Vibram Runs

Every Vibram Run is more painful than a non-vibram run

But not in a musculus-skelatal way, more in a sore muscles way. 8 runs in a row on the KSO's is making me sore, but starting to run better again. Need sprints in a week

Blinking

So the Builder blinked, we had already walked away and were about to sign a rental lease and they blinked. This wasn't unexpected, but the method of the endgame negotiation was definitely unorthodox. Usually in negotiating, the selling party will blink immediately after declination, or within hours. In this case it was multiple hours later, with an immediate we accept. Which is very odd to me.

In this case, the builder gave one counter-offer on price of property, we gave 2 different counters on closing. The final bargain forced them to make a big change in closing and up on property cost...so overall a better deal for us, but a lot more upfront was given. To me this seemed weird, almost like a botched negotiation as it went the way they didn't want it to in the end, as they gave up 3k extra over their best offer. All upfront which saves a lot on our end, and totally changes the curves for payback(ie more into principle up front vs interest)

Interesting dynamic, definitely a strange negotiation, very different than business negotiations where there is a lot of back and forth, movement, offerings and understanding of what the end game is. Here, we came out ahead of what we initially wanted...and gave little. It was very strange.

We tried to buy a house

Unfortunately it's still TBD. But i did learn the entire process is fucked up, and that's putting it simply. You cannot just walk into a builders office and say i will pay you X dollars for this property. Instead, in Maryland, you need a realtor and ours was an idiot.

Ours couldn't do math, he spent half a day trying to convince us that a .5% interest rate increase was worth 4,000 in lender credit...really? Addition failed him later as well...


But more so, it looks like in America we have a system where people with no real understanding of economics, writing, math or even negotiating is responsible for your ability to find a place to live. Now wonder poorly built places, with incomplete and incorrect assembly are going for $350,000, because they can. Our realtor was more concerned with 'making the deal' but wouldn't budge on his commission which was the sticking point, nor was he any real use..but we had to use him.

On top of this are ~70 pages of documents that needed to be signed, before an offer could be made, to find out that the counter-offer sucked and wasn't worth my time at all. So can i get a place where i can walk in..with cash and buy it? I mean the loan and cash upfront aren't an issue, but stop trying to prop up a crappy home-market, it just screws people over and makes it all worse.

In summary, I hate real estate.

Altitude Change is a Biatch

So I'm enjoying the lovely Salt Lake City area this week, and belying and sarcasm i do love the area. Park city is great, Salt Lake has a surprisingly thriving nightlife with amazing food(just drive near S 300 West) and a new light rail going from the airport to downtown. But the problem is that the city is at 4,000ft above sea level. I haven't gone this high up in a while and damn do my runs suck. Struggled through both runs so far..and can't wait to get back to 50 ft above...then again I'll be back for some skiing

ps rankings(for skiing)
ALTA
Canyons
Park City

I'll get to the rest this year

Squats

Such a simple word squat, then repeated, becomes squats...but that repetitive action to pluralize the word squat brings ohh so much pain...and pleasure. So call me a masochist but damn i love squat and legs day. No other day whups me nearly as well in such a short period of time.
Today I meant to do bar squats but being that I'm in the dungeon gym, non were available...even though there was a girl doing a set of squats on one rack. While the form was good the guy on the bench behind her was grinning like a fox..so i doubt he was commenting on her form. I'd say the form was a 9...she was a 6, but hell she was the only girl so add 2.

But that's besides the point, i decided instead to do 50lb kb squat presses...each set until dropping the kb's..then into lighter weight swings. About midway through my hamstrings were screaming, my knees were aching and my heart was racing. LOVE IT...gutted out two more sets then onto leg extensions for a rest before lunges. But damn I love squats...

The Dude Room

It's been a while, I blame Homework...less travel and more school has reduced my posting recently. As a mathematical function it would relate as HW increases blog post decrease but as it approaches infinity blog posts increase b/c i need to procrastinate. I bet it would be a cool graph.

But instead of talking inanity about my inability to focus I wanted to make a commentary, or an ode to the dude roo, shower method. What is the Dude Room? It's the hallowed showering method used in my high school, most military base showers, football showers and unfortunately Penn State(too soon?). You know, that open room with no stalls, the decrepit shower heads and only 3 or 4 producing a controllable temperature. The room itself isn't bad, its just well, there are no stalls. The first time you come upon the room as a guy you're definitely looking and going..What the F- didn't we invent curtains?

This room is an ode to the old school method of going to shower at the gym and getting to stare at some old guys ass or junk as he's standing there spread legged, scrubbing altogether way to hard for it to be really cleaning. Or the big fat dude who's trying to find his junk under that third or forth fold of skin and you're showering wondering why eye bleach doesn't exist. Even though those two are classic, the best is still the guy who is new to the gym, and never been in the dude room shower, the wide eyed nervous look...crap thats me..

Either way, cheers to the dude room bc the Drill Hall on base i work out at now has one..and damn it's a classic

Summer Dayz

Summer is upon us, the heat, the humidity, the salty sea breeze that's warmer than the standing air, ahh summer on the Chesapeake. Last week was the first time that it really was summer and this week is going to be the second. Looking forward to a nice run in the mid 90's on Wed and Thurs, might push it thursday for speed just to tax my heart on the 3.6 mile run i hit during lunch.

But who knows, some feedback will be coming, maybe a commentary on the other runners i see at lunch. There's eye candy, non-candy, dear lord and then the pseudo-runner, jogger and the guy who runs when he thinks someone's watching(really funny)