Ok ok… here’s the update about my first tri: in all its video-esque glory:
Enjoy the show. If you want a higher-res copy, let me know and I’ll point you to a link.
Update: An overpriced thumbnail of me crossing the finish line can be seen here.
Update 2: A terribly flattering photo of me coming out of the swim can be seen here.
Here’s to hopin’ I did something right in training!
The definition of insanity that we are all familiar with is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. I offer to you this day an alternate version of the defintion: signing up and paying for a second triathlon when the first triathlon has yet to be run.
Yes, folks, I have signed up for the June 17th Utah Summer Games triathlon that takes place on the same course as the tri tomorrow morning. Why? Perhaps I know that I’ll be too chicken to do it anytime after tomorrow. Yes, that must be it.
A quick recap: Steve Jobs, the current CEO of Apple Computer, was also the CEO of Pixar Animation until Disney recently purchased Pixar for 7.4 billion(!). With the Pixar acquisition, Jobs becomes a member of the Disney board –and an influential member at that with more stock in Disney than anyone else.
It looks like Jobs is staying true to form and exerting controlled, uh, control over some of Disney’s marketing decisions, at least where they concern current Pixar interests. Allegedly, Jobs has pulled the plug on cross promotional meals at McDonald’s.
Disney is not renewing its cross-promotional pact with the fast-food giant, ending the arrangement with this summer’s release of “Cars” and “Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest.” link
During a conference call last year Jobs, who is a pescetarian (neither vegetarian nor vegan as is often reported), said “there is value” (in fast-food tie-ins) “but there are also some concerns, as our society becomes more conscious of some of the implications of fast food.”
The cynical take on this is that Disney has done such a good job on diversifying their cross promotion that they no longer need the crack-like happy meals to get kids jazzed for a flick. Case in point: Cars isn’t scheduled to be in theaters until June and already my friend’s kid has a pair of shoes with the Cars character plastered all over.
Or could it be that this is just genius marketing in its own right? Has the popular tide turned against McDonald’s so much that it just makes sense to pit yourself against them in the ol’ good versus evil exercise?
Either way, the nation’s fat children thank you Steve Jobs. Well, sort of.
Those wacky Lifehackers are at it again, this time showing us all how very, very lazy we all are. The have been running a series on coolest user submitted workspaces, and the latest entry is by a man that is very reminiscent of, well, me a few months back. World, meet the treadputer:
In a recent effort to halt and reverse my physical decline, while not taking away time from working, I’ve set up a ‘treadputer’. Now instead of sitting in a chair at the computer I stand on a treadmill and walk all day, at the computer.[…] My goal is to lose 50-60 pounds of fat over the next year, and gain back 20 pounds in muscle, I calculate I’ve lost 30 pounds of muscle since I started working intensively on the startup.
Well, Walker, good luck. And thanks for ruining my favorite comfy chair. We’ll be checking in from time to time to see how you’re doing so be sure to actually turn it on from time to time.
Greg Storey of Airbag, in an effort to lose weight, has enrolled in a “food-management program.” His words:
…The idea of eating out of a box was akin to taking a month’s vacation to Gary, Indiana but it’s working so I can’t really complain. It also helps that they conditioned me so I can not say the word potato without having bad flashbacks, loosing bladder control, and yelling “It puts the potato in the bucket” over and over again until the wife utters the safety word.
To help limit the caloric intake, the program provided weekly phone calls to encourage, um, good behavior.
Last weeks call has been the best so far. “How many calories are there in cocaine,” I asked, “because I keep telling my wife that she needs to cut down on Jello servings for every hit she takes, but she says un-uh.” This was followed by, quite possibly, the longest intentional pause in telephony history.
I wish, oh how I wish, I had written this myself.
