<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147446253974535335</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:27:24.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tri in bc</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473854968808328737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147446253974535335.post-8132497816925166415</id><published>2008-03-15T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T20:52:16.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Whore</title><content type='html'>I think I'm over it. I have a facination with production cars. Not modified street racers or customs. Just your plain old "out of the box, buy 'em from the dealership" production cars. I read ever review on new cars that I can find and watch Motoring 2008 religiously. This of course has me constantly revising my list of must try vehicles. I say must try because it seems I change vehicles more often then some people change underware. Going back six years I have owned (all new) an Accord, Honda Pilot, Mini Cooper S convertible, Mazda CX7, and most recently my bad ass truck the Toyota Tundra. I still have the Honda Pilot. Best vehicle I've ever owned. Not exciting or a style trend setter, just reliable, versatile, comfortable, safe, transportation. I haven't purchased anything this year, yet. Hopefully I can restrain myself and be happy with what I have. If not I have my list, bwa-ha-ha: BMW 335xi, Audi A6, or more than likely the next generation Pilot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147446253974535335-8132497816925166415?l=triinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/8132497816925166415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147446253974535335&amp;postID=8132497816925166415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/8132497816925166415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/8132497816925166415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/2008/03/car-whore.html' title='Car Whore'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473854968808328737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147446253974535335.post-701830480350612464</id><published>2008-02-09T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:56:03.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make a little girl happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R66f0-Lf3EI/AAAAAAAAABE/Rapjex-PR4o/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165241555033775170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R66f0-Lf3EI/AAAAAAAAABE/Rapjex-PR4o/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was up and out of the house today at 7:15. Pretty good for a Saturday. Masters swim starts at 7:30 am which is great for us family types as I am able to get home again usually by 9:00. My daughter was in a great mood this morning. Not her usual moody self. She was given a roll of pink ribon yestarday and has spent her time dreamaing up new ways to use the ribbon. Out of the blue she blurted out "I want Daddy to build my Barbie's a boat". Ah,now isn't that creative. "Why do you want a boat" I asked knowingly. "To put ribbon on it!" Instead of weasling my way out I said sure. Yes, in front of my wife. We had a full day ahead of us including a trip to another city to shop for a few hours. When we got home I got the questions, "so, whatcha going to do about this boat thing?". I answered like any upright tri-geek. "I'm off for run. See you in a couple of hours." No, not procrastinating, just time managing. After dinner I took Soph and a card board box and created this little gem. Not a master piece but it did produce one very happy little girl. I'm all warm and fuzz inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147446253974535335-701830480350612464?l=triinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/701830480350612464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147446253974535335&amp;postID=701830480350612464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/701830480350612464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/701830480350612464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-make-little-girl-happy.html' title='How to make a little girl happy'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473854968808328737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R66f0-Lf3EI/AAAAAAAAABE/Rapjex-PR4o/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147446253974535335.post-1001126745943263078</id><published>2008-01-31T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:21:31.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R6Kz5VsFYZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eHCg65bYpWs/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161885920575971730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R6Kz5VsFYZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eHCg65bYpWs/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow keeps coming. Wow. We live in the midst of mountains. I know I should expect these things. Usually we have a bit of a melt that reduces the build up. Not his January. My "snow shoveling as cross training" routine has taken on new proportions. My drive-side snow pile is over 8 feet. Pushing champagne powder is easy. Throwing it up and over the pile is.... well, it SUCKS. Fynn is being lazy. The little mouch is 4 months old. At least he's useful providing a perspective for the photog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pooped. Up at five and off to the gym for 40 minutes on the tread mill, rush home and make Rotary by seven. Put in a load of shovelling after work for good measure then off to masters swim. OMG. donig too much shovelling was my own doing. We have a new neighbour moving in tomorrow and their drive-way and front walk needed to be cleared. I know I'd appreciate it if I were in their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend includes a swim clinic with my coach. I'm really looking forward a few hours of attention on technique. I think if I learned how to site correctly I could ignore technique. Call me Mr. zig-zag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147446253974535335-1001126745943263078?l=triinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/1001126745943263078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147446253974535335&amp;postID=1001126745943263078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/1001126745943263078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/1001126745943263078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473854968808328737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R6Kz5VsFYZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eHCg65bYpWs/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147446253974535335.post-8882689729821445783</id><published>2008-01-29T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:29:37.