to the park to run with the club.  3 miles early by myself and 5 miles with the group.  GPS watch says it was 9:37 pace average.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon, we made it back to the gym to get in our swim.  It seems like I'm improving already.  I started out as planned with 4 laps, leaving every ninety seconds and then switched to 4 laps leaving every 60 seconds.  After a couple laps, I confused myself with trying to count the intervals between laps instead of the laps, because that's what really counts, since four laps with 60 second starts really only stresses my cardiovascular system 3 times (or maybe it is 4, I dunno...  No wait, I'm right.  I should count the intervals because the first lap isn't any more difficult than those before), but anyway, I started losing track of how many I had done.  I was feeling good so I made sure I did more than 4, I think 6 or 7.  Then I returned to several laps with 90 second starts.  I think there were 16 laps total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we tested Claudia's new bicycle and rode down to Burke-Crenshaw Park and around on the dirt roads behind the park a little.  It was about 5 miles or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-8890350856448526705?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/8890350856448526705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=8890350856448526705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8890350856448526705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8890350856448526705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend-workout-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend workout wrap-up'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-1434868886790390285</id><published>2007-04-26T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:55:25.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday morning on the bridge</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, I actually got myself out of bed at 4:00 this morning to go run the Kemah bridge.  Everybody likes to get done early so they can go to work, so we start at 5 and try to get done by 6:00.  There was about 7 or 8 people there Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran the warmup loop around the parking lot and two laps on the bridge and then another lap around the parking lot to cool down.  I didn't find it all that difficult, but I'm still going to have to get in better shape if I'm going to answer my the &lt;a href="http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/04/kemah-bridge-challenge_02.html"&gt;Kemah Bridge Challenge&lt;/a&gt;, and run 10 laps without stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-1434868886790390285?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/1434868886790390285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=1434868886790390285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/1434868886790390285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/1434868886790390285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/04/thursday-morning-on-bridge.html' title='Thursday morning on the bridge'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-8037612881215744594</id><published>2007-04-24T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:15:09.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-profit running clubs'/><title type='text'>Running, Swimming, Ditching</title><content type='html'>Since my last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran 4 or 5 miles on Thursday, I think.  Or did I?  I know I went to the gym on Friday to run and swim but then they had a swim meet so we couldn't swim, but the leisure pool was open and only for a half hour longer so we did that first and swam a little but mostly played basketball in the pool and went down the slide a couple times, but that was Friday, so maybe I don't remember what I did on Thursday, but maybe I ran on Wednesday then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure I ran 5 miles on Saturday morning with my beloved &lt;a href="http://www.clfitnessclub.org"&gt;club&lt;/a&gt;, and then 6 miles on Sunday morning with &lt;a href="http://crosstraintherunner.blogspot.com"&gt;Broadway Joe&lt;/a&gt; and his beloved &lt;a href="http://www.barchouston.com"&gt;club&lt;/a&gt;.  We ran down in Texas City from Anchor Park and it was very nice.  They have some nice trails and a nice 5K loop and a nice long levee to run on.  It seems our clubs might try a new level of cooperation, offering both club's members a service which is greater than the sum of the parts.  (You know how it is, since we're both competing with a certain gargantuan &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt;-profit running club, that looks like a non-profit company, and even has coaches and support crew that volunteer their time as if it were a non-profit, but isn't non-profit at all.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, tuesday night I ran 5K in a mess of loops around the indoor track at school, and then 12 trips across the pool.  The pool is always an experience.  I think it went better than last time, and I tried to follow some kind of a pattern so I could track my improvement.  The first time I just swam until I was exhausted and rested until I could swim again.  This time I started out with one trip across the pool, which was taking around 27-30 seconds, and then resting until the end of the minute, and then leaving again.  After 4 trips it was too much, so I changed it to 90 second starts, which I could maintain for the rest of the workout.  Next time I think I'll start with the 90 second starts and switch to 60 seconds for the middle laps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm at work so I can't blog too long.  But I have to tell you, I just got back from a Podcasting Summit, that I really only signed up for to get the free lunch.  But anyway, I'm sitting there with my friend Claudia and my other friend Yong, and we finished our food and we're sitting, planning our exit, thinking one goes this way and the other that way and so forth and so on, but there really was no good way to do it.  Any way to go would be mildly awkward on some level, since they had people standing by the doors, probably for just that reason.  Eventually though, Claudia and I just bit the bullet and got up and walked straight out, and we totally ditched Yong.  He looked at us with such shock when we got up.  The keynote speaker was talking at the time and he had made the rounds and chatted with us a little before the start and we all agreed that he had figured us out and were just there for the lunch.  Anyway it was funny.  I think Yong is still there.  I feel a little bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-8037612881215744594?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/8037612881215744594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=8037612881215744594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8037612881215744594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8037612881215744594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/04/running-swimming-ditching.html' title='Running, Swimming, Ditching'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-781119626152901908</id><published>2007-04-17T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:41:36.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do all my pens go?  I buy them all the time!</title><content type='html'>Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday, dinner and drinks with &lt;a href="http://dasmixture.typepad.com/"&gt;JD&lt;/a&gt; and Jaclyn and &lt;a href="http://crosstraintherunner.blogspot.com"&gt;Broadway Joe&lt;/a&gt;.  It was a lot of fun, and incidentally, I am not very good at drinking.  I was half drunk after only half a beer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday, 4 miles &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; run with the club on Saturday morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday, 3.1 miles consisting of 14 laps around the little track at school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also Sunday, 300 meters in the pool.  Is that good or am I out of shape for swimming?  What is it like for normal people when they first start swimming?  I'd swim 25m across the pool and have to wait at the other end for several minutes before crossing back.  A couple times I tried to go back right away and I couldn't make it and had to stop and doggiepaddle it back in shame.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more time for swimming and other sports as well.  Like ping-pong and bowling and pool and skating and more running too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited about going to the &lt;a href="http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/CirqueDuSoleil/en/showstickets/corteo/tickets/houston.htm?sa_campaign=internal_ads/dropdown/houston"&gt;Cirque du Soleil &lt;/a&gt;on Thursday night.  And next week we'll go see &lt;a href="http://www.houstonsymphony.org/ticket/production.aspx?id=961&amp;src=t"&gt;Itzhak Perlman with the Houston Symphony&lt;/a&gt;.  I have to admit, I'm budgeting very well this month.  Those two things aren't cheap, and I had to pay 700$ for the rediculous UH fee bill this month also.  But I've been ordering from the value menu and packing a lunch every now and then too.  How very mature of me!  WTG Keith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-781119626152901908?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/781119626152901908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=781119626152901908&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/781119626152901908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/781119626152901908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/04/where-do-all-my-pens-go-i-buy-them-all.html' title='Where do all my pens go?  I buy them all the time!'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-2460982540233407975</id><published>2007-04-13T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T15:17:07.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobilize the Geeks : Spirit of the Marathon</title><content type='html'>Hi Bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://www.marathonmovie.com/images/lg_lotg.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://txrunnergirl.blogspot.com"&gt;Christy&lt;/a&gt;'s right.  We should mobilize and get a special screening of &lt;a href="http://www.marathonmovie.com/"&gt;Spirit of the Marathon&lt;/a&gt; here in Houston.  As she mentioned &lt;a href="http://txrunnergirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/audience-participation.html"&gt;here on her blog&lt;/a&gt;, you can send an email to &lt;a href="mailto:info@marathonmovie.com"&gt;info@marathonmovie.com&lt;/a&gt; and tell them to come to Houston for their special screening.  Whoever they hear from the most wins.  Email your club members, bloggers seem to have representatives from all of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid New Yorkers with their Biggest Marathon in the World probably think it should be there and probably assume it and wont even send any emails, they'll just assume it!  They're so self-centered!  New Yorkers.  And LA?  Please.  Those people are too cool to care about anything.  They show up at the Lakers games in the third quarter and talk on their cellphones the whole time.  And Chicago!  Well, they already get the official screening, we're competing for a second special screening, so Chicago doesn't count.  That leaves us as the fourth biggest city in the world, so we should get it.  And we've got the &lt;em&gt;spirit of the marathon&lt;/em&gt; bleeding from our pores.  That should help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-2460982540233407975?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/2460982540233407975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=2460982540233407975&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/2460982540233407975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/2460982540233407975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/04/mobilize-geeks-spirit-of-marathon.html' title='Mobilize the Geeks : Spirit of the Marathon'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-436931882285963789</id><published>2007-04-07T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:17:13.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats JD!</title><content type='html'>While I was rolling over, hitting the snooze and pulling the covers back up over my head, Das Mixture's own &lt;a href="http://dasmixture.typepad.com"&gt;JD&lt;/a&gt; was finishing up &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; laps on the Kemah bridge.  Congrat's JD!  I'm sorry I wasn't out there to meet you, but the cold rain and my stuffy head and fever said "no."  We should arrange some way to deliver your award.  I can't promise it's going to be worth all that effort, but I can promise this, it will be the most beantastic medal you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dasmixture.typepad.com/./photos/uncategorized/2007/04/07/kemah_bridge_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://dasmixture.typepad.com/./photos/uncategorized/2007/04/07/kemah_bridge_004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on like JD.  (and JC - haven't forgotten you buddy!)&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-436931882285963789?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/436931882285963789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=436931882285963789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/436931882285963789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/436931882285963789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/04/congrats-jd.html' title='Congrats JD!'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-8784912755034216159</id><published>2007-04-06T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:39:51.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not happy today.</title><content type='html'>I say that and giggle because it reminds me of a couple times when I was at the Galleria Skating Rink and there was a middle aged asian man training a bunch of little tiny asian girls, not more than 10 years old, and they were all skating around, 100 times better than me, and he just kept yelling at them, "Faster!," "Bend your knees," "Faster!" and one time, as one little girl looked at him sheepishly, he turned and said mournfully, "I am not happy today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, I am not happy today because I'm still feeling miserable from the cold that hit me on Wednesday night.  And my long run is scheduled for tomorrow, and it's supposed to be cold and rainy.  Cold and rainy is not what I want to hear at this moment.  Otherwise things are going great.  I study biological science.  I love my classes.  I've got a crazy teacher, he wears dark glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I still feel bad tomorrow morning, I'll postpone the long run until Sunday.  Actually, lets just plan to do it on Sunday and make sure I'm recovered.  That's what Sundays are for, making up for lost miles.  Sundays are for forgiveness.  I'll run 10 on Sunday and I'll dedicate those miles to Jesus!  Thanks Jesus for all the forgiveness and everything else.  Big props to the Big Man!  Whoo hoo!  Rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-8784912755034216159?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/8784912755034216159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=8784912755034216159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8784912755034216159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8784912755034216159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-not-happy-today.html' title='I am not happy today.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-3811098157031114089</id><published>2007-04-05T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:10:07.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>14 laps around the 360m track.</title><content type='html'>14 laps Wednesday evening on the indoor track at school.  I think it's about 5K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was feeling a little under the weather, and now after the run, I'm feeling a lot under the weather.  I'm feeling cold even though it's not cold, and everything is louder and brighter than it should be.  On the other hand, I am wearing &lt;a href="http://dasmixture.typepad.com"&gt;JD&lt;/a&gt;'s medal for when he answers the &lt;a href="http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/04/kemah-bridge-challenge_02.html"&gt;Kemah Bridge Challenge&lt;/a&gt;, which is helping.  Anyway, I've been sleeping a lot, but I'm ready for some more sleep, so see you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-3811098157031114089?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/3811098157031114089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=3811098157031114089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/3811098157031114089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/3811098157031114089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/04/14-laps-around-360m-track.html' title='14 laps around the 360m track.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-4925721008019573260</id><published>2007-04-03T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T19:05:44.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still doing my runner impression</title><content type='html'>7 miles through the neighborhood this morning.  That's more weekday miles than I've had in a long time.  Mmm mmm good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to get back to something like 30-35 mpw for a month or so, then build, then add some tempo runs and marathon pace running, and put all my eggs in the basket of some lucky November/December marathon and see if I can't break 4:00.  Hows about 2 7milers, 2 3milers, and a 10-13miler?  How does that sound?  Good?  For the off-season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of &lt;a href="http://dasmixture.typepad.com"&gt;JD&lt;/a&gt;'s comments tangentially brought up a good point.  &lt;strong&gt;Are we never going to have another blogger gettogether?&lt;/strong&gt;  Just because we're defunct as an official club doesn't mean we can't all take a lap around some large thing and then eat some terribly unhealthy food once in a while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should we just meet up at the races?  Who's running BlueBell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-4925721008019573260?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/4925721008019573260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=4925721008019573260&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/4925721008019573260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/4925721008019573260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/04/still-doing-my-runner-impression.html' title='Still doing my runner impression'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-354398473381506262</id><published>2007-04-02T17:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T20:55:36.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kemah Bridge Challenge</title><content type='html'>April 2, 2007. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this will be the official post with all the necessary information for future reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by crazy Kemah Bridge Ultrarunners like &lt;a href="http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2005/12/bobs-kemah-bridge-ultra.html"&gt;Bob Linza&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/03/crazy-kemah-bridge-runners.html"&gt;Buddy Brown, and Mark Henderson&lt;/a&gt;, I've decided to challenge the moderately crazy runner inside the rest of us to push themselves with some extra laps on the bridge.  And I'll even back it up with a custom award of undefined form, handmade by myself, or possibly my friend Claudia if I can convince her to make some also.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completion of the challenge consists of running 10 complete laps on the Kemah Bridge with only as much walking as you realistically feel that the walking didn't count.  One lap is defined as the entire round trip, over the bridge and back, run the safe way, looping around under the overpasses on both sides, staying on the left side of the road at all times, like &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=817391"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  This distance is approximately 1.92 miles per trip, making the entire run about 19.2 miles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Previous Award Winners are:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://dasmixture.typepad.com/das_mixture/2007/04/challenge_compl.html"&gt;James David Dykas&lt;/a&gt; : April 6, 2007 : 10 laps in 3 hours 25 minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Questions you may have:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who are you to pose a challenge like this?  