In an effort to maximize the amount of art per square foot on my walls I dedicated a hallway to small-scale art. It’s coming along slowly but surely. Artists so far from left-to-right: Joey Beason and Michael Eades, Phineas X. Jones, Marq Spusta, Emek, Brandon Knowlden, Danijel Zezelj, Luke Chueh, Jay Ryan, Phil Barbato, Ronnie Brown and Jordan Crane.
My last 10k training group run since I’m away for bike rides next weekend. I’m going to have to hustle to break an hour on race day. We’ll see how it goes.
I wasn’t as into the group as I was last year. The Intermediate group (so-called because the weekly mileage numbers are 2x the Novice group, it’s not pace-based) seems like more “serious” runners. Kind of. I mean, the whole YMCA training team is more about getting people through the race as opposed to getting faster at the race so it’s a stretch to call it “serious”. You can tell that some of the more accomplished runners in the group are there because they’ve had their fill of “serious” running and want to help out with folks who aren’t in that mode. I still like having the group run on Saturday as a huge motivator to get the weekday runs going so I’m going to do some kind of group training no matter what. If left to myself I’ll slack it all the way off.
I feel like I can handle the weekly mileage which is good since I’m up for the half-marathon training team this summer. That should be interesting.
I caught a back spasm this morning at about mile 5 which was…unwelcome. I’ll live.
I don’t know how someone of Shadow’s stature ends up in a 250-seat central Virginia theater but Ronan grabbed 2 tickets, birthday-gifted me one, and we bounced out to C’ville to see the show. All Basses Covered is the same tour that had the infamous Miami date where the club shut down the set for being “too future”. You can stream or download that set here. A lot of the music at that link was on offer last night and it was great. Because the full set is evolving, Shadow said that there were some bits that were only a week or two old. “Fresh Beats”, indeed.
Since it was a grand tour through bass-heavy music in all kinds of genres (and sub-genres and sub-sub-genres) I recognized a couple of different breaks. He played a little of his “Building Steam With A Grain Of Salt” that set the crowd off and the first part of the Beatles’ “Come Together”. The house sound had the bass cranked to 12 so both of those shook the floor when they hit their low notes. It was terrific.
And then, after the show he set up at the merch table to sign stuff. Crazy. We waited in line for half an hour and he signed my ticket stub. I asked him about some ridiculously great break from the middle of the set which he told me the name of but I can’t find any reference to it online. He seemed like a cool guy who knows how good his gig is.
I got home later than I wanted to but it was totally worth it.
This was technically a cyclocross ride but I rolled it with my MTB since I don’t have a ‘cross bike.
Devil’s Backbone Brewery was the start/finish for this 27-mile ride up and over (and up and over and up and over) some tough 17%-20% climbs including a Category 1 summit up and across the Blue Ridge Parkway and Appalachian Trail. This was probably a top 3 most-difficult ride for me. I definitely rate it behind my first century ride but I’m having trouble coming up with another one in front of it.
I walked a decent bit but felt like I got into a good groove on the 5-mile(!) ascent in the middle of the ride. I was able to draw upon my meditation practice this year to keep focused on making circles (pedaling) while on that climb and really feel like it made a positive difference. That was very cool. Rather it was cold. So cold that there was a good bit of snow still on top of the mountain from a snowfall 10 days prior. The descents were a different fish. Miles and miles of paved downhill on a poorly maintained mountain bike are not the sort of thrills I generally go for. I spent the time trying to convince myself that my odds of survival were just fine. It all worked out in the end but goddamn it was scary through a couple of different sections. The cold, dusty air set me up with a hacking cough through Monday morning. Good times.
We followed up the ride with some pints and a sandwich. It’s rare that I come home from a tough ride and say “I’m not sure I’m doing that again”, but that’s where I was on Saturday night. I’m a little closer to being tempted to try it again next year now that I know what to expect. We’ll see.
The video isn’t very good but I can’t stop listening to the song. Holy cow it’s good.
This is from around when I first saw Rocket From the Crypt. I’ve seen them in all kinds of different places and this video does a decent job of communicating the energy of how they played in a smaller venue. I wish the sound was better but it’s pretty damn good considering it was probably recorded onto video tape.
Young, skinny Speedo was the terrificest. The only other thing this show is missing is the coordinated costumes they’d wear. I can’t tell if the fight at the end is real or not. I’ve seen guys try to get cute on-stage and the band (sometimes violently) discouraged that. Punk rock shows could get like that sometimes.
[via the CHope, my RFTC buddy from way back]