Two Years and a Half Marathon

In a couple weeks it will be two years since I had my peroneal tendon repair surgery. I decided that running the Provo River Half Marathon, which is 13.1 miles, would be an excellent way to celebrate this anniversary. I ran this baby years ago, before I hurt my ankle, but since my injury made running more than about half an hour too painful to stomach, I haven’t even considered running it since. It therefore seemed like a very fitting way to commemorate my ankle being back in the big time.

I have been training for the last few months with Jason for this race. We started our training by jogging our usual 3 mile runs and then upped the distance we traveled each run by about a mile roughly every week. This strategy seemed to work very well though I did get a few complaints from Jason when we progressed to 9 and 10 mile runs; he had never attempted to run anything that long before. Although a half marathon is a somewhat daunting undertaking, surprisingly we were able to find a few crazies interested in running this long race with us: my dad, his friend Steve, and my friend Fran.

Looking down from the hills above
Looking down from the hills above the runners were a beautiful stream of color.

The Provo River Half Marathon was last Saturday. We had to meet at the finish line at 5 AM to catch a bus up the canyon to the starting point. Man that was early! The bus drop-off, which was at the top of South Fork, was already crawling with many of the 2,000 race participants by the time we got there.

I saw a couple of unusual things while we were waiting for the race to start. First, a deer that wasn’t afraid of the masses of people at all was wandering around and actually trying to get people to pet it. Never seen that before. I also saw a man turn around in a field that was just off a section of a road where over 1,000 waiting runners were clumped together; he pulled up his shorts on one side and urinated. Sure, I don’t think anyone got a good view of his parts but come on! There were trees everywhere so all he had to do is go a few more feet into the trees and no one would have been able to see him. Seriously dude, no one wants to see you taking a whiz. Have some dignity man!

The race started at 7:00 and the first 10 miles down the canyon were lovely. There was a nice cool breeze and the sun was still hiding behind the mountains so it was very pleasant running weather. The last few miles things got a lot more challenging. At that point the sun started blazing down, the wind stopped, and it became very hot. The increasing temperatures combined with the strenuous ten miles I already had behind me resulted in some serious dehydration that last stretch so when I finished the race I wanted nothing more than a tall glass of water. I have been a runner for many years, certainly long enough to know from experience not to drink a whole bunch of liquid after a tough and dehydrating run like that. Unfortunately, my thirst won over my common sense and I pounded down a bottle of Gatorade a few minutes after I finished the race even though I thought it would probably make my stomach hurt. To my surprise I felt fine after chugging it…until I got home about half an hour later. Then, all of a sudden, my stomach started severely protesting its lot in life. This wasn’t the first time I’ve felt sick after a run though so I thought it would pass. I guess in a way I was right because it did eventually pass but only after I had thrown up almost all of the Gatorade I had stupidly drunk.

Besides the last few miles being a crap fest and my post-run vomiting episode, which was a first for me, the race was an enjoyable experience and I don’t think I would be opposed to doing it again. I was about 10 minutes slower completing it this time than I was the first time I ran it but I was a lot less sore afterward this go around. I may be older and slower now but I guess my muscles are tougher.

All the determined
All the determined people I ran with did excellent! Jason was the fastest. With his long legs he came in at 2 hours and 6 minutes. Everyone else finished within 10 minutes of him, except for me. I completed the race at 2 and a half hours almost exactly.

How did my moody ankle hold up? It handled the race pretty superbly. I had very little issues with it while I was training and during the race itself it didn’t complain at all. After the event it started swelling a bit and it is still a tad more swollen than normal even now, days later. The overexertion also made it achy for a couple days after I put it through that race madness but all in all I’m happy with its performance. This race reminded me just how much my ankle has improved. It is much more resilient and content than it was last summer when I was training for just a 5 mile run. Now, a year later, I’m able to run 13 miles with no pain and just a few days of swelling and tenderness afterward. That may seem like a hollow victory to those of you who have two fully functioning ankles but from where I’m coming from it seems like a pretty sweet success.