You haven't even done this yourself!&lt;/strong&gt;  - Fair point.  You're right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your "handmade award of undefined form" really worth this much effort?&lt;/strong&gt;  - Likely not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How will you officially verify that I finished?  Will you be there?&lt;/strong&gt;  - It's my backyard, so maybe I can be there.  Otherwise I'll verify it by your lack of shifty eyes and your overall demeanor when you tell me you finished it.  You could also provide a photo, as suggested by &lt;a href="http://dirtondirt.blogspot.com/"&gt;DirtRunner&lt;/a&gt;, to help convince me and the world.  It would also help commemorate your achievement, which is nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How well equipped are the aid stations?&lt;/strong&gt;  - The aid stations are as well equipped as you equip them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will the award be like?  What will it be made of?&lt;/strong&gt;  - The medal is still undesigned.  Knowing myself, it might have a monkey on it.  They might all be different.  As far as the material, it might be made of clay, or metal, or nuts, or shells, or wood.  I've also done some work with macaroni in my early years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is the best place to park?&lt;/strong&gt;  - There's a little japanese restaurant named "Ichibon's" right where the start/finish is on &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=817391"&gt;this map&lt;/a&gt;, that's where the &lt;a href="http://www.clfitnessclub.org"&gt;CLFC&lt;/a&gt; people park when they run the bridge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-354398473381506262?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/354398473381506262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=354398473381506262&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/354398473381506262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/354398473381506262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/04/kemah-bridge-challenge_02.html' title='The Kemah Bridge Challenge'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-4381327116807286676</id><published>2007-04-02T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:55:37.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge Challenge Roll Call</title><content type='html'>Ten loops on the bridge, as defined &lt;a href="http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/03/crazy-kemah-bridge-runners.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, = 1 homemade trophy commemorating your mental instability.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer some questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve, no I don't have to be there, but it's possible that I can be since it's my backyard.  And many times, the water that you stash there will still be there when you loop around, but one time, a guy from the club put a cooler with some provisions there and somebody stole it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD, I don't know exactly what the award will be like, but probably not hobo-related.  Maybe they will all be different (assuming I have to make more than one).  Unless you really like hobos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy, I'll make sure yours can be worn like a medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://runsteve.blogspot.com"&gt;Steve&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dasmixture.typepad.com"&gt;JD&lt;/a&gt; might try it.  I might even have to do it also.  &lt;a href="http://txrunnergirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christy&lt;/a&gt; will do it if &lt;a href="http://www.saroy.net"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; does it, and Sarah secretly wants to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-4381327116807286676?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/4381327116807286676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=4381327116807286676&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/4381327116807286676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/4381327116807286676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/04/bridge-challenge-roll-call.html' title='Bridge Challenge Roll Call'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-5388992684537060597</id><published>2007-04-02T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:32:58.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 miles Saturday morning</title><content type='html'>I didn't know how far I wanted to run.  Probably 8 or 9.  I started out with Ed and Robin from &lt;a href="http://www.clfitnessclub.org"&gt;the club&lt;/a&gt;, around 6:00 AM.  About 6:05 it got cold and started pouring, and about 6:10 it stopped raining altogether.  We headed out from the parking lot at the Seabrook trails and headed south towards the Bridge.  I ran about 6.7 miles in the first leg, over the bridge, down the boardwalk, and back to the trails.  I stopped at the park for some candy and a very small amount of chit chat and then finished up my 10 miles on the trails.  It was raining again, very hard, with lightning also and not mud, but huge pools of water on the trails.  I kindof enjoyed it, but was a little frightened by a few lightning strikes that were too close for comfort.  When I got back to the pavillion my GPS said 9.9 miles, so I had to continue on just a little further.  I was afraid the people in the club would be upset by my running through the lightening and not finding shelter, but instead they cheered and said 'go!' as I ran by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-5388992684537060597?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/5388992684537060597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=5388992684537060597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/5388992684537060597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/5388992684537060597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/04/10-miles-saturday-morning.html' title='10 miles Saturday morning'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-6139334234416879304</id><published>2007-03-30T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:23:29.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Kemah Bridge Runners</title><content type='html'>Bob Linza started the &lt;a href="http://www.seabrookmarathon.org"&gt;Seabrook Lucky Trails Marathon&lt;/a&gt;.  And it seems to have taken off pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, do you remember when &lt;a href="http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2005/12/bobs-kemah-bridge-ultra.html"&gt;Bob ran 14 loops for more than a full marathon distance on the Kemah Bridge&lt;/a&gt;?  All by himself, before work on a Thursday morning.  (I always wondered why that idea didn't take off like the Seabrook Marathon. - probably because it's crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, two people have broken the record for most laps on the bridge.  On Saturday, March 24th, Buddy Brown, of the &lt;a href="http://www.clfitnessclub.org"&gt;CLFC&lt;/a&gt; ran 17 laps on the Kemah bridge!  And then on Sunday, March 25th, Mark Henderson, of &lt;a href="http://www.barchouston.com/"&gt;BARC&lt;/a&gt; also ran 17 laps on the bridge!  So now it's tied at 17 laps on the bridge, and there's talk of trying to run 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;FYI, a loop or a lap on the bridge is defined as the entire round trip, back and forth run the safe way, meaning looping around under the overpasses on both ends, always on the left side of the road of course.  like &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=817391"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I understand the challenge to run farther and farther and more and more loops of the bridge, but it's already too much to be an active participant for a two-bit chump like me.  How about 7 loops? that seems hard enough.  Or 10, maybe that should be the standard challenge.  Yeah!  There should be a standard challenge for the only moderately crazy people.  Okay, I'll define a standard challenge, and I'll even back it up with some hardware!  &lt;strong&gt;If you, my loyal reader, run 10 consecutive laps on the Kemah bridge, I'll make you a custom award with my own little hands to commemorate you mental instability.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on,&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-6139334234416879304?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/6139334234416879304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=6139334234416879304&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/6139334234416879304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/6139334234416879304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/03/crazy-kemah-bridge-runners.html' title='Crazy Kemah Bridge Runners'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-8983367651151213471</id><published>2007-03-28T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:01:00.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you following me?</title><content type='html'>There's a lot to catch up on.  A lot I haven't blogged.  I've been busy with the &lt;a href="http://www.seabrookmarathon.org"&gt;Seabrook Marathon&lt;/a&gt; website, which should be less active for a while now that all the results are up, and all the pictures are up, and the feedback form is up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all I've been up to.  Here are just a few of the things I've done and not blogged about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran the Seabrook Marathon Relay with my pals Yong, Heather, and Claudia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran 8.25 miles with the club on the 24th, and even some with my long lost training partner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went ice skating on Sunday evening - 1 fall, getting better, less scared.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran 5 miles Monday morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that?  I even ran a race and didn't blog it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I brought my running clothes and ran after work this evening.  There's a route around campus and down the bayou that is about &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=812702"&gt;10K&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just about sunset time, and I got to see some bats flying around down by the bayou, which I thought was cool.  I keep meaning to check out the bats around the Waugh Street Bridge.  Has anybody seen them?  Is it cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I was running along, on the return trip along the bayou, and by this time it was already dark.  Now, the bayou has some nice houses alongside it, and it looks like a nice area, but if you're running in that area at dusk, it will occur to you that only that one row of houses that border the bayou are nice, and the rest... is somewhat less nice.  The bars on the doors and windows are a good clue to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm running along and the first wierd thing I see is the silhouette of a man that apparently had just been laying on the ground.  There's a grassy area between the road and the bayou trail, and he had been laying there for some time.  As he started walking around it was quite clear that he was completely intoxicated.  He was stumbling and stomping around, and it was strange because he was dressed in what looked like a sportscoat and nice pants.  How he got there, and how he got so intoxicated so early in the day is a question I had too.  He was fairly young, maybe early 20s, and much too drunk to be a real threat to a strapping vibrant young man like myself, but I ran softly anyway until I passed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there was this other guy, walking on the trail ahead, and he yells out, "Hey white boy!"  This other guy was a very large black man, who could have been a threat to me if he wanted to be, but it was clear he was addressing the drunk.  "Are you following me?!  Are you following me!?" he yells at the drunk man.  On and on he yelled, "I saw you over there, when I was there, and now you're here!  Are you following me?!"  The drunk guy looked completely terrified.  There was only yelling though, and I don't think there was ever any real threat to anybody.  I think he was just having some fun, messing with the drunk guy.  It's fun to mess with drunk people.  I understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I covered the 6+ miles, and now, with 8 on Saturday, 5 on Monday, and 6 on Wednesday, it's almost starting to look like I'm an actual runner.  It feels good to get back into it.  I've been running lately, but mostly just the group runs on the weekends.  It has been hard to get myself out the door for more miles all by myself.  I'm getting over that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-8983367651151213471?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/8983367651151213471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=8983367651151213471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8983367651151213471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8983367651151213471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-you-following-me.html' title='Are you following me?'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-4308724861402136112</id><published>2007-03-28T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:24:56.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgrb3PCSwEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VMCTRuEI1n4/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgrb3PCSwEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VMCTRuEI1n4/s400/0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047088074397499458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength training in rats.  There are bundles of dried spaghetti the rats can reach for and break.  They can break more and more after several weeks of training.  No other reason to post it, but I like the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm posting random things, I like this picture too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgrd9PCSwFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bneQv1jP0UA/s1600-h/Rat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgrd9PCSwFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bneQv1jP0UA/s400/Rat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047090376499970130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's pissed off because there was no reward in the dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  Still running.  Posting later.&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-4308724861402136112?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/4308724861402136112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=4308724861402136112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/4308724861402136112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/4308724861402136112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-like-this-picture.html' title='I like this picture'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgrb3PCSwEI/AAAAAAAAABw/VMCTRuEI1n4/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-1151789089915132118</id><published>2007-03-26T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:24:59.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the Seabrook Marathon</title><content type='html'>This was 10 minutes or so before the start of the Half Marathon on Saturday.  Can you tell who will win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg8gaGnXxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9_Z4_bCbCmY/s1600-h/Picture%2520007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg8gaGnXxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9_Z4_bCbCmY/s400/Picture%2520007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046349909929189138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dasmixture.typepad.com"&gt;JD&lt;/a&gt; and Jaclyn finishing the half marathon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg8q6GnXzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uIUWv2ziM-I/s1600-h/Picture%2520355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg8q6GnXzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uIUWv2ziM-I/s400/Picture%2520355.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046350090317815602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That medal better be as big as my head!" -- &lt;a href="http://www.saroy.net"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg8naGnXyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gtTkUZntH6A/s1600-h/SLTM+-+Sunday+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg8naGnXyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gtTkUZntH6A/s400/SLTM+-+Sunday+106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046350030188273442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you looked familiar!  If I was thinking clearly I'd have said "Hello."  Sorry &lt;a href="http://txrunnergirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christy&lt;/a&gt;!  It was nice almost meeting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg8yKGnX0I/AAAAAAAAABA/wU1oQlvxZMo/s1600-h/SLTM+-+Sunday+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg8yKGnX0I/AAAAAAAAABA/wU1oQlvxZMo/s400/SLTM+-+Sunday+136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046350214871867202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Tonia catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg866GnX1I/AAAAAAAAABI/3qsu_cZkUAk/s1600-h/SLTM+-+Sunday+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg866GnX1I/AAAAAAAAABI/3qsu_cZkUAk/s400/SLTM+-+Sunday+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046350365195722578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Ginger, Ginger and Bob.  Bob is about an hour or so away from finishing his own &lt;a href="http://rogersoler.com/sbr_challenges.php"&gt;TMC&lt;/a&gt; when this picture was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg9AqGnX2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JUvByYa56yo/s1600-h/SLTM+-+Sunday+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg9AqGnX2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/JUvByYa56yo/s400/SLTM+-+Sunday+195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046350463979970402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at the high resolution version, you can see Brenda has even pierced her navel.  And Lori has a lower back tattoo.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg9IqGnX3I/AAAAAAAAABY/2jrkROmm1IY/s1600-h/SLTM+-+Sunday+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg9IqGnX3I/AAAAAAAAABY/2jrkROmm1IY/s400/SLTM+-+Sunday+229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046350601418923890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two favorite pictures of all time.  Hi &lt;a href="http://crosstraintherunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joe&lt;/a&gt;.  Actually, this was the only minute where Joe was resting.  He was very enthusiastic the whole weekend, but they're still my favorite pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RghB16GnX5I/AAAAAAAAABo/18lWRfzdzXo/s1600-h/SLTM+-+Sunday+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RghB16GnX5I/AAAAAAAAABo/18lWRfzdzXo/s400/SLTM+-+Sunday+208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046355776854515602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg9N6GnX4I/AAAAAAAAABg/wNo1pk1UNAw/s1600-h/SLTM%2520-%2520Sunday%2520209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg9N6GnX4I/AAAAAAAAABg/wNo1pk1UNAw/s400/SLTM%2520-%2520Sunday%2520209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046350691613237122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-1151789089915132118?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/1151789089915132118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=1151789089915132118&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/1151789089915132118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/1151789089915132118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/03/pictures-from-seabrook-marathon.html' title='Pictures from the Seabrook Marathon'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/Rgg8gaGnXxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9_Z4_bCbCmY/s72-c/Picture%2520007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-8015685433906014787</id><published>2007-03-13T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:24:59.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon!  This Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RfcL78iw-bI/AAAAAAAAAAg/uW2SP0PDqO0/s1600-h/IMG_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RfcL78iw-bI/AAAAAAAAAAg/uW2SP0PDqO0/s400/IMG_0154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041511432356690354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, Walk, Cheer, Volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow &lt;a href="http://www.seabrookmarathon.org"&gt;the rabbit&lt;/a&gt; for all the info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-8015685433906014787?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/8015685433906014787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=8015685433906014787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8015685433906014787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8015685433906014787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/03/marathon-this-weekend.html' title='Marathon!  This Weekend!'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/RfcL78iw-bI/AAAAAAAAAAg/uW2SP0PDqO0/s72-c/IMG_0154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-2004620149796718547</id><published>2007-03-13T06:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T06:57:18.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>Ankle's okay.  9.25 miles on Saturday.  Got to run with my long lost running partner who's been out with some injuries.  All is well.  Hope this post wasn't too unsatisfying.  But aren't you glad to hear that I'm doing okay?  No time.  Gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-2004620149796718547?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/2004620149796718547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=2004620149796718547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/2004620149796718547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/2004620149796718547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/03/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-2015815628843936473</id><published>2007-03-09T08:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T08:33:28.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolled my ankle.</title><content type='html'>Gosh, this week has flown by without much posting.&lt;br /&gt;I ran on Monday night, one lap around Memorial.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ran again on Wednesday, but only one mile before I stepped on a rock and rolled my ankle.  It was really bad for a couple of minutes but faded as I walked for a while.  The next day it was sore all the way up the side of my calf and it hurts if I bend it too far.  I don't think I did any major damage, just strained lots of little things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still intend to run with &lt;a href="http://www.clfitnessclub.org"&gt;the club&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow morning.  I'll take it easy and decide after a couple miles if I'm doing more damage than good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll be back to 100% for the &lt;a href="http://www.seabrookmarathon.org"&gt;Seabrook Marathon Relay&lt;/a&gt; next weekend.  I'm running the first leg and some friends from work, Yong, Heather, and Claudia will run the others.  I think it will be the first road race for all of them.  It should be tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mor elater.&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-2015815628843936473?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/2015815628843936473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=2015815628843936473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/2015815628843936473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/2015815628843936473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/03/rolled-my-ankle.html' title='Rolled my ankle.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-2637173496120662282</id><published>2007-03-05T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T11:25:41.529-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seabrook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clfc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-profit running clubs'/><title type='text'>FYI:  Seabrook Marathon almost full...</title><content type='html'>FYI:  &lt;a href="http://www.seabrookmarathon.org"&gt;The Seabrook Marathon&lt;/a&gt; is 95% full for Sunday's races, and 78% full for the Half Marathon on Saturday.  48 people are running both days, including our very own &lt;a href="http://dasmixture.typepad.com"&gt;JD&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://txrunnergirl.blogspot.com"&gt;Christy&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.saroy.net"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your on the fence, you might just get kicked off it in the next few days (at least for Sunday's race).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-2637173496120662282?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/2637173496120662282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=2637173496120662282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/2637173496120662282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/2637173496120662282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/03/fyi-seabrook-marathon-almost-full.html' title='FYI:  Seabrook Marathon almost full...'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-8234002688184399949</id><published>2007-03-02T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:24:59.364-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food-chain'/><title type='text'>Dietary Analysis</title><content type='html'>In an effort to improve my running performance through an improvement in my overall health, I made an effort to first analyze the current state of my diet.  As you can see from the flowchart below, it is already pretty good, consisting almost entirely of foods that are, or are decended directly or indirectly from, vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/ReiFMtgIwNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZPi_3gVq_9k/s1600-h/MyFoodChain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/ReiFMtgIwNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZPi_3gVq_9k/s400/MyFoodChain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037422636633211090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously though, I don't eat too poorly.  Breakfast is usually very good, maybe I'll have some fruit and toast, or maybe I'll have a protein shake.  Occasionally an omlette.  Lunch has been more difficult, since I haven't been preparing anything and I have to find something here at work.  The choices are slim and are mostly at fast-food type places here on campus.  Wendy's has some nice chicken salads, but one of those with a drink is about 6$, which is too much for everyday, and it gets boring after a while.  You should know, I've stayed away from the ice cream for 18 days already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how can I improve?  I guess I should bring my lunches from home.  I can make it the day before and not even try to do it in the morning when I'll undoubtedly be running late.  Do you eat a healthy lunch?  Do you have any suggestions for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;keithrselassie.com "Rewind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/09/eat-better-or-youre-going-to-die.html"&gt;this post?&lt;/a&gt;  I argued that your cancer risk is related to the viability of your normal cells, rather than just the increased efficiency of the cancerous cells.  So, try to avoid carcinogens for sure, but make yourself strong enough to fight it off when it comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-8234002688184399949?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/8234002688184399949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=8234002688184399949&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8234002688184399949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8234002688184399949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/03/dietary-analysis.html' title='Dietary Analysis'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGBMVBsY3N0/ReiFMtgIwNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZPi_3gVq_9k/s72-c/MyFoodChain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-3838170724256773136</id><published>2007-02-27T18:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:39:18.748-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring program'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clfc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-profit running clubs'/><title type='text'>Clear Lake Fitness Club Spring Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.clfitnessclub.org/index.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://clfitnessclub.org/images/CLFC-Spring-Program-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get in shape.&lt;br /&gt;Stay in shape.&lt;br /&gt;Improve your speed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-3838170724256773136?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/3838170724256773136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=3838170724256773136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/3838170724256773136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/3838170724256773136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/02/clear-lake-fitness-club-spring-program.html' title='Clear Lake Fitness Club Spring Program'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-8828458332864789638</id><published>2007-02-27T17:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T13:58:31.811-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Climbing the rock wall, running the track</title><content type='html'>Hi America, It's good to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been busy for me the last few days. I visited the climbing wall at UH, which I've never done, and have been putting it off for a year or more. It was a little scary since I might embarrass myself and everyone there seems really good at it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's a question, when I climb the wall, am I supposed to use the grips for my feet as well?, because that's what I was doing, and there a girl there that was only using the grips for her hands and her feet were going on the very small, sometimes imperceptable, ridges in the face of the rock wall.  She was really good, she was like spiderwoman.  But there were other people, clearly not as skilled as the one girl, that were stepping on whatever they could too.  But maybe it's cheating, maybe the purists don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun though, it's a difficult workout, especially since my upper body is rubbery and only good for typing.  I felt like I made it pretty high, about 6 feet from the point where the auto-belay thing holds you.  If you want to go higher you have to have a human belay you and climb on the other section.  The handholds get harder as you go up, and it's more strenuous on my hands and forearms than anything else I do.  It usually ended when I grab and slip and fall slowly and gently all the way back to the ground.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAanyway.  I ran Monday at the UH Recreational Center.  24 laps around the old 360 meter track.  I think that's about 5.5 miles, and I ran 12 reps of speed on the short legs in the middle miles.  It's interesting to run there because there's lots of people and you can look down on the first floor at the soccer games and basketball games and badminton and racquetball and the rock wall, but it still gets boring after 8 or 10 laps or so.  A lot of people run there, but sometimes only like one lap.  That's all, they run one lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks for stopping by. I know you're busy.&lt;br /&gt;See you soon, America.&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Live Like Keith" Tip of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dream. Plan. Work.  (stolen from MonkeyBuddha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-8828458332864789638?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/8828458332864789638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=8828458332864789638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8828458332864789638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8828458332864789638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/02/climbing-rock-wall-running-track.html' title='Climbing the rock wall, running the track'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-3223124845191548036</id><published>2007-02-24T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T15:42:37.401-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where&apos;s Roger?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice skating'/><title type='text'>7-point-something with the club</title><content type='html'>This morning, my &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; run, something like 7.4 miles or so.  I still don't really have a schedule.  For the time being I think I'll keep kicking around running what I feel like running.  Then for a couple months I'm thinking of settleing in for about 30 mpw, with one 10 miler, a couple 7 milers, and a couple short runs scattered aboot.  I also ran 3 on Thursday night, I don't think I blogged it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed this morning, when I tried to check my TMC results, that &lt;a href="http://www.rogersoler.com"&gt;Roger Soler's Sports&lt;/a&gt; website esta nonfunctionaldo.  I'm sure he's decided to skip town with my $50 and not bother to manage the TMC anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I are going to go embarrass ourselves on the UH climbing wall today.  I've never tried it and since my upper body strength leaves everything to be desired it should be quite funny.  Tomorrow, I'll be embarrassing myself on the ice rink at the Galleria.  Feel free to stop by either venue for some humorous photo opportunities and a chance to use your first aid skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-3223124845191548036?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/3223124845191548036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=3223124845191548036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/3223124845191548036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/3223124845191548036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/02/7-point-something-with-club.html' title='7-point-something with the club'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-6770609387782673756</id><published>2007-02-21T07:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T14:12:02.387-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seabrook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk miles'/><title type='text'>Back to form</title><content type='html'>Ifs you knows me, you knows that I loves me the junk miles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 miles yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;3 miles this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm mmmm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easier these days to get out the door since there's no marathon looming.  As much as I love marathon training, I love unfocused running just as much, and I alternate between craving one and craving the other.  So now I get to run aimlessly for 6 months or so and she's just what the doctor ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, it has been mentioned in comments that both &lt;a href="http://dasmixture.typepad.com/"&gt;JD&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://txrunnergirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christy&lt;/a&gt;, are up for the &lt;a href="http://www.seabrookmarathon.org/index.php?q=main"&gt;Lucky Trails Challenge&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm a little bit jealous of them, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; a little bit relieved that I have a good excuse not to run it too.  I'll see you both at the finish line!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the front.&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-6770609387782673756?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/6770609387782673756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=6770609387782673756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/6770609387782673756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/6770609387782673756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-form.html' title='Back to form'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-8284849225320804804</id><published>2007-02-20T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T11:22:08.252-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seabrook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clfc'/><title type='text'>Seabrook Marathizzon - March 17 &amp; 18</title><content type='html'>Hi Bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know, the &lt;a href="http://clfitnessclub.org"&gt;Clear Lake Fitness Club&lt;/a&gt; puts on a marathon every year called the &lt;a href="http://www.seabrookmarathon.org"&gt;Seabrook Lucky Trails Marathon&lt;/a&gt;.  We've always had a marathon and a halfamarathon a 4-person relay on the Sunday before St. Patrick's Day, and this year there's an additional half marathon on Saturday.  There's an article about us and how we rock! in Runner Triathlete News this month, and about how we're giving a bunch of money to &lt;a href="http://www.thebridgeovertroubledwaters.org/"&gt;the bridge over troubled waters&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a little less than four weeks away, and this is basically the last long race in the area until October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with two days of races, there's even the possibility that you can run both Saturday and Sunday, and then you get a third medal.  I'm part of the committee to organize it and the third medal is cool enough that I wish I could do it.  Instead I'll be running the first leg of the relay and then working at the finish line, expediting the process, making things go smoothly, awarding medals, karate chopping the bandits right in their necks, "Hayahhh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just between you and me, we're a little more than 60% full for both days, despite having doubled the number of runners, and there's more than 30 crazy people signed up for both days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on down and run with us if you want to.  There'll be hamburgers and hotdogs and chicken and rice and beans at the end, and I think we've got the nicest race packet I've seen, except for Sunmart.  We're giving all the runners, including everybody on the relay teams, a technical shirt, a running hat, and running socks, and some other bridgolatta.  All you need to bring are your shorties and you'll be good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I renovated the marathon's website this year, I hope you like it.  And there's a form to volunteer that looks just like a regular old form, but I worked real hard on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... &lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later...&lt;br /&gt;Love, Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-8284849225320804804?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/8284849225320804804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=8284849225320804804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8284849225320804804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/8284849225320804804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/02/seabrook-marathizzon-march-17-18.html' title='Seabrook Marathizzon - March 17 &amp;amp; 18'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-117132354417591793</id><published>2007-02-12T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:40:02.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cholesterol Test Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left;margin-right:10px" src="http://www.papamurphys.com/images/HeartPizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, &lt;a href="http://www.uh.edu/"&gt;The University of Houston&lt;/a&gt; gave all faculty and staff and students free cholesterol screenings, I guess as a Valentine's Day gift.  I've never had it checked before and I was kind of worried, since I'm pretty active, but my diet could be improved a small amount.  Not to mention, I wasn't thrilled about decreasing my blood volume even a small amount just one day before a marathizzon.  But I did it anyway, and the results are in.  It's official, I'm &lt;strong&gt;STRONG LIKE BULL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;img width="350" src="http://www.photophonic.com/album/092004puyallupfair27.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's even what the nurse said, she yelled it, "STRONG LIKE BULL!"  But the doctor was even worried a little.  He said I should increase my pizza intake and he described in detail how they even have some with more cheese built right into the crust.  