Chris and I went climbing at the gym for a few hours. My last climb was up the stupid *** 5.11- that I keep failing on. So I was a few moves above what I normally do and I stepped up on a large hold which spun and I fell. I was thinking of beer so I didn't try again.
Anyhoo, Chris and I rolled over to Zach's Shack on Hawthorne to grab a few hot dogs. I got 3 dogs, french fries and 3 beer (not all at once). We're sitting outside next so a group of people and having a good time talking about whatever overweight balding white guys talk about. Then
I felt something hit my back. I stood up and looked at the guys behind us. They were looking at me so I figured *they* threw some crap at me. So I yelled at them "What the hell was that?!?" They said "an egg" and pointed to the egg on my back and the wall. Some ********* **tard through an egg at me on Hawthorne! I couldn't believe it. So It took off my shirt to show off the middle-agenish and get egg off of me.
The waitress came out and said "So, you have to wear your shirt." Like I was doing it to impress everyone on Hawthorne that I have love handles. I told her I got egged and she was all apologetic - not like it was her fault.
I continued to drink my beer with Chris and then Zach came out and apologized for the egg. I said it wasn't his fault and he said, "How about I buy you a shirt?" Who am I to say no to a free Zach's Shack t-shirt.
So now I'm a proud owner of an egg soaked climbing shirt (you want it?) and a new Zach's Shack T-Shirt. I am now a devoted customer to that place.
Egg
New Shirt!

On Sunday I thought it'd be fun to go ride some firelanes that I haven't touched in a few years. I went down and up firelane 10 (which starts across Germantown from Leif Erickson). I remembered that it was BS before, and it still is. If you do it, it's best to ride down from Newtown instead of from Germantown up to Newton. I didn't have to walk, but I had to stop for a minute to stop from throwing up in my mouth.

I went over to Springville and down Firelane 7. I had been thinking I can totally go down the bottom, which is very steep and rutted. So I flew down 7 to the steep part and unclipped so I could bail out. I made it down 20% of the steep section, but there were a few things I had to get off for and it's too steep to get back on the bike. It was Moab steep and I had my stomach behind my seat.

I thought it sucked that I had to walk sections of it, so I went back up via Saltzman to do 7a - which shoots to the left of 7 near the bottom. There was more bomber trail until it's steep section. I unclipped again and just rode on my toes. 7a is actually rideable and I eeked down it to Leif Erickson and started screaming like a little girl. I thought my brakes might be hot so I dropped water on them and instantly it hissed and steamed.

I just bought a T-Shirt supporting the Flying Spaghetti Monster. The site goes into how FSM is another alternative to the normal Intelligent Design (ID). As I think ID is a crock, I want to support FSM. FSM at least can explain our global warming as an inverse relationship to the number of pirates.

On Saturday Ron and I went out to Hood River and went mountain biking on Surveyors Ridge. It normally takes 1h 5min to get there but I got us to Hood River in 45 minutes. The ride got 4 or 5 cranks in the book so it looked like it'd be a lot of fun. Ron said it was the worst ride in the history of biking. I'm not sure it was that bad, but it did suck. It was 14 miles up and then the down hill still had ups. And there were no bomber sections except for one 5 foot long area. I was cruising down one area and while thinking of trains and trying to avoid the bushes that were constantly slapping our faces my right tire veered off the trail and turned 90 degrees. So I flew over my bars and skidded to a stop on my left arm. I spent the next 5 minutes walking around swearing and throwing rocks at trees.

Ron's Pic

So that sucked and it didn't really get any better. Don't do Surveyors Ridge. Unless you're those guys from Hood River who ride up from town (15 miles) and ride up the ridge and back down. But they're sick in the head.

So I made another trip to the dentist down south. I had some fillings put in on the sides of my chompers. This is what I get for brushing too hard when I was younger. I think they need to have proper tooth maintainence classes when we're young so we don't screw it up by the time we're old and crusty.
Anyhoo, here is a pic of the flouride crap they put on my tooth. It looks like I do chew. How cool is that?

They put pictures of us from the race up. Here are my two ugly ones:

Here is my one idea for the week: The iPod needs to support record scratching when you're listening to music. How badass would that be? Like Run-DMC badass.

My race results finallly got posted. Here are my stats: Finished in 57 minutes! 30 seconds (running 9:15 miles) 1945 out of 4874 258 out of 477 for my division 1246 out of 2201 for males

Today I finished my first run, the Run Hit Wonder. It was a 10k, or 6.2 miles. I was aiming for under an hour and I think I just sneaked in. There were like 10,000 people, it was pretty cool to see the crowd as we ran down Salmon to the river. I actually passed people, but then got passed myself quite a bit. Turns out there are larger people than me who can run fast. Who knew?

I was looking at this site treehugger.com that has links to interesting tree hugging things, like solar or wind power or super earth friendly cotton. I saw they talked about compostable plates and thought that looked interesting. It's really not that more expensive than plastic, but you can compost it. I was thinking back to the Pig Roast and when I cleaned up I would put the scraps in my composter but then throw away the plastic. So with these plates and forks I can just put everything into the composter. I also bought a T-shirt for the hell of it. They're supposed to have olive oil soon, so I'll pick some of that up too.