So final ankle analysis at the 2 year mark? The doctor told me all the swelling in my ankle should go away after a year or two. Here I am two years out and it is still swollen, though less so than it used to be. My ankle also doesn’t have its full range of motion back yet; it continues to get that rubber band feeling when I stretch it from side to side. But I’m playing soccer again with very little discomfort and running longer than I have been able to in a decade. So, although I wish my repaired ankle performed and felt like my other one, I am so grateful to not have any restrictions on my activities anymore that I don’t mind a little aching or inflammation now and then so much.

H is for Hax0r

Jason and I just got back from our annual trip to Las Vegas for DefCon, the largest hackers conference in the world.

For those of you who lack the experience or imagination to envision what a hackers conference is like let me describe some of what you might experience at this event.

The first thing you do when you get to DefCon is pay your registration fee and pick up your badge. This seemingly quick and simple task is not always so. While anyone can attend DefCon, it’s not some exclusive event, the $140 registration fee can only be paid in cash. Why cash? When you have helped attendees improve their credit card fraud, lock picking, and identity theft skills for many years you’re usually a little hesitant to be on the receiving end of those skills. Also, many of these geeks are a bit skittish about showing up on “the grid”, probably because they know how easily that grid can be compromised or modified. They therefore prefer the anonymity of a cash transaction. Every year you’re bound to see some would-be-registrant try to enroll using their credit card while everyone just stares at them like they are ludicrous.

Jas and I once again lucked out and got the coveted electronic badges.
Jas and I once again lucked out and got the coveted electronic badges. This year's model has puzzles and games for the clever hacker to decipher.

Even if your wallet is plump enough that you don’t have a cash-payment dilemma, your registration woes are not necessarily over. Only a limited number of the sweet hackable badges are available every year and they always seem to arrive in odd untimely shipments. This means you may get stuck with a paper badge if you come to the registration booth when they have temporarily, or permanently, run out of the electronic ones. If the unpredictable shipping patterns of the badges are a scheme to work the nerds into a badge frenzy then it’s a ploy that works very well; every year random attendees offer to buy our nifty badges from us but of course we refuse.

This crazy crowd was making
This crazy crowd was making its way, very slowly, to the lecture halls. Talk about claustrophobia...and stench.

Once you have paid your fee and hopefully acquired a cool electronic batch, not a lame paper one, it’s time to make your way down the geek infested corridors to the lecture halls. These passageways are always packed but this year the conference was especially crowded. After you manage to weave through the sea of unwashed nerds you may have to wait in line to get into your lecture of choice; the more popular tracks often have long winding wait lines that wrap around awkwardly and make the already swarming halls almost unmaneuverable.

We took a breather from learning how to break things to go to the Ci
We took a breather from learning how to break things to go to the Cirque du Soliel's Ka. The visual effects at this show were pretty amazing, It was Jason's favorite Cirque show we've seen yet.

When you are finally seated (if you are fortunate enough to get a seat) and ready to listen to your selected speaker you will find yourself surrounded by every breed of nerd known to man: the goth/punk geeks with their blue Mohawks and combat boots who look like (and quite possibly are trying too hard to look like) people from a hackers movie, the stinky unkempt nerds dressed in clothes so unfashionable that either DefCon is one of the few times they leave their mothers’ basements or they are trying to make some statement about how society’s rules don’t apply to them, the feds with their neat haircuts that attempt unsuccessfully to casually blend in by wearing black t-shirts instead of their standard uptight button ups, and the poser hackers that try to appear elite but really work at Convergys doing technical support and wouldn’t know a SQL injection or a buffer overflow if it hit them in the face. Of course, you will also see plenty of normal looking geeks mixed in with all the irregulars; those that are average appearing have learned to successfully camouflage their nerdy interior and you’d never pick one of them out in a crowd. If you are lucky you will sit by geeks that don’t reek and if you are unlucky you will have to take little breaths until you are free of geek funk.

Jason Scott, the founder of textfiles.com
Jason Scott, the founder of textfiles.com, gave a hilarious presentation at DefCon on the history of software piracy. We snagged a picture with him afterward.