And then he wrote me a prescription for some curly fries and he said to take them twice daily with food.  And he said to watch out for stuff that's "baked - not fried," but he said I could have that stuff once in a while, as long as I bread it and fry it also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-117132354417591793?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/117132354417591793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=117132354417591793&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/117132354417591793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/117132354417591793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-cholesterol-test-results.html' title='My Cholesterol Test Results'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-117123071212521484</id><published>2007-02-11T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T15:51:52.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TMC Recap - Boy -&gt; Man -&gt; Superman</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting on my sofa, watching &lt;a href="http://www.newyankee.com/"&gt;the New Yankee Workshop&lt;/a&gt;, enjoying my pre-breakfast ice cream sundae, and refectizzing back on my &lt;a href="http://www.rogersoler.com/sbr_challenges.php"&gt;TMC&lt;/a&gt;.  It has been a long season, full of ups and downs.  I fondly remember that naive young boy that started this journey.  Such energy in his young eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started fast with a &lt;a href="http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/10/endurance-50-texas.html"&gt;4:17&lt;/a&gt;, which stands as my PR today, when I ran with crazy old &lt;a href="http://www.ultramarathonman.com/flash/"&gt;Dean Karnazes&lt;/a&gt; in his &lt;a href="http://endurance50.com/"&gt;50 marathon / 50 day / 50 state&lt;/a&gt; adventure.  I surprised myself and had a little extra left at the end for an adrenaline fueled last 2 miles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/11/san-antonio-marathon-42906.html"&gt;My San Antonio race&lt;/a&gt; wasn't quite so enjoyable, aside from being with some good friends, I had difficulties early and difficulties late, and I finished completely drained, overjoyed at the idea of being able to stop running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/12/sunmart-50k.html"&gt;My Sunmart 50K&lt;/a&gt; was even more difficult, when the modest hills and trails of Huntsville State Park were more than I could handle (with composure at least).  I finished my first ultramarathon that day, but the wide-eyed little boy that started this train was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of 2007 brought me &lt;a href="http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/01/houston-marathon-42750.html"&gt;my Houston Marathon debut&lt;/a&gt;.  I ran a decent race but died at the end again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last came &lt;a href="http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/02/surfside-marathon-447-or-448-or.html"&gt;Surfside&lt;/a&gt;, and as raceday came, I felt unprepared again, as I always feel right beforehand.  It was windy, and I put my head down and trudged up my 13 miles into the wind.  I struggled through the tough miles, just long enough to get to the tipping point, where you are close enough to the finish that you don't need any glycogen anyway.  Close enough for the adrenaline to kick in.  For me this is about mile 23&amp;frac12;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you see the journey from boy to man, and ultimately to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%9Cbermensch"&gt;Übermensch&lt;/a&gt; you see today.  Weakness is no longer required in the house of Keith.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the end.  I'm now enjoying my post-breakfast ice cream sundae, contemplating what's next.  For a while I was debating only how fat I should get, and what type of eating contests should I enter.  But with a very long and steady run yesterday, I realize that I'm in decent shape.  It won't be long before I have a new goal and a new plan.  I've been home all day, and I'm even feeling a little couped up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-117123071212521484?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/117123071212521484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=117123071212521484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/117123071212521484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/117123071212521484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/02/tmc-recap-boy-superman.html' title='TMC Recap - Boy -&amp;gt; Man -&amp;gt; Superman'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-117116980635852185</id><published>2007-02-10T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:56:46.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfside Marathon - 4:47 or 4:48 or something</title><content type='html'>Hi America, how are you?  You look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a big question mark going into this race as to when I would finish.  I was looking back at my training log in the days before and it seemed the farthest I'd run since the Houston Marathon was 6.75 miles.  Changos!  I caught a cold a couple weeks ago and it severly interrupted the training I had planned for between marathons.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't feel like reading and just want to know if your faster or slower than me, I'll tell you.  I finished in 4:47 or 4:48, I think.  Houston and San Antonio were under 4:30, and I thought maybe I could run something comparable today, but the sand and the wind slowed me down.  In truth, I feel like this was a better race for me than either of those two.  I was tired, but aside from a few walks through some of the water stations to drink and to gel-up, I ran the whole way to the finish.  Both Houston and San Antonio (and of course Sunmart), the wheels came off near the end, and I had many unplanned stoppages, just because it was hurting too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to back up and tell you about my carbo-loading day too, because it was very nice.  We went to Maggiano's Little Italy, since I had a Chili's giftcard, and Maggiano's honors them too.  I had the biggest cube of lasagne ever created.  Plus there was a bowl of broccoli asiago soup which was excellent, and a creme brulee too.  It seems I've finally learned the capacity of my stomach (it's 6" x 6" x 6" + 250mL + a creme brulee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of familiar faces at this race, including Susan, Rick, Liane, Hugh, Vicky, Kevin, Tamsin, and Omar from the &lt;a href="http://www.clfitnessclub.org"&gt;CLFC&lt;/a&gt;.  Not to mention &lt;a href="http://blog.barbaraboone.com/"&gt;Barbara&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://atownrunner.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;Edwin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lifeshighway.blogspot.com/"&gt;June&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.dasmixture.typepad.com/"&gt;Jamoosh&lt;/a&gt; from the HRB.  There was even a professor from my school there running the half.  Incidently, did you know that Susan from CLFC is totally amazing?  She ran the RR100 miler last weekend to finish her Texas Trilogy and ran the marathon today as a recovery run.  You should check out &lt;a href="http://clfitnessclub.org/forum/viewtopic.php?p=341#341"&gt;her race report&lt;/a&gt; from last weeks 100 miler, she PR'd, despite being almost completely blind by the end of the race, due to an electrolyte imbalance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?  Ah yes.  &lt;br /&gt;It was a little cold and a little windy, but I think not as windy as last year, and the sand wasn't blowing like it was last year either.  I was prepared for the worst and brought 5 gels with me in case I was having a rough day.  I felt better than expected and postponed the first gel until after 16 miles, after the turnaround to head back to Stalman Park.  The turnaround to run with the wind for the last 10 miles made a huge difference, and I'm sure my pace in that part was faster than fighting the wind.  I don't know my splits since I forgot my watch again.  And this time, it left me totally in the dark, since nobody was calling out the times, except for one guy at the south turnaround, and that didn't really help because I didn't know the distance.  But it's funny, since three of the five marathons I've run for the &lt;a href="http://www.rogersoler.com/sbr_challenges.php"&gt;TMC&lt;/a&gt;, I've forgotten my watch.  By the time I was ready to finish this morning, I thought the time could be anywhere between 4:30 and 5:00.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I mentioned, I'm pretty happy with my time, and even though it's my second slowest marathon, I feel like it was my second best marathon effort, behind my &lt;a href="http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/10/endurance-50-texas.html"&gt;run with Dean&lt;/a&gt; in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm ready for some downtime, and I'll probably take a week off from runnizzing, and probably 5 or 6 months off from racing.  But I'm already looking forward to getting back to training.  December, or January, I'll see if I can't break four hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-117116980635852185?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/117116980635852185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=117116980635852185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/117116980635852185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/117116980635852185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/02/surfside-marathon-447-or-448-or.html' title='Surfside Marathon - 4:47 or 4:48 or something'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-117064810187464142</id><published>2007-02-04T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:15:55.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering from a cold</title><content type='html'>Here is how my recovery is progressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - 30 minutes swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - 30 minutes runnizzing on the bridge.  I felt terrible and stopped after only one loop.  I've been symptom free for several days, but it doesn't mean that I have enough energy to go past mile 1.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - 60 minutes runnizzlizzing.  Better.  I slept in and missed the group run, but I got an extra 5 hours sleep, which I think I needed.  I finally made it out to the Seabrook trails around 1PM.  It only occurs to me now that I was saying "good morning" to everybody and it wasn't even close to morning anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel strange from that time I worked out, which is like 12 days ago already.  Not sore, just very tight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's too bad the Colts win by more than 7.  I guess I'm out one dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-117064810187464142?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/117064810187464142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=117064810187464142&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/117064810187464142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/117064810187464142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/02/recovering-from-cold.html' title='Recovering from a cold'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-117010750188631551</id><published>2007-01-29T17:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:24:21.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>me - healthy &lt; ε</title><content type='html'>Okay, the corner I turned last week as I got healthy got unturned and I got real sick again, but then got returned and I'm approaching healthy once again. I'd say I'd be arbitrarily close to healthy tomorrow, and I'll start running again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the whole weekend off from running and from all strenuous activities and it seems I missed the last chance for a quality long run before the &lt;a href="http://www.surfsidemarathon.com"&gt;Surfside Marathizzon&lt;/a&gt;. I know it's my fifth marathon in five months, but I still feel guilty when I don't reach the goals of my training plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my certificate from Dean's Race in the mail last week. It looks pretty official, I don't think Roger Soler will have a problem attributing it to my TMC. And I also got my TMC singlet from Roger Soler and it's very nice. Weather permitting, I'll wear it next weekend in Surfside as I run straight into the history books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been thinking about the goals for next year, I have tons of ideas and many of them drift away never to return, so before I make them public, I usually wait until one of them digs a hole and solidifies itself in somewhere in my melonpulp.  So the plan is to follow one of the 'advanced' marathon plans, maybe Pfitzinger, and focus on a winter marathon, and shoot for the 3:50 - 4:00 range.  My PR is 4:17, so it seems like a good goal.  Let me know if you think it's too easy or too hard for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll plan to run &lt;a href="http://marathonsoftexas.com/"&gt;Marathons of Texas&lt;/a&gt;, and hopefully one of those three days, the weather will be good and the nine golden keffeshlumps will be vibrating at the perfect frequency, and I'll have a good race.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already a little excited about training for it, but I &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; start too early.  Any more than 6 months of focused training is just too much to ask.  I'll try to enjoy some down time and stay around 30 mpw for a while.  And no more racing for a while.  I like running aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, take care.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-117010750188631551?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/117010750188631551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=117010750188631551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/117010750188631551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/117010750188631551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-healthy.html' title='me - healthy &amp;lt; &amp;#949;'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116973613058028392</id><published>2007-01-25T08:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T08:42:12.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turned the corner</title><content type='html'>Well, I think I'm finally starting to get better.  I worked out way too much and got a cold at the same time, which left me almost incapacitated for all of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part was when I was hobbling home from work early, walking through the cold rain, hunched over from sore / tight muscles and shivering.  My abs were painfully sore and I couldn't stop shivering, it was so unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my cold isn't really better, just different, less headachey, more sore throaty.  And my muscles still hurt real bad, but at least I can use them, and getting off the sofa takes less than 10 minutes.  My friend Heather thought my condition was quite funny yesterday, and I have to agree, it was funny in a pathetic wet towel kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel compelled to warn you about something.  If you ever find yourself home in the middle of the day, there's a television show that is so horribly evil, just thinking of it now is bringing back all the pain of watching it.  It's called &lt;a href="http://www.gamesfever.tv/"&gt;Games Fever&lt;/a&gt; and it is the worst thing ever created, and I couldn't stop watching it.  The whole show was a game where people were calling in to read the evil hostess' mind.  She wrote down a word and you were supposed to guess it, and the clue was that it is part of the phrase "Back _".  So you call in and guess things like "back door" and "back hair" and that was the whole show - for 30 minutes.  And at least 3 people said "backstage" and each time she said it was a very very good guess.  And they take a caller only once every 3-4 minutes and the rest of the time the hostess is explaining the clue over and over and over.  It's so painful.  And then at the very end (as I mentioned, I couldn't stop watching it), she gave a clue so they would surely get it, so she said, "in a theater, this is the term for the seats lined up in the very back."  And they took one more caller and the caller said "backstage" and she said it was a very very good guess.  (Just so you can sleep tonight I'll tell you, it was "back row")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116973613058028392?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116973613058028392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116973613058028392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116973613058028392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116973613058028392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/01/turned-corner.html' title='Turned the corner'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116961546650890570</id><published>2007-01-23T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:11:06.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First time weight training...</title><content type='html'>oh no.  I am sore.  I can barely lift my arms.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked out this morning for the first time in several years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been meaning to add some weight training but was having difficulty actually getting around to it.  I did the bench press and the pulldowns and all the different varieties of pushing and pulling.  And some core exercises.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel terrible.  Not just because of the fatigue and soreness, but I think I'm coming down with a cold.  It's not that bad yet, but everything feels a little too bright and a little too loud and I'm kind of achey all over.  I'm sick of the cold rain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there are more minor annoyances to complain about, but I needsy my sleepy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116961546650890570?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116961546650890570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116961546650890570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116961546650890570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116961546650890570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-time-weight-training.html' title='First time weight training...'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116950929716809743</id><published>2007-01-22T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:46:44.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo-Yo Rocks</title><content type='html'>Since I posted on Wednesday, I think I've done some running.  I must have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I ran on Saturday, 6.75 miles with the club.  It seemed like everybody had some extra energy that day and were trying to drop me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I run another day too?  I think so, maybe Friday?  I remember running by those crazy Jack Russel terriers one day, so I think it was probably 4.4 miles on Friday morning.  Ah yes, now I remember, I was going to run Thursday night, but instead, we got tickets to see &lt;a href="http://www.yo-yoma.com/"&gt;Yo-Yo&lt;/a&gt; play with the Houston Symphony, so I ran Friday morning - my 4.4 mile route that goes by the Jack Russel house.  Incidentally, Yo-Yo Rocks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I ran this morning and I felt really strong.  I think I was going fast, but I didn't have my watch, so who knows.  I haven't worn my watch in a long time, now that I want to use it I can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my club had a party on Saturday night, and everybody was going to be there, even my long lost friend Tonia, and there was going to be a slideshow and catered food and everything, but I didn't make it there because I'm stupid.  I copied the map and left off the label for one street - which totally messed everything up because there were like one hundred other possible streets, so I drove around like a drunken fool in the rain for at least 90 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI:  Emails from the &lt;a href="http://www.surfsidemarathon.com"&gt;Surfside Marathon&lt;/a&gt; say they're more than 72% full, when last week they were 62% full, so if you're thinking about registering, you should probably do it this week.  Plus, I've been telling people to register before it fills up for a couple days already.  