Years ago, when I was a serious runner, right before a race the thing to do was "carb up"....the theory being that since carbs turned into sugar and sugar gave you energy, the more carbs you ate, the better you would run. So, the night before, most runners ate bowls of pasta, or potatoes, or a lot of bread, ice cream...you name it. Here's a little secret...it didn't work. The experts (strange old men in white lab coats), now know that carb-loading was probably one of the worst things you could do to prepare for a race. It causes a metabolic dysfunction,, which is a fancy way of saying you crashed from a "sugar high". Great. Thanks a lot Runner's World magazine and the sugar industry....maybe that was my introduction to understanding that just since something was printed in a national magazine it didn't mean it was true. Silly me.
Nevertheless, since we both routinely scoff at "the experts" and since we both loved the 70's (the best music ever)....Claudia and I decided to "carb up" last night, in preparation for the battle with the storage units today. We had a big 'ole pizza from Mountain Mike's (great) and some Racer 5 IPA beer...which on the carb scale, should give us enough energy to unload the units with no help from a moving crew and still have enough energy left to run at least a 10K. Stay tuned.
We got to meet Dave and Karen yesterday, the owners of the house we're renting and a couple of the neighbors, who were pitching in to help with the removal of some huge pieces of an oak tree that had to be cut down from in front of the house. Dave and Karen are great and we hit it off immediately. They're going to be great landlords. We got a tour of the house to figure out all the new stuff you need to know in a new home, including how to run the fancy gas range (time to start training for Chopped), the built-in central vacuum system, etc. The house is going to be perfect. It has a great view, plenty of room, a great kitchen, tons of storage, a "mans cave" shop in the lower level and a wonderful yard with a lake for Tuck. I think I'd better warn the Canadian geese that inhabit the lake! Just kidding about the geese...the local residents hate them, because they poop all over the golf course. Hell, if I had just flown from Canada, I'd feel like pooping all over a golf course too. The sound as they fly over is great....even if they are setting up a bombing run over the golf course.
That's about it for now. Time to eat some more carbs and prepare for "Storage Unit Wars".....that sounds like a great video game, or at least a reality TV series. We'll take some pictures during the move and post them later tonight. We have a one day window to get this done, as rain is moving in tonight. No pressure....been there, done that.
Cheers!
Wayne, Claudia & Tuck