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-17</title><content type='html'>It was cold and snowy this morning. Daughter Sophie got lucky as Mum decide to keep her at home with her and Fynn. They had a great day doing crafts, baking, and watching a classic Disney movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbours were moving today :(. They only moved in last summer and they were gardeners extrodinaire. A great resource to have handy. My neighbour was telling me all the little things that had happened to them in the last few days such as: having a car accident, breaking a tooth, etc. I told him it was an omen not to move. Then a gal comes walking down the street telling us that we need to take the lower road to get out. I live in an area of BIG STEEP hills. My neighbours moving van (semi-trailer) had jack-knifed at the top of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed a short trainer ride, 30 minutes of shovelling snow, and masters swim. I can barely keep my eyes open. I start a new training rotation this week. It will be good to have a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the blogs I follow this &lt;a href="http://doctormama.blogspot.com/"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; is definetely one of my favourites and she wrote what has become a rare entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147446253974535335-8882689729821445783?l=triinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/8882689729821445783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147446253974535335&amp;postID=8882689729821445783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/8882689729821445783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/8882689729821445783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/2008/01/17.html' title='-17'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473854968808328737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147446253974535335.post-3333443653101624763</id><published>2008-01-22T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:53:54.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>monday &amp;amp; tuesday's are always too busy. i still managed a trainer ride then masters swim. i try to have some semblance of balance in my life. between work, family, training, rotary, friends, you get the idea, i can't believe i have enough time to write this bloody blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did have one very guilty pleasure today. i went and saw my rmt (massage therapist) this morning. g is not a "fluff and fold" type of therapist but rather a "this is going to be good for you" so suck it up princess. followed by a bwa-ha-ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you care, tonight's swim wo is below. it is pretty straight forward and is a good measure of fitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;400m loosen on 8 min.&lt;br /&gt;24 x 25m im order on 40 sec.&lt;br /&gt;4 x 50m kick (fast) on 1:45&lt;br /&gt;4 x 75m stroke drill on 1:45 1500m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main set (free or mix stroke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 x 50m on 50s&lt;br /&gt;4 x 50m on 60s&lt;br /&gt;6 x 50m on 70s&lt;br /&gt;8 x 50m on 80s&lt;br /&gt;6 x50m on 75s&lt;br /&gt;4 x 50m on 65s&lt;br /&gt;2 x 50m on 55s 1600m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x 50m on 80s (fast as possible)&lt;br /&gt;2 x 25m on 40s (recovery)&lt;br /&gt;twice through 200m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total 3300m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147446253974535335-3333443653101624763?l=triinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/3333443653101624763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147446253974535335&amp;postID=3333443653101624763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/3333443653101624763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/3333443653101624763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/2008/01/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473854968808328737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147446253974535335.post-5341528947741073873</id><published>2008-01-19T23:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T21:48:11.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R5Qu5DLXnRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PJhOF9JVUW4/s1600-h/160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157799030886472978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R5Qu5DLXnRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PJhOF9JVUW4/s320/160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R5Qu5TLXnTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/K1VloHp4c5Q/s1600-h/159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157799035181440306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R5Qu5TLXnTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/K1VloHp4c5Q/s320/159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R5Qu5TLXnSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ItxYTwVsyEw/s1600-h/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157799035181440290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R5Qu5TLXnSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ItxYTwVsyEw/s320/155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love having four seasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coach scott had a nice 1:30 run programed in for today. after being up too late two days in a row i decided to sleep in today. this meant the run would have to wait until 4  p.m. . a mixed blessing. the scenery on the trail was spectacular. the down fall was after 5 p.m. when the temperature plunged and i froze on for the last 30 minutes of the run. i'm doing ok now but that may be the two glasses of cab/merlot talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week was 11.5 hours and this week is a bit more. i'm really enjoying the challenge of trying to invent time to put these wo(work-outs) in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147446253974535335-5341528947741073873?l=triinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/5341528947741073873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147446253974535335&amp;postID=5341528947741073873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/5341528947741073873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/5341528947741073873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='Winter Running'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473854968808328737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R5Qu5DLXnRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PJhOF9JVUW4/s72-c/160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147446253974535335.post-2624037265054742627</id><published>2007-12-18T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T20:16:48.