I already told &lt;a href="http://www.clfitnessclub.org"&gt;my entire club&lt;/a&gt; and my friend &lt;a href="http://www.damianpenny.com/archived/tienanmen.jpg"&gt;Yong&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116950929716809743?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116950929716809743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116950929716809743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116950929716809743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116950929716809743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/01/yo-yo-rocks.html' title='Yo-Yo Rocks'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116907943278393614</id><published>2007-01-17T18:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:17:12.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to running...</title><content type='html'>What I'd really like to do for the new look, since I've learned php and have been experimenting with the club's blog, I'd like to extend WordPress to add Running Log functionality to it, so you could easily post your training plan and log mileage and times and it will draw some graphs and stuff.  I'll never have enough time to do that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran 3 easy miles yesterday and felt pretty good.  Much better than after the other marathons.  I'm getting excited about the Surfside Marathon.  Somehow, I've become reenergized, without a long break as I thought I'd need.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116907943278393614?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116907943278393614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116907943278393614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116907943278393614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116907943278393614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-running.html' title='Back to running...'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116907906356422128</id><published>2007-01-17T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:11:03.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My new look.</title><content type='html'>As you may have noticed, keithrselassie.blogspot.com has undergone a bit of a redesign, or more like an undesign.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was, I was chatting with the dudes from Earthlink over the internet about how they wanted to charge me $21.95 for dialup service.  And since that's way too much for dialup, and since new subscribers get it for $9.95 for three months with no commitment, I thought maybe I could get the newbie deal since I've been with them for several years.  But no, newbies get a good deal, I get a thumb in the eye.  So I cancelled it and I didn't even think about it, but all my webspace with all my images for the backgrounds and everything else went up in smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have everything on my computer, but I figured it's time for a change anyway.  I'll slowly start adding all new bells and whistles as necessary.  MonkeyBuddha probably won't be back, but I'm sure there will be other Monkey-related add-ins.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116907906356422128?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116907906356422128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116907906356422128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116907906356422128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116907906356422128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-look.html' title='My new look.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116899282694804656</id><published>2007-01-16T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T18:13:46.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston Marathon - 4:27:50</title><content type='html'>The Houston Marathon was very nice.  I was looking forward to this race for a long time.  It burned me up last year and the year before at this time, when all those people were running like crizzazy and I wasn't fit enough for the full.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had very little trouble until mile 20 or so, then it was difficult, as it should be.  I felt better than expected, and I was worried because I haven't run as much as I would have liked since Sunmart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very nice to run here, with so many people that I know.  It was like "this is your running life" for me as I saw almost everybody I've ever run with.  You guys rock, you know.  And this city rocks too.  I like so many things about Houston, it's become my home, and I was happy to run through the whole town in one day - the Heights, Rice Village, West University, the Galleria, Tanglewood, Memorial, Downtown, very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty good right now, better than usual for two days after the marathon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for &lt;a href="http://surfsidemarathon.com/"&gt;Surfside&lt;/a&gt; this morning, so it's decided, this is the last one for the &lt;a href="http://www.rogersoler.com/sbr_challenges.php"&gt;TMC&lt;/a&gt;!!!  I'm ready to be finished.  I'm looking forward to a long period of aimless running with no goals or races or anything - just running for the sake of running - maybe another 6 month streak :).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of ideas for next year's racing.  I saw the &lt;a href="http://marathonsoftexas.com/"&gt;Marathons of Texas&lt;/a&gt; jacket at the Expo, and it's really nice.  It's very appealing to run those three.  It seems like my base should be solid by now, so maybe I can think about some speedwork for next year.  The question is, "do I go farther? or do I go faster?"  (by faster I mean a faster marathon - not like a 5K, those still seem like cruel and unusual punishment for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come... (really, I promise)&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116899282694804656?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116899282694804656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116899282694804656&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116899282694804656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116899282694804656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/01/houston-marathon-42750.html' title='Houston Marathon - 4:27:50'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116879656859042828</id><published>2007-01-14T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T11:42:48.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chevron Houston Marathon Athlete Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Keith Kelleher, 04:27:50 (NET) @ finish, Pace 10:12&lt;br /&gt;Powered by Chevron.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116879656859042828?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116879107826364853</id><published>2007-01-14T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T10:11:18.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chevron Houston Marathon Athlete Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Keith Kelleher, 03:06:10 (NET) @ 30k, Pace 9:59, Predicted 04:21:44.&lt;br /&gt;Powered by Chevron.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116879107826364853?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116879107826364853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116879107826364853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116879107826364853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116879107826364853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/01/chevron-houston-marathon-a_116879107826364853.html' title='Chevron Houston Marathon Athlete Alert'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116878769901764466</id><published>2007-01-14T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T09:14:59.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chevron Houston Marathon Athlete Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Keith Kelleher, 02:09:46 (NET) @ Half, Pace 9:53, Predicted 04:19:07.&lt;br /&gt;Powered by Chevron.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116878769901764466?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116878769901764466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116878769901764466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116878769901764466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116878769901764466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/01/chevron-houston-marathon-athlete-alert_14.html' title='Chevron Houston Marathon Athlete Alert'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116878373348249899</id><published>2007-01-14T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T08:08:53.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chevron Houston Marathon Athlete Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Keith Kelleher, 01:03:10 (NET) @ 10k, Pace 10:09, Predicted 04:26:06.&lt;br /&gt;Powered by Chevron.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116878373348249899?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116878373348249899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116878373348249899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116878373348249899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116878373348249899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/01/chevron-houston-marathon-athlete-alert.html' title='Chevron Houston Marathon Athlete Alert'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116853989181477519</id><published>2007-01-11T17:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:24:51.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting nervous...</title><content type='html'>It's a very exciting time to be a runner in Houston.  Pasta Parties, Packet Pickup's, EXPO's, trying to relax, trying to distract myself.  I'm happy to be in marathon shape (or at least close enough).  I remember past years, when I wasn't and I'd be all jealous of the people who could run the whole way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to do this Saturday.  I need an oil change and I have to go to the store and buy a power drill and a coffee maker, and I have to clean my house a little, and fix my couch with my new power drill, and I think I might just blow it all off and do that stuff on Monday.  I should just be lazy and laze around the house and watch movies and do lazy guy stuff.  I had to put together another piece of Ikea furniture for one of my old lady friends again last weekend, and it takes a couple hours and tires me out.  If she comes by again, I think I won't even answer it.  And I even told her last weekend, I said, "I don't have a lot of time today," but then she just gave me some list of restrictions to her own schedule, none of which actually gave me more time, and I eventually gave up and said "okay, I'll do it."  And then she said she'd give me 55$ to put together the bed and to move her gigantic hide-a-bed couch, and by the end, I guess she forgot how much she said because it turned into 30$, and she even said 25$ at one point in the conversation.  But she only had 20's so she'll give me 10 more at a later time maybe.  Anyway, I've been amusing myself endlessly, everytime I see her, by mumbling under my breath, "bitch owes me money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry about that.  You shouldn't have gotten me started talking about the old ladies.  What was I talking about?  I don't even remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been running.&lt;br /&gt;8 miles with the club, as we taper.&lt;br /&gt;7.3 miles while I did my laundry on Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;6 miles last night at Mizzorial Pizzark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably run 3 easy miles tomorrow morning, pickup my packet at lunchtime, carbo-load with the bloggers at the pisketti warehouse, and on Saturday, I'll be lazy and watch movies and eat bananas.  Sunday, I'll shock the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  I'll probably be better about blogging from now on, probably.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116853989181477519?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116853989181477519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116853989181477519&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116853989181477519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116853989181477519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-getting-nervous.html' title='I&apos;m getting nervous...'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116853708189630030</id><published>2007-01-11T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T11:38:01.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chevron Houston Marathon Runner Update Network brought to you by Best Buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Thank you for signing up to receive free runner updates on race day. 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I flew in early this morning and had lunch with my Mom at a new place here in town called &lt;a href="http://www.gomongo.com/"&gt;bd's&lt;/a&gt;, which seems very trendy.  They have a type of salad bar, where you get a bunch of veggies and a bunch of raw meat and some kind of sauce and you give it to the dudes and they throw it on the big hot thing and cook it up right in front of you.  I've been to a similar place down at the end of Todville Road in Seabrook.  Then I spent the afternoon at my gramma's house helping her bake her cookies and eating lots of the cookies she baked already.  (I remember one year she made the cookies too early and had to remake them all by Christmas because we ate them all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I wasn't going to have a lot of time for running today so I ran 10.1 miles last night before I left.  It was the farthest I've run by myself in a long long time.  I've become so dependent on the group for the long runs, and I had some difficulty around 7 miles.  I thought, "i'm out of shape...  i should quit...  there's no point struggling through it because pretending to be in shape doesn't mean I'm actually in shape..."  I can be very persuasive, but I planned ahead for those mental bugs and picked a route that has no shortcuts.  (Sometimes I think my strength as a runner is planning things so I don't need to be strong - does that count?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad to have my trusty laptop and broadband access.  Tomorrow's a big day.  So much time and so little to do...  wait...  strike that... reverse it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Tomatito y Michel Camilo - Blue Bossa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116676243638126497?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116676243638126497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116676243638126497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116676243638126497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116676243638126497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/12/sunny-florida.html' title='Sunny Florida'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116650700093021597</id><published>2006-12-18T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:44:20.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth about Santa ! ! !</title><content type='html'>Caution : This isn't for little kids.  It isn't for grown-ups either.  It's &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; disturbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was contemplating the old question about the logistics of one man making so many deliveries in just one night.  The standard solution about using the time-zones just doesn't seem sufficient to deliver all those packages to all those little boys and girls in one night.  And I got to thinking, maybe Santa outsources some of it.  So I was a-researchin' in the old Wikipedia, and Wiki says that indeed, some countries like Belgium and the Netherlands get their packages from somebody named Sinterklaas, and other countries get their packages from somebody else.  For example : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Afghanistan : Baba Chaghaloo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brazil : Papai Noel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hungary : Mikulás&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ireland : Daidí na Nollaig&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mexico : El Niñito Dios&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Romania : Moş Crăciun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;South Africa : Vader Kersfees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;United Kingdom : Father Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know some of those are probably just different names for the same dude, but they can't all be him, so I thought I figured it out that there is indeed some outsourcing going on.  And I thought it was really cool that both Romania and South Africa get their presents from Star Wars characters.  But I read this again and I thought, "Hold the Phone!  El Niñito Dios!  Mexico gets presents from El Niñito Dios?"  And it turns out that it's true!  Mexico, Colombia, the Czech Republic, they get presents directly from the baby Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's where things fell apart for me.  Is it possible that Santa outsources extra packages to the Baby Jesus?  No way!  &lt;em&gt;Santa&lt;/em&gt; is the outsource.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you see what's happened.  Baby Jesus neglects us and Christmas becomes more about the delivery guy than the birthday Boy.  We can laugh at the na&amp;iuml;ve Melanesian cargo cults who worship the airplanes that dropped supplies during WWII, but are we any different?  We're the most rediculous of them all.  Why don't we forget Santa and put up figurines of the UPS man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it begs the larger question.  Why don't we get personal deliveries like the Czechs?  I thought we were His favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran 4 miles this evening.  Felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Bj&amp;ouml;rk - Aeroplane (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;One word, one word, on the phone makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116650700093021597?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116650700093021597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116650700093021597&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116650700093021597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116650700093021597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/12/truth-about-santa.html' title='The Truth about Santa ! ! !'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116642030145962889</id><published>2006-12-17T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:38:21.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updizzin the Runnizzin</title><content type='html'>I was feeling recovered on Wednesday so I headed out for an easy 3 miler.  Shortly after starting I learned that I wasn't really recovered afterall.  Nothing hurt, but I definitely didn't have any energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Saturday, I felt much better.  I ran part of the club's 21 miler, about 9 miles total, and all was well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was extra lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Pepe Habichuela - Habichuela En Rama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116642030145962889?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116642030145962889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116642030145962889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116642030145962889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116642030145962889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/12/updizzin-runnizzin.html' title='Updizzin the Runnizzin'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116588295527513446</id><published>2006-12-11T17:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:25:14.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunmart 50K</title><content type='html'>Sunmart 50K!  Whoo hoo!  I finished it in about 6 hours and 46 minutes.  It was a lot slower than I expected, but I totally underestimated how much harder it would be off the roads.  And from what I've heard it's not really that difficult as far as trail running goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night at the pasta party, I was hanging out, looking for somebody I know and couldn't find anybody, so I sat down with two guys and chatted about running and stuff.  They told me where to run in California and in Michigan, and I told them where to run in Houston.  I could tell that they were much more experienced than me and it seemed that they were probably pretty good athletes.  