Inaugural Big 10 5K

The Big 10 threw together a 5K race to kick off the final game of the tournament at Conseco.  Being the Purdue fan and avid runner that I am, I again, tried to rope my friends into doing this race with me.  I got 8 takers this time.  Luckily, I had a very fun and creative crew, so we dressed like idiots and headed to Conseco to show our Big 10 Boiler support! 

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I think our hats were a hit!  Media people were taking pictures and filming us, so I have no idea where these shots might end up. Tons of people on the street yelled for us.  Lots of “Boiler Up” as we ran by.  And it was easy to spot each other on the course and cheer each other on.  Unfortunately, the designated Purdue bar (Alcatraz) did not have beer at the water station, only water.  What’s up with that?!  We needed some carbs!

Here’s Blaine and his Chariots-of-Fire finish…

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Amy had a wardrobe malfunction early in the race, but kept on for a strong finish… 

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After the race, we got our carbs at Scotty’s and had some post-race beverages to start our pre-game warm-up.  The Boilers took on the Bucks in the finals.  I didn’t go to the game because I was exhausted from the weekend, but did record it and am happy to report Purdue’s first Big 10 Tourney title!  Nice work Boilermakers!  Keep the stellar game play going this week… it’s tourney time!  We looked phenominal during the Big 10 tournament.  We were in sync and lighting up the basket!  The win gave us a #5 seed for the Big Dance in the West bracket.  Calf Tat’s so happy!

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Here’s how we finished in our race.  Please note this race didn’t have any bag drop offs, so Chris, a.k.a. Backpack, volunteered to race with a 20 pound pack strapped to him.  Way to take one for the team Chris!

Overall Age Group Name Pace Finish
62 41 RICK RANDJELOVIC         07:06 22:05
98 64 TREVOR BACK              07:37 23:42
138 93 ADAM POST                07:59 24:50
160 14 NATALEE FULLER           08:12 25:29
162 109 EPHRAIM WILFONG          08:13 25:33
269 60 AMY BACK                 09:09 28:28
406 211 BLAINE FREDERICK         10:29 32:36
524 246 CHRIS COONS              14:36 45:21

I Got My Tickets To The Gun Show

Not literally, but figuratively.  My friend Arrin was competing in the 2009 NPC Northern Kentucky Bodybuilding and Figure Championships.  I wasn’t able to go watch her compete two years ago, so I was definitely going this time.  6 of us made the trek to Covington Kentucky, just outside of Cinncinati.  I think you can tell which one is Arrin.

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We arrived to the show around 7 pm and WOW.  I don’t know if I can even describe it.  It’s almost something your eyes have to see for yourself.  First, these men and women are the color of a golden brown turkey cooked perfectly for Thanksgiving.  I had never see this tone before except on purses and belts.  It was spray tan central.  I now, do not feel I was too tan last summer during my sabbatical.  I didn’t even recognize Arrin when I first saw her, I walked right on by her.  Second, these people are ripped!!  I only ever used the word shredded to refer to cheese, but at this show, it was to describe the muscles.  The guys could flex their back muscles into 10 different shapes that looked like some CGI movie clip.  It was amazing. 

Arrin was competing in the Figure portion.  She’s been training for months, eating only protein and veggies.  It’s a discipline I could never get to, but completely give her much respect and props for doing it!  She finished 3rd in her division, which I thought was one if not 2 spots lower than she should have finished!  I don’t know how they judge this thing, but third gets her to advance, so that’s good enough for me!  Here’s a look at her competition.  She’s 4th from the left here.  The girl to her left, won the division and the whole Figure portion of the show.  I’ll go “Tonya Harding” on her, but only if Arrin asks me too 🙂

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Closer shot of Arrin and her rockin’ bod!!!

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Since we were already there, we stayed until the very end to see the Super Heavyweight men.  These guys weigh over 225 pounds are are all muscle…so we thought.  There were only 3 guys competing.  The first 2 were phenominal.  Just like you see on TV.  Then the last guy came out.  I think he lost a bet or something.  This dude was a good 250 and 50% body fat.  Bless his heart and his little red banana hammock for getting on stage.  He was trying to flex and work the crowd like he owned it!  It was hilarious!  Now the key is, they award to the top 5 in each category.  So, he got third and a huge trophy!  I’ll try to find the NPC picture from the event because it is priceless.

So, congrats to Arrin!!!  I’m proud of you girl and you’ll always get 1st place in my heart!!!