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Porn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;not a bumper day for training. i woke early to get an hour in on the trainer and made it to the 40 minute mark. to sum up my day: i feel like poop. shivering all morning long in my office barely able to concentrate on the file at hand. thank gawd it was a no appointment day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing masters tonight. i like masters. a lot. coach john is a task master extraordinaire. some might even call our hour and a half of fun grueling. nothing like swimming especially when it is with a group of quality people. hey, if you can't have fun why bother. for a small town we have a good membership. (over 60 active members)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to the juicy stuff. i bought my giant trinity 2 on advice from the local shop. not exactly tri specialists but i love the ride. the frame is outstanding. i changed out a few minor components (the original seat was horrid). i still want new racing wheels and a power meter.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R2iaMzLXnQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/O7OVIIVDWF8/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145532118957792514" style="WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R2iaMzLXnQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/O7OVIIVDWF8/s320/011.JPG" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147446253974535335-2624037265054742627?l=triinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/2624037265054742627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147446253974535335&amp;postID=2624037265054742627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/2624037265054742627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/2624037265054742627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/2007/12/bike-porn.html' title='Bike Porn'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473854968808328737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R2iaMzLXnQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/O7OVIIVDWF8/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147446253974535335.post-1508886989980860275</id><published>2007-12-16T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:15:32.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow covered trails</title><content type='html'>what a great run. the program had an endurance run and a gym workout for today.  so it was a busy day all round. joined up with doc r and d for a snow covered trail run along the lakefront. nice. the real difference in enjoying this type slippery run of has been the addition of yak trax. i had been out for a run a awhile back with the co-owner of the local running store and she suggested them for a little more confidence in our long, icy winters. boy was she right. after being made fun of a few weeks back, the boys were asking today, "so how much are those things"? ah, victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy day. did it all today. breakfast and cartoons with the family, run, birthday party with my daughters friends at the local indoor play place, call mom &amp;amp; brother, play with baby boy, go to gym, finish wood working project, take family out to dinner (in another town 40 min. away), shop for kids stuff, blog. gimme an f-ing medal already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147446253974535335-1508886989980860275?l=triinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/1508886989980860275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147446253974535335&amp;postID=1508886989980860275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/1508886989980860275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/1508886989980860275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-covered-trails.html' title='snow covered trails'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473854968808328737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147446253974535335.post-71714893397039007</id><published>2007-12-14T14:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T14:53:27.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R2MDjzLXnPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/M-QCtJEB7QE/s1600-h/photocopier.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R2MDjzLXnPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/M-QCtJEB7QE/s320/photocopier.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143959112955436274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;high-tech fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a.k.a. today's macgaverism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no this was not done as a prank. and yes, it apparently did solve a problem with our office all-in-one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on training: i did it! the first time since pre-Prestige 1/2 im I accomplished two WO's in one day. wooo-hoo. considering the other distractions in my life right now it was a huge physcological victory.  scott (new coach) has me at 10 hours a week right now  and  i am enthused about trying to fit it all in. today it's an hour on the trainer. yuk.  doesn't matter what time a year it is, i don't like the trainer. a neccessary evil. considering this was my weakest area in the '07 season, i have to keep believing the time in now will make a difference come road season in april.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to a swoire at my physical trainers home at lunch. she put on an amazing spread. i only got to a few appies as i was to busy drinking wine, socializing, and have reflexology performed on my feet. mmmmm nice. thanks c-l. kc has done an amazing job helping me to transform the 'ol bod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147446253974535335-71714893397039007?l=triinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/71714893397039007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147446253974535335&amp;postID=71714893397039007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/71714893397039007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/71714893397039007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/2007/12/friday.html' title='friday'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473854968808328737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJdJpr4YfFk/R2MDjzLXnPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/M-QCtJEB7QE/s72-c/photocopier.