Turns out, Jasper from California came in 12th in the 50 miler, and Jim from Michigan won the 50K!  They didn't tell me they were &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; good.  And I was talking to them and totally feeling like crap because these guys were really fit, and meanwhile I'm one of those guys you can't even tell is a runner without seeing him run.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the race was difficult.  Even as early as the 8 mile mark, it was difficult.  Most of the aid stations are usually 2 to 3 miles apart, but for some reason it felt like forever.  I was trying to calculate when I'd reach the next one, but since I was going a lot slower than usual, I couldn't do it.  But those aid-stations are awesome - everything you can find at a Sunmart, you can find at the aid-station - my favorites were the fig newtons and the oreos and the gum drops and the little peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and the pretzels and the granola bars.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end I was happy anytime I managed to string together more than 5 minutes of running at a time.  :)  It was hard, and with the terrain, it was a danger anytime to step on uneven ground, since my legs and ankles were fatigued to the point that it was hard to stay in control.  And a couple times I kicked the invisible tree root and went flying, never falling all the way, but flailing wildly, doing crazy crazy things to stay upright.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciated the encouragement on the course.  &lt;a href="http://www.seabrookmarathon.org"&gt;SLTM&lt;/a&gt; race director Robby Sabban assured me that I probably wasn't going to die.  I think &lt;a href="http://humblerunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bill&lt;/a&gt; said something similar - I hung out and talked to Bill for a minute or so because he's cool, but also because he's trained in emergency medicine.  And it was good to share complaints with &lt;a href="http://woodlandsrunner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holden&lt;/a&gt; out on the course.  If I were him, I'd have mailed the chip back.  :)  There were also some peeps running the 50 miler encourageing me at the end, when they still had another loop to do.  One guy said, "alright buddy, it's barbecue time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely the hardest race I've done.  It only took 24 hours for me to want to do it again.  Especially since I think I'm going to give the afghan to somebody for Christmas so I'll have to run it again if I want one for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things I learned in my first ultramarathon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The trails are difficult, &lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt; harder than I expected.  Especially for a delicate city-boy like me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Huntsville State Park is beautiful.  I wish I could have meandered around more and enjoyed them, but if you don't focus on the roots, you're going to hit the ground.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really am recovering faster than after a marathon, but during the race it was harder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can put a chicken breast and a hamburger on the same bun.  (Not that it's much better than the sum of the parts, but it is a nice protein delivery vehicle.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Cat Stevens - Miles from Nowhere (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Look up at that mountain, I have to climb.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116588295527513446?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116588295527513446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116588295527513446&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116588295527513446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116588295527513446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/12/sunmart-50k.html' title='Sunmart 50K'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116536327589792399</id><published>2006-12-05T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T18:01:16.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know ! ! !</title><content type='html'>I'm like the worst blogger in the history of really bad bloggers!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still running, but mostly just the important runs, without most of the junk miles in between that I love so much.  In truth, I've been struggling a little - too much racing I think.  I miss the days of the racing moratorium and the running streak, and the loads and loads of useless miles that made me fitter than ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last post, I ran 3 good loops on Se&amp;ntilde;or Bridgio last Thursday and a good 14 miler last Saturday.  I'm going to Memorial Park tonight for 4-5 miles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...  Ah yes, I was running down on the Seabrook Trails on Sunday night, and I was running by that part by the gazebo and I was thinking about the little lake that is back off the trails.  You know, the trails are nice, but sometimes they creep me out.  Like those wierd cows that I see sometimes across Pine Gully - they just stare at me the whole time, and they're really skinny, you can see their whole skeleton - it's wierd.  And the wild pigs occasionally freak me out too.  One time, I was running by and there was a big black pig on the ridge looking at me, and all he did was snort a little and run away, but the size of him and how quickly he can move makes me uneasy.  Anyways, I was running by the gazebo, by the turnoff to that creepy lake - oh yeah, there's a wierd creepy lake off the trails to the west, and I went there one time, and there's a small lake that was perfectly still, and the water was bright green, and there was a bunch of lilly pads.  It was kind of beautiful, but still kind of creepy, and then there's like a little rusty old shack that's there too that creeps me out even more.  Anyway, I was telling my friend about the creepy lake, and how it seems haunted and how there's a creepy old shack there and it's probably haunted too, and to be honest, I was trying to freak her out a little, but I ended up totally freaking myself out.  I mentioned how it is perfectly still and how there are no animals anywhere around it.  And on Sunday, I ran really late and it was dark by the time I was returning back and running by that stretch, and I couldn't see very much, and I was thinking about that haunted lake and the haunted shack, and I heard some noise from on the ridge, but it was dark and couldn't see into the trees at all, and then as loud and obvious as anything can be, I heard one of those pigs squeal at me, and I took off and ran like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, the Sunmart 50K is this Saturday, and I'm a little worried.  The fourteen miler last week was easy, but I'm still worried.  That was the longest run since the San Antonio Marathon, and it seems the mental barriers have been rebuilt a little.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't worry.  Maybe it will be easy.  Perhaps I'll run my first ultramarathon without effort and be relaxed and refreshed at the end, and ready for another loop.  Hmmm...  Perhaps.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: The Killers - Bones (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But the message relayed is the same;  Wait till tomorrow, you'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116536327589792399?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116536327589792399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116536327589792399&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116536327589792399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116536327589792399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-know.html' title='I know ! ! !'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116468940712732642</id><published>2006-11-27T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:57:07.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is there a hole in my brain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-style:none;" src="http://home.earthlink.net/~manofaction99/images/brain-horizontal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I volunteered for an MRI study at Baylor College of Medicine, where they give you a couple bucks and a copy of the structural data for your brain.  It was an interesting experience, I've never had an MRI before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but even I can see that there's a big hole in my brain!  What's up with that?!?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I do study neurobiology myself, so I know there's supposed to be some fluid filled ventricles that run through the brain, so I guess it's normal to see.  So, maybe there's supposed to be a hole there, but then what's up with the 'lack of hole' on the other side?  There's either too much hole on one side, or not enough hole on the other side.  Something ain't wright.  And is it me or does it look like the right side is trying to take over some territory from the left side?  &lt;img style="float:left;margin-top:15px;border-style:none;margin-right:15px;" src="http://home.earthlink.net/~manofaction99/images/brain-saggital.jpg"&gt;And is my skull supposed to be so lumpy?  The side view shows there's a big lump on the top of my head too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I can feel that there's something a little more 'holey' on the left side.  Or maybe it feels a little less 'holey' on the right side.  And sometimes I don't remember people's names and sometimes I can't remember some of the details about the things I learned in colege.  Occasionelly I seem to have some trouble with abstraktergedanke.  And one time I was watching something on televisiona nd during the comercial I started changing channels and I totlaly forgot what I was watching and I coundn't find it again.  Now that I'm thinking of it, it was Smallville.  Maybe I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Cat Stevens - Miles From Nowhere (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;'cause I'll drink to you, my baby&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116468940712732642?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116468940712732642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116468940712732642&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116468940712732642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116468940712732642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-is-there-hole-in-my-brain.html' title='Why is there a hole in my brain?'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116423498324675620</id><published>2006-11-22T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:53:44.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jell-O Turkey - Jell-O Turkey - Jell-O Turkey</title><content type='html'>People seemed to like the Jello Turkey last year, so here you go.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daniellespencer.com/graphics/projects/various/jello_turkey/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.daniellespencer.com/graphics/projects/various/jello_turkey/jello_turkey_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may post something soon.  Times are rough with my running.  I've got a bit of a pain in my quadricep ever since San Antonio.  It's not too bad, but I've cut back on my running.  I'm not sure I'll be able to get another 20+ miler in.  I ran Saturday, an easy 6 miles, and it was okay.  The best thing was that my buddy Robby Sabban, race director extraordinaire for the &lt;a href="http://www.seabrookmarathon.org/"&gt;Seabrook Marathon&lt;/a&gt;, heard me complaining about not finding a hat to replace my NYCM hat, so he tracked one down for me that says "San Antonio Road Runners."  Thanks Robby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, the &lt;a href="http://www.seabrookmarathon.org/"&gt;Seabrook Marathon&lt;/a&gt; has added another half marathon on Saturday so you can have that option too.  You can even run the half on Saturday and either another half or the full on Sunday and get a third medal, kind of like the Goofy Race at Disney.  There's lots of cool stuff in the goodie bag, like a running hat, and trail running socks, and of course there's a shirt (a tech shirt) - all you need to bring is your shoes and a pair of shorts or something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suckered a couple of the people I work with into running the relay with me, and they've been training too.  I still have to rope one more carcass into running or else I may have to run 2 legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Beck - Nausea (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I eat alone in the desert;  With skulls for my pets&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116423498324675620?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116423498324675620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116423498324675620&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116423498324675620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116423498324675620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/11/jell-o-turkey-jell-o-turkey-jell-o.html' title='Jell-O Turkey - Jell-O Turkey - Jell-O Turkey'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116363805383875916</id><published>2006-11-15T17:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:54:06.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>San Antonio Marathon - 4:29:06</title><content type='html'>Here we are at the start, from left to right, there's me, &lt;a href="http://woodlandsrunner.blogspot.com"&gt;Holden&lt;/a&gt;, Phyllis, Tonia, and Rex, chilling out before the start, talking trash, guaranteeing crazy crazy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-style:none" src="http://home.earthlink.net/~manofaction99/images/meholdenphyllistoniaandrex.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did many things wrong the morning before the race, including not giving myself enough time to get to the start, not bringing enough money for parking ($10!), not having any suitable food before the race, not having any gels or anything to bring, and forgetting my watch.  I got there only 20 minutes or so before the start, but it was enough time to find my buddy Holden, and my other buddies Phyllis, Rex, Tonia and Bart, and chit chat a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the San Antonio course.  The first part is around about the downtown area that squiggles around for about 4 miles before heading South.  Some people don't like it when there's a lot of turns, but I do, it keeps things interesting.  The majority of the course is South of downtown and passes by the missions.  The scenery is nice and a lot of it is much like the bayous of Houston.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran the splits of a veteran marathoner, with &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; even pace for the two halves (2:14:25 for the 1st half and 2:14:42 for the 2nd half), and since I was telling people I wanted to run around 4:30, it &lt;em&gt;seems as though&lt;/em&gt; I'm pretty freaking awesome.  If you'd like to believe that then skip down to where it says "Overall, it was a great time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I wanted to run a 4:20, and I had two major problems slowing me down, one in each half of the race.  In the first half, I had some issues with my stomach and had a lot of trouble finding my rhythm for the first 11 miles.  Perhaps it was the Powerade and the candybar that I grabbed at a convenience store.  I eventually got over it and felt better, and the splits from the race do show that I had a section in the middle where I was running about 30 seconds per mile faster than the beginning or the end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border-style:none;float:left;margin-right:15px" src="http://home.earthlink.net/~manofaction99/images/me_in_sanantonio.jpg" width="180"&gt;In the second half, about mile 22 or 23, I ran out of gas and crashed.  I'd muster up some gumption to run again, and about a quarter to a half mile later, I'd walk.  When my heart rate slowed down again, I'd do it all over again.  The problem, I think, was just plain-old lack of fitness.  I hadn't run anything longer than the Houston Half Marathon since the last marathon, and I think I should have.  Perhaps my problems could have been masked a little better if I had brought my own gels, but I was relying on those from the water stations, and they were not always available when I needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a great time.  I'd like to do this race again.  And for the next race, I know what I can do better:  prepare food and money for the morning before, bring my own gels and maybe water, and run some more long runs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.petroleumwholesale.com/sunmart.web/race/default.aspx"&gt;Sunmart 50K&lt;/a&gt; is only 3 and a half weeks away already.  It seems very short.  I'd like to do another long run before then, maybe 20-22 miles, and it would have to be next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border-style:none" src="http://home.earthlink.net/~manofaction99/images/phyllis-rex-keith-tonia-aft.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is the gang from the CLFC, chilling out by the finish line with their aches and their pains and their medals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: The Killers - When You Were Young (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Can we climb this mountain? I don't know;  Higher now than ever before, I know we can make it if we take it slow.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on please.&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116363805383875916?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116363805383875916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116363805383875916&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116363805383875916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116363805383875916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/11/san-antonio-marathon-42906.html' title='San Antonio Marathon - 4:29:06'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116328869709208134</id><published>2006-11-11T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:49:38.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>San Antonio Expo</title><content type='html'>It's impossible to not get excited in this environment.  Race numbers, chips, tee-shirts, the smell of determination fills the air.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the expo, I found some free copies of &lt;a href="http://www.insidetexasrunning.com/"&gt;Inside Texas Running&lt;/a&gt;, and I picked one up, happy to see it was the issue with my race report from my little run with Dean.  I wandered around a little and, low and behold, I stumbled on some free copies of &lt;a href="http://www.insidetexasrunning.com/"&gt;Inside Texas Running&lt;/a&gt;, and I picked one up, or accidentally two.  Later on, I grabbed another.  I chatted a little with Roger Soler and told him I registered for the &lt;a href="http://rogersoler.com/sbr_challenges.php"&gt;TMC&lt;/a&gt;, and mentioned my concerns about Dean's run qualifying for the TMC.  The conversation was a little confusing, so I don't know if it's going to count or not.  Dean told me they would send a finisher's certificate, but I'm not sure if it will certify what I need it to certify.  I'm starting to believe that, by the end of the season, I'm going to have to run 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to find a hat that says San Antonio Marathon, but never found one.  My hat from the NYCM isn't even blue anymore, it's in pretty bad shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tee-shirt for the marathoners is beautiful, my favorite race shirt ever.  It's dark green with a tan and brown depiction of the missions on the front and it says:&lt;p align="center"&gt;SAN ANTONIO MARATHON 2006&lt;br&gt;marathon of the americas&lt;/p&gt;And on the back, nothing.  No collage of tiny logos, it's very nice.  Usually, I wind up wearing a race shirt when it's the last clean thing in my closet, but this one I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, San Antonio Rocks!  I'll have to come back just to waste time and check out the restaurants and stuff.  Downtown is very cool, and there's music audible at every block.  Every so often, the crowds reveal a person, maybe a man or a woman, young or old, but they all share the same look of purpose, and, of course, the same little grey bag, with the same complement of coupons and raceday goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got about an hour and a half until spaghetti-o'clock with a small group from the CLFC.