Somehow, though, the most important things scream their way to the top and I deal with them. Still, I often feel as if I'm a hair's breath ahead of the reaper.
Perhaps when Apple releases the iPhone SDK a hundred to-do apps will tumble out and I'll discover one that syncronizes with everything, helps rank tasks based on some analytical or semantic understanding of my inbox and social media accounts, and I'll happily be compelled to get my life in practical, stress-reducing order.
Hahahahahah! Heh. Hmmm.

I'll be returning the Nike+ SportBand I bought a few hours ago. WIthout a backlight, it's useless at dusk or dawn, let alone night. The screen itself is small and characters are harder to read than I would have thought. The worst part, however, is that I can't make it launch the Nike+ Utility when I plug it into either USB port of a MacBook or the USB port of a MacBook Air four out five attempts. I ran four miles for 28 or so minutes at the Campbell Community Center track, which is close to my seven minute goal pace for the marathon. But. But but but. It sucked. I can't stand running around in circles. And as I trying to calibrate the SportBand, I had to count each lap, which made the monotony even worse. Less than half an hour and I was done. I'll try again tomorrow with my Nike+iPod setup and bide my time until the Garmin Forerunner 405 comes out.
At first glance, this seems like a good run. And it met my requirement of keeping the pace under a seven-minute mile. But I must have stopped a half dozen times. The dog needed to sniff. Or pee. Or investigate. Or go slow. Or take off. Or wait at a stop light. Or change direction to find The Jenny when she needed to use a restroom. Most likely I would have added a half minute to the pace had I not had all the rest breaks. I feel like I cheated. But, as The Jenny said, "Any run is better than not running at all."
I turned 39 yesterday and ate like a pig at La Fondue. It’s been a week since I ran last. Now it’s time to get back on track, hit the road at least four times a week, and gym at least twice a week, and get my pace under seven minutes a mile no matter how long the training distances. I’m sure there are more specific, scientific ways to prepare for and run August’s San Francisco Marathon or October's Silicon Valley Marathon in less than 3:16, but this is my plan at the moment to qualify for Boston in 2009. First up: an actual run sometime before midnight.
Not too shabby for a 13.1-mile run. I fought a traffic jam for the first two miles (and hit a 6:40 pace), climbed over a mental wall (and a decent-sized if short hill) between miles seven and eight (when I dropped to a 7:50 pace), but managed to power through and finish at a sprint. (The dip at the end, which is a tenth of a mile off) is me fumbling about trying to get the iPod nano out of my pocket and pause the Nike+ clock.)
The course beautiful. We started on West Cliff Drive along the Pacific coastline, wending past strawberry fields and historic farm buildings to Wilder Ranch Sate Park. The loop on the unpaved Old Cove Landing Trail was my favorite. I hit a decent stride with no one passing me. The rugged ocean bluffs were a good distraction. I misjudged the ending, however, and left too much in the tank when I reached the finish line at Cowell's Beach.
Jenny walked the 10k race and saw a whale breach off the coast. Her legs are stiff and sore, but the cortisone shot in her foot must have done the trick because she's not limping too badly.
A more serious half marathon training program as well some upper-body workouts would help with my flexibility as well as my core and shoulder pain. We'll see what Apple comes up with for the gym. Meanwhile, it's a beautiful Saturday afternoon. We have a birthday party and barbecue to attend. All is well with our world.

Coalition forces trained Iraqi police in Basra, who then shed their uniforms, kept their rifles, and switched sides. This may not be the complete disaster as it first appears.
Perhaps we don't give our government enough credit. Perhaps the Bush Administration, on purpose, spending billions of dollars a month to occupy Iraq precisely to train and arm militia infiltrators who then turn against the government we support. The real plan may go something like this:
First, it forces us to distrust everyone, harden our hearts, abandon coalition building, label everyone an enemy, and become better killers--just like Jesus would have wanted. Second, it feeds the cycle of violence in an oil-rich region to inflate fossil fuel prices, forcing us to explore alternative power sources. Third, and most importantly, it depletes our treasury, forcing us to tighten our belts and prepare for the day China forecloses on our country for outspending our means.
Our grandchildren will speak Mandarin and pilot carbon-neutral junks through the globally warmed waters flooding our cities to their government jobs dismantling the remaining shards of our civil liberties in their patriotic quest to ensure domestic tranquility at the expensive of liberty, justice and former American way.
We should be thanking God for telling Bush to ignore facts, science and common sense to prepare us for the future. I, for one, welcome our new overlords.
Jenny's going to join me for a couple of races this year. I'll be in two more marathons along with two or three half marathons. We're both doing at least one fun run -- maybe more. The Santa Cruz Half Marathon April 12, Bay to Breakers May 18, the San Francisco Marathon August 3, and the Silicon Valley Marathon in November are paid for. I still need to register for the Los Gatos Jungle Run half marathon July 13. And I'm thinking about the Disneyland Half Marathon August 31 if we can find a cheap place to stay.
My weekend runs of 13.1 miles are getting better in the sense that I'm recovering quickly with the proper stretching before and after. As the weather improves, I find my regular course -- from my house to the Los Gatos Creek Trail and back -- pleasant. The NIke+ iPod kit did better today on tracking the actual length of my run. We outfitted Jenny's bike with an odometer, which the salesperson at REI said would be the most accurate measurement tool available for the trip, and found Nike+ to be within a fifth of a mile. Not bad this time. Thankfully, we can compare. According to the bike, I ran a half marathon -- complete with two 10-second stops for water -- in 1:34:12. I don't recall what the 25-second difference translates to in tenths of a mile, but it was a small enough distance to put my mind at ease.
We'll see how all this translates in my first half-marathon race in April. I don't expect to break any records, but I am looking forward to improving my times, maintaining my health, and improving my physique. Having a few extra races in between marathons should keep my honest.
No, I did not run two-and-a-half miles further than the Napa Valley Marathon course last Sunday. The Nike+iPod system lied to me all day. Mile 18 (yea!) was really mile 17 (boo!). This has been going on for months, most likely. It was damned demoralizing to learn I've been running more slowly than I thought.
Still, I managed to cut an hour and 17 minutes off my first marathon time of 4:41 to clock in at 3:24:40. Out of 2,300 registered runners, I managed to place 182nd. Or, if you consider just the men aged 35-39, I placed 36th. My average pace of 7:49 a mile most likely means I started around 7:00 and finished over 8:00.
The course was, as you might imagine, beautiful. Gentle hills, cool but not cold air, and a starting line immediately fronting our hotel. Jenny fell in love with Solage Calistoga. We got a few good pictures. We also had our lungs and flexibility tested the day before at the marathon expo. The good news? I have the lungs of a 22-year-old, which shocked me. The bad news? I'm as flexible as a cinder block, which didn't shock me at all.
If I had manage to run eight minutes faster ... well, I would have died. But, if I could have cross the finish faster than 3:16, I would have qualified for the Boston Marathon.
The San Francisco Marathon is August 3. The course will be more a challenge than Calistoga to Napa, but if I train more consistently and stretch religiously, I just might pick up those eight minutes.