Prank Wars

I’ve pulled some pranks in my days.  So did my brother if I remember correctly (VHS tape across the street)!  For me, my prime time was in college.  I lived below a group of 3 guys that me and my girlfriends got to be friends with.  Our doors were always unlocked, so both apartments were at risk and you never knew when you’d get hit.  They would repeatedly turn off our hot water until we nailed a big blanket over our fuse box.  They stole our couch once (my parents came the next day and were quite confused).  A really good one they did was to open up 40 rolls of toliet paper in my roommates bedroom AND turn all of her furniture towards the walls so she couldn’t open any drawers.  We used toliet paper out of a trash bag for weeks… hey, it was college and we were poor!  Couldn’t let good TP go to waste!

My favorite one that I pulled on them had to do with their pantry.  During one party they had, I ripped off all the labels on their can goods.  Pears, beans, beets, soup… didn’t matter.  I took them all off!  Whatever they opened that day at that time, they had to eat!  It was great!  Who doesn’t like beets for breakfast?

All my pranks have been small scale, but maybe some day they’ll increase to this size…

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Worst Day Ever!

Ok, maybe not EVER, but nothing seemed to work in my favor today.  

Let’s talk about volleyball first.  Tonight was the semi-finals and finals.  We were missing half (3 people) of our team tonight, so we got 2 subs and felt pretty sure we’d be able to handle any team that came our way.  Our semi game was against a very strong undefeated team.  We took it to 3 games, but were victorious.  It was still a close one in the 3rd game but we rallied back from 5-11 to win at 21.  SWEET!  Bring on the next team.
Finals… I hadn’t seen the team we played before.  I went up to do the rock-paper-scissor tip off.  For those that don’t know… if you win the tip off, you choose “serve” or “side” and pick what you want to happen.  They won, and he said “You serve”.  HE CHOSE THE OPTION TO DECIDE THE SERVE.  I said, “We want this side.”  It was the side they just won on… I know game play folks.  So we are all set up ready to go and they challenge the RPS tip off!!!  What the FUCK?!  Are you kidding me?!  They gave the argument that the person they chose to do the RPS didn’t know what he was doing… ahh, on my team, you’d be cut.  Sooooo trying to be a friendly opponent, I said fine.  We switched sides and the game play commenced.  We schooled them the first game.  I think we got overconfident and the second game, they beat us by 6.  Third game….. We were down the whole time.  I was up to serve at 10-20…. game ends at 21.  We made a good effort, but came up short.  I think it ended 16-21.  $#%&^*#$^$$%^.  I really really really wanted to win.  Not for me but for my team and I really mean that.  We have progressed so much that I felt like this was our shot.  I didn’t want to talk to anyone after.  I was visibly pissed.  I barely said bye to anyone, but Kristin offered to go get drinks afterward.  Twist my arm…
We headed to our beloved Lucky’s only to notice the place was pitch black.  A little hand written sharpee marker note was on the door “Lucky’s is temporarily closed.  We will reopen soon.  Happy St. Pat’s Day.”  WTF #2?  Off to Hooters because it’s just across the parking lot.  (Kristin grabbed an application by the way.)  We get to Hooters and the Michigan v. Purdue game is on.  We are away and down 11 with 5 minutes to go.  WTF#3?  I didn’t think we had this game in the bag, but I was hoping if we were down, it was early on and rallied back.  Then I see Robbie playing and blow a gasket.  SAVE HIM.  I know 1 player can completely change the dynamic on the court, but we aren’t even to March yet.  SAVE HIM.  Oh well, guess that’s why I’m not the head coach and just a white collar worker.  Boilers lost. Boo.
In summary, all I gained tonight was a bruised ego, a $10 bar tab and a Jagermeister keychain.  My teammate Chris put things into perspective for me… He txt after the match and said “Last year semis, this year finals… it’s ours next year”.  That made that little fire in my competitive nature ignite again.  Til next Thursday… no time off to next season!

St. Elmo’s Fire

Kyle’s birthday dinner took us all over the city but it started off at St. Elmo’s Steakhouse.  For those that know me, I don’t do seafood.  But I am trying to branch out and since we were at the place that’s famous for shrimp cocktail… I tried it.  Guess what? I didn’t like it.  You can officially check shrimp off my list of menu options.  At St. Elmo’s its basically all horseradish and a drop of ketchup for color. Here’s Kyle enjoying his.

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Next we went to Nickey Blaines for cocktails, followed by Binkley’s for dessert. We were stuffed by the time the night was over. Good thing we had a chauffeur all night, so we were able to relax and just enjoy the evening.

Enjoy it while it lasts!

Today is Kyle’s last birthday in his 20’s…. a tear slowly rolls down his cheek… In honor of this monumental occassion, we are having 3 birthday parties.  One his friends planned, one his family planned, and one tonight for just us that I’ve planned.  I used to have week long birthday celebrations for myself, so I can’t complain about spreading this out over 3 days.  Hell I think last year I had a birthday month if not more!  (I miss you Steamboat!)  So, cheers to Kyle turning one year older and one year closer to the best age bracket in the world… 30+.  Happy Birthday Kyle!