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: some guy in some bar - You May Be Right (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I've been stranded in the combat zone, I walked through Bedford-Sty alone.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116328869709208134?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116328869709208134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116328869709208134&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116328869709208134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116328869709208134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/11/san-antonio-expo.html' title='San Antonio Expo'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116266653710704065</id><published>2006-11-04T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:55:37.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean v. Lance</title><content type='html'>This morning was the last group run, a little 8 miler, as we taper.  It was the first time back with the group since my last marathon, and it occurred to me, some people that promised me hugs, didn't pay up (Brenda, Vicki, am I forgetting somebody?).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next Sunday, I'll run marathon #2 out of 5 for the &lt;a href="http://rogersoler.com/sbr_challenges.php"&gt;Texas Marathon Challenge&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.samarathon.org/"&gt;San Antonio&lt;/a&gt;!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set your VCRs.  Tomorrow (Sunday), NBC, 12:30-1:30 PM, &lt;a href="http://www.chrontv.meevee.com/program/programDetails.aspx?pid=500000003638835&amp;eid=66687129"&gt;NYCM highlight show&lt;/a&gt;.  Lance Armstrong is trying to break 3 hours supposedly, although, if he's like me, maybe he has an easy public goal and a challenging private goal.  Incidentally, my goal for San Antonio is to finish in ten and a half hours.  My old buddy &lt;a href="http://www.ultramarathonman.com/flash/"&gt;Dean Karnazes&lt;/a&gt;, finishing up his &lt;a href="http://www.endurance50.com/"&gt;50 marathons in 50 days&lt;/a&gt;.  I would like to see how fast he can run it after all this.  Can he beat Lance?  (I think he can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was there.  I was there last year, injured.  Perhaps someday, I'll make a triumphant return to NY, and I'll win it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Nirvana - Stay Away (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, Pay up!&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116266653710704065?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116266653710704065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116266653710704065&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116266653710704065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116266653710704065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/11/dean-v-lance.html' title='Dean v. Lance'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116236464359262067</id><published>2006-10-31T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:04:03.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Above average run at the Houston Half.</title><content type='html'>When I woke up on Sunday morning, I had no clear goal for the race.  I thought about running it easy.  I even thought about running it in my Forrest Gump costume.  My PR was 2 hours, 0 minutes, and 16.9 seconds from two years ago, and I did think that I could probably break it without too much difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I'd try to break 2 hours, and so it probably wouldn't be comfortable to run in costume.  But then I thought, as long as I'm not going to run in costume, why don't I just Rock and Roll like nobody ever has before?  Why don't I lace up my golden shoes with my golden laces and blow everybody's minds?  Why don't I shock the world and run like a great and magestic golden firebird?  Why not?  Why don't I put on my shoes and fly?  I'm fit like never before.  And so, I was determined... This day, my feets would inspire the world.  Who knows, I might even break the 50th percentile in my age group!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of the race, I was trying to run on pace for 2 hours even.  I had my GPS with me, so I knew the first few miles were right on pace.  Before too long, I was seeing splits around 8:40, and I'm pretty bad at judging my pace, but I can usually tell if the level of effort is something I can stand for a given amount of time.  It didn't seem too difficult, so I decided to stick with that level of effort.  I didn't consciously pick up speed, but some of the later miles, around 8-9, I saw a couple splits around 8:00 and one at 7:44, and I thought there might be something wrong with my watch - but the distances were consistent with the mile markers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around this time that I was finishing up my second loop, and I had a prime viewing location to see Sean Wade cross the finish line in front.  I'm happy to say that I didn't get lapped - I was about 2 seconds away from it, but it didn't happen.  I saw him again around mile 11 marker as he was warming down, and congratulated him, he told me "Keep it up.  Two to go."  He was accurate, there was about 2 miles to go, and the time was 1:34 - 16 minutes away from a 1:50 half marathon.  That was something I hadn't really considered as a possibility before the race.  I thought I might be able to handle a 1:55 if I had a good day.  I reallocated a small amount of sugar to my brain to crunch the numbers, and I saw that if I had a couple more 7:40's I could break 1:50.  So I beared down, did my EQ impression, and I ran the last two in 7:41 and 7:35.  I crossed the finish line at 1:49:35.7 with a 10+ minute PR, and I was probably the most surprised person in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very good race, and doing multiple loops isn't bad like I thought it would be.  It's kind of nice to get to see everybody multiple times.  And I like the fact that it's the inaugural half marathon, I always wanted to get in on the ground floor of a race and run it every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day.  And did you see my friends Linda and Brenda from the CLFC?  They were the two fabulous babes in bikini's cheering everybody on, I looked forward to seeing them every lap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see everybody again.  It seems like it's been a long time.  Jen, Holden, Jessica, June, Jon, Edwin, Vic, Steve, Joe, Bill - you guys ROCK!  And I saw Lisa out there briefly, but I was running and didn't realize it was her until too late, and Erin cheering me on each lap as well - thanks E.  Where was Barbara?  and JD &amp; J?  I guess I missed them, I assume they still ROCK!, but I can't be sure since I didn't see them directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Sponge - Molly (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sixteen candles down the drain.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116236464359262067?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116236464359262067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116236464359262067&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116236464359262067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116236464359262067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/10/above-average-run-at-houston-half.html' title='Above average run at the Houston Half.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116205995895833388</id><published>2006-10-28T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T13:26:27.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discounts and Medals...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm in.  I signed up for the Houston Half yesterday evening.  I have to say the thing that affected my decision the most was the discount I was promised by Vic, and the medal I was promised by Barbara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be good.  Since I ran out of gas on Thursday morning, I've been gradually feeling better, and I'm starting to feel the itch to run again.  I'm not clear on what my goal is.  I think I might be in shape for a PR, but the real goal is San Antonio in just two weeks.  But then again, two weeks should be long enough for me to recover, should I decide to run it strongly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also considering running in costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Ben Folds Five - Philosophy (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;And you were laughing at my helmet hat;  Laughing at my torch;  Go ahead and laugh all you want;  I got my philosophy&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116205995895833388?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116205995895833388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116205995895833388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116205995895833388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116205995895833388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/10/discounts-and-medals_28.html' title='Discounts and Medals...'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116191575820417337</id><published>2006-10-26T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:22:38.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna see me do the bee dance?</title><content type='html'>Okay, since I can't run anymore, I can blog about something else that I think is really cool, and once in a while somebody says they like to read about the science on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended another interesting seminar yesterday, this time it was about honeybees, and the way they communicate and the way the make decisions.  I don't know how much you know about this, but honeybees can communicate the location of a food source to other bees by doing a little dance.  They wiggle around and walk in one direction, and the length of their dance is proportional to the distance of the food source, and the angle they move in is equal to the direction of the food with respect to the sun.  There's a little video of it on youtube, it's adorable : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7ijI-g4jHg"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;.  So, in this way they can communicate the direction and the distance of the food they found to all the other bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also do the same dance when they're moving to a new home, and they find a good site for their hive, and they want to tell everybody about it.  It's pretty interesting because they all move together, and their decision making process is very efficient, as they &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; choose the best option.  (They have very well defined preferences for their homesite - they prefer large volume cavities, with small entrances, that are high off the ground)  The guy presented their strategies in the context that we could learn a thing or two when we have to make our own decisions as a group.  How often does a group of people choose the best option?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have scout bees that go out, and find sites, and return and tell everybody where they are.  Initially there are lots of different sites, and some bees are doing their little dances for a variety of them, but dancing for the best sites persists and eventually everybody is dancing for the same site.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some key points to their decision making process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are a lot of options initially, everything is considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No bee ever dances for a site without visiting it herself.  So, there's no conformity for conformity's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They take their time to decide.  They have to take their time, only the scout bees are prepared for long distance flight.  Everybody else is semi-dormant and just hanging out, and they can't just jump up and fly off the moment one bee comes back and is fired up and in love with some particular site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The scouts report their opinion of a site a few times, but then they stop.  Good ideas persist by the action of other bees, who have visited the site themselves and agree that it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They wait for a fairly high quorum before they begin preparing for flight.  By the end, 80-100% of the scouts are in agreement as to which way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's interesting anyways.  There's nobody making the final decision, they decide together, and they make the right choice.  There's also some interesting things about how they know &lt;em&gt;when&lt;/em&gt; it's time to finally pick up an go too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still don't know what I'll do about the race on Sunday.  One downside to running as much as I have in the past few days is that I don't ever want to run ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116191575820417337?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116191575820417337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116191575820417337&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116191575820417337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116191575820417337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/10/wanna-see-me-do-bee-dance.html' title='Wanna see me do the bee dance?'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116188120748661937</id><published>2006-10-26T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T11:46:47.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't do it.</title><content type='html'>I skipped the bridge run and decided to run 7 flat miles around my home later in the morning.  I made it 3.4 miles before I quit and walked home in the rain.  It was a good idea, but I can't do it.  Maybe someday, when I'm physically and mentally stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: John Mayer - Bigger Than My Body (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yes I'm grounded;  Got my wings clipped;  I'm surrounded by all this pavement.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116188120748661937?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116188120748661937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116188120748661937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116188120748661937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116188120748661937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-do-it.html' title='I can&apos;t do it.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116183257481522887</id><published>2006-10-25T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:16:14.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>coasting...</title><content type='html'>This big bump in mileage is an interesting experiment, you should try it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired all the time, and I'm hungrier than I've ever been.  I'm not sure if that part is psychological but they're making fun of me at work for having lunch and then having lunch #2 later on.  I'm hungry, but somewhat nauseated too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when your 75% through your long run, and your tired, but still running fast.  And sometimes you even feel like you're coasting, and even picking up speed.  That's what the last 3 runs have felt like the whole time.  It seems like this training is probably very good for me, so long as I don't get hurt.  I think it would be good for me to build mileage up to this point where I can do it for more than one week.  It's something for me to think about for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran 4.4 this morning, and 5 this evening.  This day is the &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt; day and I was hoping it would be a little easier.  I was curious as to my pace, so I took along Se&amp;ntilde;or Limpio for my distance and splits.  Tonights' five miler gave me splits of : 10:16 - 9:27 - 9:37 - 9:24 - 8:58.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very gratifying.  I feel tired, but I can keep running, and it doesn't get much worse, and I seem to pick up speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm zoning out and staring into space, so I think I should go to bed.  The Kemah bridge is waiting for me in the morning.  :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Nirvana - Stay Away (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Give an inch, take a smile;  Scratch an itch, scratch a style&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssleeeep!&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116183257481522887?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116183257481522887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116183257481522887&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116183257481522887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116183257481522887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/10/coasting.html' title='coasting...'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116174888692906989</id><published>2006-10-24T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:01:26.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If p-&gt;q, then q-&gt;p.</title><content type='html'>Elite guys run at least 70 mpw, so if I run 70, then I'm elite, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just joined us, I got the wild hare to run as many miles as I can this week, as the last week for intense training for the San Antonio Marathon, and somehow I settled on 70 miles for the week.  I've had a couple weeks of recovery since my last marathon, so I'm feeling anxious, and I'm trying to desperately cram in a bunch of training in the last week before my taper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two days, I'm still on track, with 20 miles so far, but this is going to be very difficult.  I'm already tired, and this morning, for some reason was even worse.  I struggled through 4 miles around my house.  This evening, I scheduled myself for 9 miles at Memorial, so I was concentrating all day on resting, hydrating, and fueling.  I had a big salad for lunch, and I had some rice for lunch #2, and I had a few plums and some cake from my buddy Heather's birthday.  I guess I did a good job preparing myself, because the 9 miles wasn't as hard as I had expected.  Lap 2 was difficult, but somehow lap 3 was okay.  Maybe it's because I saw &lt;a href="http://run4yourlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vic&lt;/a&gt; early in lap 3, and Vic Rocks!  I'm pretty tired now though.  I have a very early wakeup call tomorrow, so it should be interesting to see how I feel in the morning.  My guess is not so energetic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering running the half on Sunday.  Barbara and Vic both mentioned it, and I'm not too good with peer pressure.  I think if I had some friends that were into drugs in high school, I'd probably be a smack-addict right now.  And everybody's running it.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;But it's 40$.  Is there a medal?  The website doesn't mention one.  And I wanted to run with my buddy Tonia, who can't make the group run on Saturday, and has to run on Sunday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: System of a Down - Chop Suey (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup (You wanted to);  Why'd you leave the keys upon the table (You wanted to);&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith tired.  Keith go sleepy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116174888692906989?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116174888692906989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116174888692906989&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116174888692906989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116174888692906989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-p-q-then-q-p.html' title='If p-&gt;q, then q-&gt;p.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116165641478289429</id><published>2006-10-23T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:38:19.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When will I crash and burn?</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've done any silly attention-seeking stunts, hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran again this evening, as well as this morning, and I had an idea.  Sometimes they stick, and this one took hold, so let's rock on! I have three weeks until San Antonio, so this is basically the last week I can really tire myself out, and the weather is so nice!  