Friday, March 23, 2007
Swim Camp - 2007
All packed up and ready to head south for the annual "open water swim camp". This year we're heading down to Turks and Caicos - a small group of Islands between Haiti and the Bahamas. Like last year we'll be staying at Beaches an all inclusive resort that is geared towards families with kids. Six days of open water swimming, sailing, scuba, and hanging with the family. Perfect time to rest, relax, and recharge.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Blurry
We had just finished up a very nice two mile walk. We went in through the garage since it was a wet out and Luke's paws were muddy. We've been working on sit and stay and he's been doing pretty good. "Sit!" Down he went. "Stay!" He looks at me, panting, tongue rolling out the side of his mouth. "Yeah boss - got it - staying...." Since he's doing so well I took off his walking harness and turned to reach for the towel. I turned back to reach for Luke's paw. No Luke. He had completely vanished.
When it comes to running Luke has two speeds. There's fast - which is a twitch under the neighborhood speed limit of 25. Then there's what I call blurry. I call it this because that's all you see - a light brown blur as he streaks by. This dog is freaky fast. As he runs his back paws actually come in front of the rest of him. He grips the ground with his nails and literally tears it past him with every bit of strength he has. He runs so fast that I think he forms his own gravity well in space time (for the non-physics geeks the mass of an object actually increases as it approaches the speed of light and large masses create large gravity wells). He gets blurry because the light is unable to escape the gravitational pull. This dog is a mobile black hole.
I walked out in front of the house and looked up and down the street. No Luke. By this time about 5 seconds had past. He could be in South America by now.
The first time he "escaped" was after he pulled a Houdini trick which is why he wears a harness instead of the traditional collar and leash. Once again we were out in the garage and he was on his leash. He saw the open garage door, spinned to face me, twisted his head, stepped backwards, and his collar magically dropped to the floor. He looked up at me with a mischievous, playful look and then went blurry and was gone. I gave chase and he lead me on a 45 minute tour of the neighborhood that spanned six blocks through yards and the townhouses behind us. People looked out their windows as I tore through their back yards screaming "Luke! Come! Stay!" Women pushed their bewildered children behind them as a fast moving brown blur went by followed by a screaming maniac holding a leash with an empty collar. I cornered him in a back yard and he began running large figure eights crossing in front of me just out of reach. He thought this was great fun. I thought he'd look great stuffed and mounted to a wall.
I really didn't want a repeat performance. I jogged down to the end of the street and saw him eight houses a way. I called out to him, made sure I had his attention, told him to come, and then began walking away hoping that he'd follow. A light brown blur whizzed by my left side and suddenly materialized into Luke about ten feet in front of me. He was sitting calmly and panting like a freight train. "Hey boss, still staying...". I approached slowly, clipped on the leash, and we walked back home as if nothing had happened.
The bad news is he's still a long long way from me trusting him off the leash. No trail runs, no frisbee on the beach. Not this summer anyways. The good news is that at least he's making some progress. A little slower than I'd like but still going in the right direction. He finally knows that his name is Luke and will respond to basic commands if his ADD (he definitely has Attention Deficit Disorder) isn't in full tilt. He's definitely a challenge but at some point in the future the memories we'll have and the stories we'll tell will make it all worth it.
When it comes to running Luke has two speeds. There's fast - which is a twitch under the neighborhood speed limit of 25. Then there's what I call blurry. I call it this because that's all you see - a light brown blur as he streaks by. This dog is freaky fast. As he runs his back paws actually come in front of the rest of him. He grips the ground with his nails and literally tears it past him with every bit of strength he has. He runs so fast that I think he forms his own gravity well in space time (for the non-physics geeks the mass of an object actually increases as it approaches the speed of light and large masses create large gravity wells). He gets blurry because the light is unable to escape the gravitational pull. This dog is a mobile black hole.
I walked out in front of the house and looked up and down the street. No Luke. By this time about 5 seconds had past. He could be in South America by now.
The first time he "escaped" was after he pulled a Houdini trick which is why he wears a harness instead of the traditional collar and leash. Once again we were out in the garage and he was on his leash. He saw the open garage door, spinned to face me, twisted his head, stepped backwards, and his collar magically dropped to the floor. He looked up at me with a mischievous, playful look and then went blurry and was gone. I gave chase and he lead me on a 45 minute tour of the neighborhood that spanned six blocks through yards and the townhouses behind us. People looked out their windows as I tore through their back yards screaming "Luke! Come! Stay!" Women pushed their bewildered children behind them as a fast moving brown blur went by followed by a screaming maniac holding a leash with an empty collar. I cornered him in a back yard and he began running large figure eights crossing in front of me just out of reach. He thought this was great fun. I thought he'd look great stuffed and mounted to a wall.