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147446253974535335.post-7110925377610225169</id><published>2007-12-09T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:59:12.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new coach</title><content type='html'>OK, 8 weeks of fatherhood the second time around has taken its toll on me. It's now time to jump on the blogging bandwagon once again. In order to improve my perforamance for the '08 season I have signed on with a coach from Penticton. Scott MacMillan of Factor 9 tri-coaching. check out his web site. &lt;a href="http://www.f9tc.com/"&gt;http://www.f9tc.com/&lt;/a&gt; Gotta love AC/DC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147446253974535335-7110925377610225169?l=triinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/7110925377610225169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147446253974535335&amp;postID=7110925377610225169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/7110925377610225169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/7110925377610225169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-new-coach.html' title='My new coach'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473854968808328737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147446253974535335.post-7104494048873069064</id><published>2007-10-06T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:14:13.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's what  time? already!</title><content type='html'>i like to cook. or I just may have too much energy to burn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not doing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kelowna&lt;/span&gt; 1/2 marathon this year as a season wind-up. i am far to anxious about the bubble bursting. the one on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;female's&lt;/span&gt; belly that i share a house with. the last two days have been spent sans exercise. i have a stiff knee for some reason and decided to rest it. two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt; and i are doing a mock 1/2 marathon tomorrow at 7:00 am. it will be an easy pace as there is no pressure. (probably a 1:50) back to the cooking. we came home last night from our usual haunt and i decided to pop a turkey in the oven. a 15 lbs turkey. we aren't having a family gathering of any sort, just us 3. i thought it would be a good idea to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre-made&lt;/span&gt; meals ready for when the lady that hangs here becomes my wife again and the 3 of us becomes 4. gee, isn't that smart. have i also mentioned that i picked up a 5 lbs smoked ham two days ago as well? we now have enough flipping food in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt; to last us until spring thaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day today was too crowded. get up, go to work, pick up coffees etc., go home, take family to stores for shopping, come home, finish winter prep of back yard, make dinner for guests, oh sh#t - forgot beer &amp;amp; dessert-, go back to store... tomorrow will be just as busy. after the run all that food needs to put into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;casseroles &lt;/span&gt;and frozen. ya know, if that belly pops, it's going to put real crimp in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt; schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147446253974535335-7104494048873069064?l=triinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/7104494048873069064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147446253974535335&amp;postID=7104494048873069064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/7104494048873069064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/7104494048873069064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-what-time-already.html' title='It&apos;s what  time? already!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473854968808328737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147446253974535335.post-2673903505689042115</id><published>2007-10-05T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T22:10:46.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity</title><content type='html'>i visited my favourite dentist this morning. unlike the all the jokes and stereotypes, i enjoy going to the dentist office. doc d is funny, interesting, dedicated and the staff treat me like royalty. the most important issue here is that they laugh at my schtik. i love all of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started my obsession with triathlon about the same time i had my braces put on. braces weren't necessary but i was fed up with lower teeth crowding, a poor bite, and I hate to say it, i have always felt insecure about my smile. the braces came off this summer, not before the prestige 1/2 iron, damit, and i liked my smile. it was nice to have near perfect teeth; however, years of indulging my caffine addiction appeared to have caught up with me. my smile wasn't a dazzling, soap-star white. i shouldn't care, after all, i'm a male who is secure and succesful. hmm, i've come through two years of discomfort i deserve a dazzling smile. men can be worse than women in this regard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my visit to doc d was to check up on my bleaching. it's an easy process. totally painless,well, sort of. I have one tooth that has become painfully sensitive. Even sensodine tooth paste hasn't helped. the process is wonderful. you get to see results day-by-day. very gratifying.  one more week to "soap-star" status. that sexy smile will be mine.  thanks doc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147446253974535335-2673903505689042115?l=triinbc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/feeds/2673903505689042115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147446253974535335&amp;postID=2673903505689042115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/2673903505689042115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147446253974535335/posts/default/2673903505689042115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triinbc.blogspot.com/2007/10/vanity.html' title='Vanity'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473854968808328737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