Let's see how many miles I can run in one week. I had 3 or 4 weeks in the low 50's over the summer, and I'll have to check my log, but I think my record is something like 52 miles. I like to bite off more than I can chew, so I'm going to shoot for 70+, here's the plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="90%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30%"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Monday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strike&gt;4 miles&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strike&gt;2.9 miles&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Tuesday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strike&gt;4 miles&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strike&gt;9 miles&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wednesday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strike&gt;4 miles&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strike&gt;5 miles&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thursday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strike&gt;7 mi&lt;/strike&gt;les (bridge)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4 miles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Friday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4 miles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3 miles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Saturday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;16 miles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sunday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;10 miles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;72.9 miles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I might benefit more from longer runs once a day, but this is only about the numbers.  This is about &lt;em&gt;machismo&lt;/em&gt;, and I've got something to prove dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to guess how many miles I will end up with after Sunday.  Will my body hold up?  (my cuboid is fine, but ever since the marathon, there is something funny going on with one of my right toes)  Will I tire out and quit?  Will I oversleep and miss some morning runs, or will I become too busy and miss some evening runs?  Will I lose interest in this silliness and try to be more reasonable?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Ben Folds Five - Zak and Sara (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sara told the friendly salesmen that, "you'll all die in your cars"  and "why's it gotta be dark?" and "you're all working in a submarine."&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116165641478289429?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116165641478289429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116165641478289429&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116165641478289429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116165641478289429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-will-i-crash-and-burn.html' title='When will I crash and burn?'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116161624041710149</id><published>2006-10-23T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T10:10:40.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread and Butter.</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since one of my routine 4 mile runs through the hood.  Everything has been some kind of a special run, or a race, or in another city.  It's nice to be home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to getting back in the rhythm, although I guess it's almost time for my next marathon, so that should shake things up again.  I miss the streak.  That was the most enjoyable time for me.  My soul thrives on consistency.  I'm enjoying some nice fresh fruit and listening to some Ben Folds.  He's coming to &lt;a href="http://www.houstontheaterdistrict.org/en/cev/?1835"&gt;Houston next week&lt;/a&gt; to play with the Houston Symphony, and I'm going to the show, so that should be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Ben Folds - Give Judy my Notice (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tears fall, but that don't mean nothing at all.  Cause I said it first, yeah that's why it hurts you.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll rock on if you rock on.&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116161624041710149?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116161624041710149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116161624041710149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116161624041710149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116161624041710149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/10/bread-and-butter.html' title='Bread and Butter.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116154875102363859</id><published>2006-10-22T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:25:51.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor poor Five-Dog!</title><content type='html'>Motivation comes and goes quickly these days.  I ran 6 miles this morning, and I'm hoping my base is strong enough to withstand a little downtime at this moment.  Atlanta was tiring, and a few days off have been disruptive as always.  I'm tired, and I think I'll take a nap right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.earthlink.net/~manofaction99/images/fivedog.JPG" width="450"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my poor dog, The Five-Dog!, finally passed away shortly after I got back from Atlanta.  His fever had returned, even while taking two different kinds of powerful antibiotics.  It seems the infection was too much.  I've tried to keep myself busy and spend some time with some very good friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a runner too, but like most, he never reached his full potential.  When I adopted him from the track, they gave me his racing history, and his 5/16 mile PR was 31.52 seconds (1:40 m/m : 35.7mph)!  It also shows his last place finish in his last race.  Apparently he got tangled up in the first turn, fell, and broke one of his back legs.  The comments for the race still show that he "trailed in."  The injury ended his running career, and he got to retire early and spend 23+ hours per day on my couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always had a limp from that injury, but at times, it seems he would forget about it, and run around like a crazy animal, jumping and spinning around, more than 360&amp;deg; in mid-air.  And when I rented a room in a house near the medical center, he could get excited about something, and bound up and down the stairs repeatedly, three strides to the top, and two to the bottom, and repeat.  I'd grab him to try to calm him down and he'd be so wired, I couldn't contain him and he'd continue his rampage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scared me another time, when I found a pool of blood on the floor.  I looked all over him, and couldn't find any cuts of any kind, and I couldn't find any cuts on myself either.  I concluded that he ate something and was bleeding internally, and probably only had a few moments to live.  But it was very confusing, because he was so happy, and excited.  Later on I found his injury, in the one place I didn't look, which was at the very tip of his tail.  Apparently he wagged his tail and beat it against the wall enough to open it up.  Then, I looked around and saw the blood on the walls where streams of blood had flown off his wagging tail and left streaks on almost every wall in my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.earthlink.net/~manofaction99/images/FiverOutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old lady friends and everyone else around here always ask about him, so I'm not really looking forward to those conversations over the next few days.  He was always happy to see them, and he would have been happy to see you too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Michael Nyman - Unnamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116154875102363859?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116154875102363859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116154875102363859&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116154875102363859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116154875102363859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/10/poor-poor-five-dog.html' title='Poor poor Five-Dog!'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116114115095285170</id><published>2006-10-17T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:12:31.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressing on...</title><content type='html'>Last week I posted a question as to whether I should kick the caffiene and junkfood and negativity and live the life as I should, or if I should stay on the edge, where there's always the risk of quitting running and getting world-record fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that the opinions expressed only slightly favored living the good life.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jenny, that I've been training with 'virtually' for a couple of years through coolrunning.com said that I seemed like a different runner, ever since the marathon.  She noted, that just how I write about running seems like it's just an undeniable fact of life now, that will always be there, and I think she's right.  My attitude has changed since the marathon.  It's much harder for me to deny that I am in good shape.  I know I'm not that fast, but I was running strong at mile 25, and it takes a lot of work to get there.  Not everybody can do it.  I'm never comfortable patting myself on the butt, but it's true.  What happens next isn't even a question.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a proud and strong Keith isn't good for my hitcount.  You never know though, maybe next week, I'll have a bad run, and my attitude will come crashing down.  Maybe at that point, I'll melt up some ice cream and peanut butter and Velveeta and mainline it right in my arm!  Aaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!  Velveeeeeeeeeta!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Robert Plant - Innuendo (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Till the mountains crumble into the plain;  Oh yes we'll keep on tryin';  Tread that fine line;  Oh we'll keep on tryin' yeah.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116114115095285170?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116114115095285170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116114115095285170&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116114115095285170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116114115095285170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/10/pressing-on.html' title='Pressing on...'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116113643017761187</id><published>2006-10-17T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:53:50.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More running in the city.</title><content type='html'>7.3 miles yesterday, 5.4 miles today.  I think I'm not quite recovered from the race.  I've been starting to feel sore and achey after just a few miles.  I'll keep it short tomorrow, and see if it helps.  It's nice to get to know the whole city by running through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining this morning, as I was heading out.  I hesitated, and thought about spending some time on the hotel treadmills instead, but just then, the doorman told me to have a nice run in the rain, so I said, "okay thanks," and &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to go.  I ran from midtown to downtown and back.  I mapped it &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=497789"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Yesterday, I ran around Georgia Tech and Piedmont Park, and ran in some crazy circles and stuff because I only vaguely knew where I was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geekfest is nice.  Despite having accomplished nothing in this field, I've gotten to know a lot of people, and now there all scattered around, some in Minnesota, and Connecticut, and Austin, and Seattle, and Germany, and wherever.  Everybody makes the trip back for the big Neuroscience meeting, and it's nice to catch up.  I've seen almost everybody, with some notable exceptions, like my buddy Shigeo, who is stuck in Japan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the last day.  It's a pretty exhausting thing.  I'll be glad to get back home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Horatio Sans - Season's Greetings (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I wish it was Christmas today.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116113643017761187?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116113643017761187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116113643017761187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116113643017761187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116113643017761187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/10/more-running-in-city.html' title='More running in the city.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116095342935690906</id><published>2006-10-15T17:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T18:24:35.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Geeks Rule!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sfn.org/"&gt;Geekfest 2006&lt;/a&gt; goes to the home of the Braves!  The Geek-Factor has never been higher anywhere on the east coast, and I'm proud to say, with me here, it's just a little bit higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reporting to you live from the ATL, here for the annual meeting for the Society for Neuroscience.  Geeks from all over the globe have traveled here, over 25,000 of them already, and we'll be here for most of the week, reporting all our findings about various kinds of geekery.  I'm staying at the OMNI Hotel, which is just a hundred feet from the convention center.  It's very nice here, as long as you don't go outside.  Outside, you're gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several sources of stress that should be relieved after this week.  This meeting is not really a vacation, and I'm supposed to present my data tomorrow too.  I wasn't nervous about it, but I started getting nervous today.  I've been telling myself that nobody that knows my project better than me, I'll let you know tomorrow if that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get back to running this morning.  3 miles and I felt like a hundred dollars.  My muscles didn't feel sore at the beginning but started to rather quickly.  But it was a good run.  Atlanta's not all that bad, I was just being an ass, earlier.  There are a lot of nice hills here, and it was cold, like forty-something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Rick Ross - Hustlin' (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I know Pablo........Norieaga, the real norieaga, he owe me a hundred favors.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116095342935690906?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116095342935690906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116095342935690906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116095342935690906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116095342935690906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/10/geeks-rule.html' title='Geeks Rule!'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116084243808225279</id><published>2006-10-14T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T11:13:58.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the A-T-L</title><content type='html'>Still no running for me yet.  And I'm beginning to get a little itchy to get back into it.  I planned to go this morning, but I strained my back on Thursday changing a flat tire, and I have to baby it a little.  And I've got about a bajillion things to do today, since I'm leaving for Atlanta for a convention this afternoon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll be out of town most of next week, but I should still have internet access, and of course I'll have access to my running shoes and the outside.  I'm looking forward to running in Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still have to pack, and kennel up my double-b, and I have to go to the store to get some food for him to have at the kennel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Limp Bizkit - Counterfeit (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116084243808225279?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116084243808225279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116084243808225279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116084243808225279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116084243808225279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/10/off-to-a-t-l.html' title='Off to the A-T-L'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15625964.post-116063321648378250</id><published>2006-10-11T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T01:06:56.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My vices: sugar, caffeine, and sarcasm</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all your kind words, everybody.  You guys rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to address a couple of comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve:  I didn't talk to him a whole lot, just some encouragement from him at mile 21, and some chit-chat at the book signing.  Seems like a nice enough guy.  Firm handshake, looks you in the eye and everything.  He was a little shorter than I thought though, maybe 5'7" or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic:  You owe me a real hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through last night, I felt fine, much better than expected, but getting out of bed this morning was surprising.  Everything is sore, and there's a minor problem with one of my toes.  It's swollen and hurts to bend it.  I think it's probably nothing.  The good news is there's no problems with the bone we do not speak of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think about running tomorrow night.  Maybe an easy lap around Memorial.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've overcome a barrier by just getting myself to the start line uninjured and still motivated.  I have about four weeks before San Antonio.  I have to admit, I'm more excited about running well at the &lt;a href="http://www.petroleumwholesale.com/sunmart.web/race/default.aspx"&gt;Sunmart 50K&lt;/a&gt; in December.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many improvements I can make.  Perhaps, it's time I kicked things up a notch.  I only pretend like I'm an athlete for a few hours a day, maybe I can pretend I'm an athlete most of the day, or maybe even all of the day.  What would happen if I started eating like an athlete?  Or if I started doing more than just base-building?  What would happen if I started weight training, like I've been saying I'm going to do one of these days?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the dieting is the main thing.  I could stand to lose 10 pounds or 15 pounds, and I'm sure the ultra-convenient food I eat is not the ideal fuel for a finely tuned athlete like myself.  I have a book called "Eating for Endurance," by Phil Maffetone.  I've had it for months and haven't even opened it.  Maybe I should open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll only do it if it would make for good blogging though.  Would you folks like to hear about that?  Or do you like to hear about me struggling with my snack-cracker addiction?  Do you really want to see a Keith that's strong and empowered, fueled by fruits and whole grains and unrefined love?  Something tells me that a Keith that is flawed and tormented and fueled by sugar and caffeine and sarcasm is more compelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Wierd Al - Dare to be Stupid (&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Put down the chainsaw and listen to me.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15625964-116063321648378250?l=keithrselassie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/feeds/116063321648378250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15625964&amp;postID=116063321648378250&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116063321648378250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15625964/posts/default/116063321648378250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithrselassie.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-vices-sugar-caffeine-and-sarcasm.html' title='My vices: sugar, caffeine, and sarcasm'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494713285496399017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5622/609/1600/27519/13906-385-014f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