I really didn't want a repeat performance. I jogged down to the end of the street and saw him eight houses a way. I called out to him, made sure I had his attention, told him to come, and then began walking away hoping that he'd follow. A light brown blur whizzed by my left side and suddenly materialized into Luke about ten feet in front of me. He was sitting calmly and panting like a freight train. "Hey boss, still staying...". I approached slowly, clipped on the leash, and we walked back home as if nothing had happened.
The bad news is he's still a long long way from me trusting him off the leash. No trail runs, no frisbee on the beach. Not this summer anyways. The good news is that at least he's making some progress. A little slower than I'd like but still going in the right direction. He finally knows that his name is Luke and will respond to basic commands if his ADD (he definitely has Attention Deficit Disorder) isn't in full tilt. He's definitely a challenge but at some point in the future the memories we'll have and the stories we'll tell will make it all worth it.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Gonna Be
"Every time I see you it reminds me that I should start working out."
She meant this as a compliment but I couldn't help thinking how her and many others think this way and yet do absolutely nothing about it. It's the vocabulary of the wanna-be's. "I should...." "I might...." "Maybe I'll..." "Possibly I'll..." The list of "weak" commitment phrases could span pages. The problem is that they leave the escape hatch propped open just enough to insert "...but..." followed by an equally long list of excuses why you won't.
At one time The Rooster called me out as an Ironman wanna-be. Without even thinking about it I replied "Not wanna-be, gonna-be." The vocabulary of the gonna-be's is a lot simpler and more direct than that of the wanna-be's. "I will.". Done. Period. No room for "...but...". No room for excuses.
Sure, sometimes you won't and sometimes you can't. Injury, work, family, life. Things get in the way. For a gonna-be it's only a postponement. The difference is that the "I will" part doesn't go away. It's still there, you just need to find a different route to get there. And as long as you continue to think "I will", you will.
The next time you catch yourself saying "I should..." stop and think about it. If it's truly worth doing then think "I will..." instead. And then go do it. If it's not worth an "I will..." then it isn't worth considering any further.
She meant this as a compliment but I couldn't help thinking how her and many others think this way and yet do absolutely nothing about it. It's the vocabulary of the wanna-be's. "I should...." "I might...." "Maybe I'll..." "Possibly I'll..." The list of "weak" commitment phrases could span pages. The problem is that they leave the escape hatch propped open just enough to insert "...but..." followed by an equally long list of excuses why you won't.
At one time The Rooster called me out as an Ironman wanna-be. Without even thinking about it I replied "Not wanna-be, gonna-be." The vocabulary of the gonna-be's is a lot simpler and more direct than that of the wanna-be's. "I will.". Done. Period. No room for "...but...". No room for excuses.
Sure, sometimes you won't and sometimes you can't. Injury, work, family, life. Things get in the way. For a gonna-be it's only a postponement. The difference is that the "I will" part doesn't go away. It's still there, you just need to find a different route to get there. And as long as you continue to think "I will", you will.
The next time you catch yourself saying "I should..." stop and think about it. If it's truly worth doing then think "I will..." instead. And then go do it. If it's not worth an "I will..." then it isn't worth considering any further.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Back in the Saddle
The last couple of weeks have been a bit of challenge - evident from my relative lack of posting lately! Things are finally settling down though so I can start back to some of the lower priority items.
This weekend the weather warmed up so I dusted off my mountain bike, pumped up the tires, and went outside for a change. It was a long, rambling, unstructured ride. More like the kind of rides I did as a kid. After a while it turned into a sort of scouting trip. I explored some neighborhoods that I'd only glimpsed at as I blazed by on my road bike last summer. I looked for alternative ways to get to my favorite routes, and new ways to piece those routes together. I lost track of the number of times I doubled back after hitting a dead end or getting dumped off on a heavily trafficked road. I didn't care. It was just good to be back in the saddle, cruising around and enjoying being outside again.
This weekend the weather warmed up so I dusted off my mountain bike, pumped up the tires, and went outside for a change. It was a long, rambling, unstructured ride. More like the kind of rides I did as a kid. After a while it turned into a sort of scouting trip. I explored some neighborhoods that I'd only glimpsed at as I blazed by on my road bike last summer. I looked for alternative ways to get to my favorite routes, and new ways to piece those routes together. I lost track of the number of times I doubled back after hitting a dead end or getting dumped off on a heavily trafficked road. I didn't care. It was just good to be back in the saddle, cruising around and enjoying being outside again.
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