Damned our One TV Rule

I made a decision years ago that our house would only hav one TV. I did this because I've been in houses where each person goes and watches their own TV and no one talks. I figure, I'd rather fight about what we are going to watch as a family than not know eachother. Plus, it'll allow me to monitor what goes into my kids' heads as they get older.
There are times, like right now that I hate the rule. I ordered the DVD series Mastering The Rubber Guard by Eddie Bravo and it came in the mail this afternoon. Right now as I type this out, the kids are watching Tinkerbell and I am feigning to watch watch my new DVD. It's not really bothering me that much, cause I am thoroughly enjoying watching how entralled my children are with this Disney classic. Perhaps Tinkerbell will bust some Crack Head control on someone in this movie and we'll all be happy :)

I got in my first run in about a week today. I ran 8 miles today at an average pace of 8:12 min/ mile and a avg heart rate of 169. It was a fairly flat run and it felt great.

One disturbing thing did occur on my my run, though. The thought of running the 50 mile version of the Northface San Francisco Race in December jumped into my head and I couldn't shake it. In fact I was living the dream on my run and thinking about who I could enlist in order to help me accomplish my goal. One-Armed Willie definitely came to mind. I am afraid to call or email him though because once I do, the decision will be made. The thing that kept going through my head was how cool it would be to have done a 50 mile run in that extreme terrain and how it would totally up my mental resume of my abilities. I pictured myself on training runs after having completed the race and running by people on the trail or street and thinking "do they know that they are running in the midst of running royalty?". I know it seems cocky to think that way and perhaps it is, but I like being in a room of people that couldn't imagine neverthless accomplish a feat like that. Often times in my Muay Thai class when things get tough, I just look around and know that no one in that room is as fit as me. True or not, it helps me get through.

Just a note, this new TinkerBell movie is kind of cool.

Here's a video that I found featuring One-Armed Willie, one of my old coaches and one of the most amazing people I've known in my life.