The topics you’ll have the option of studying at DefCon include: how to build a lie detector and beat a lie detector, how to hack Facebook privacy, the laws of laptop search and seizure, air traffic control insecurity, how to build a cyber army to defeat the U.S., practical cell phone spying, safe hideouts for malware…and many others that honestly seem of somewhat questionable legality and of fairly malicious intent.

If, after you have packed your brain with ways to hack pretty much everything, you’re still thirsty for some hands-on learning you might want to try the lock picking village where you can discover how to break and enter with grace. Or you can use your mad skills to create a killer cooler and enter the Beverage Cooling Contraption Contest. If you would rather turn your brain off for a bit and just socialize with the unsocializable you can attend the Zombie Ball. Whatever your pleasure, there are always many activities-from the nerdy to the quirky-to keep you occupied at DefCon.

Got bump? I
Got bump? I'm not exactly sure what bump keys are but I'm certain they make getting into places that other people try to keep you out of easier.

If after reading my depiction of DefCon you find this convention baffling, no worries. I’ve attended it the last three years and I still find it baffling. It attracts the seedy underbelly of computing, corporate security specialists, government officials, and the casually curious geek. All these unlikely allies are willing to put aside the question of the morality of hacking for a few days in order to discuss the hows of hacking. But despite this temporary truce between natural enemies, as you sit in the giant packed ballrooms at DefCon listening to lectures on topics that often involve system vulnerabilities and security loopholes you can’t help but wonder if the guy sitting next to you has ever tried to take over your computer network or if he will try after what he’s just learned.

We had a great view of the strip and the Bellagio
We had a great view of the strip and Bellagio's fountains from our hotel room in the Paris.

Yes, if the hacking lingo and technical details at DefCon don’t perplex you the culture anomalies and paradoxes certainly will. You will be intrigued and mystified, also possibly angered and disgusted, but you will certainly not walk away disappointed.

Runs with Geex

Some people run with the cool kids…I run with geeks. That’s right, I hang with the dorky crowd and I am mighty proud of it. I am a geek, my husband is a geek, and most of my favorite people are geeks.

The dude wearing this homemade stormtrooper outfit was more than willing to take a picture with me and Jacob. Since Jacob is a
The dude wearing this awesome homemade stormtrooper outfit was more than willing to take a picture with me and Jacob. Since Jacob is a hardcore Star Wars freak I think he eyed this guy's costume rather lustfully.

Because the currents of nerdery run deep within our group, it should surprise no one to discover that some of us found ourselves at the Geex Expo, a gaming and electronics show, recently. Jacob, Jeremy Rowley, and my brother Drew were eager to check it out so we all headed up there for a Saturday of geekery.

This cosplay contest participant had one of the coolest costumes I saw at the show but unfortunately I am
This cosplay contest participant had one of the coolest costumes I saw at the show but unfortunately I am not nerdy enough to know what game the character is from.

The Geex Expo has videogame demos, DDR competitions, LAN gaming, and cosplay contests. It also has vendor booths for everything from anime societies to clubs that make their own armor. While we had a lot of fun staring at the geeks in their costumes, perusing the nerdy merchandise, and playing some old school StarCraft, our greatest source of entertainment turned out to be Jeremy.

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I'm not sure why Jeremy resisted renting a wheelchair at first. He got to be pushed around, ram people's heals, and win pity prizes. Isn't that every dirty old man's dream?

A few weeks ago Jeremy tore his calve muscle playing soccer. This injury was mostly a result of him having weak unexercised muscles according to the doctor, which sounds about right. Jeremy was directed to take it easy on his leg for about a month but because he keeps getting too tempted to participate in activities he’s not supposed to do, like volleyball at Jason’s birthday party, his calve is not healing the way it should. Consequently, that boy’s been hobbling around slower than an 80 year old who just had hip replacement surgery. Jacob and I therefore insisted that he rent a wheelchair at the show for our sanity as well as his comfort. He protested at first but soon he was grateful he didn’t have to walk. I’m not entirely certain we did him a service though by making him get that chair. Having the wheelchair gave him the strength to play DDR at the expo more than a few times, which was definitely not something he was supposed to be doing. He felt more than a little putout that his injury would not allow him to participate in the show’s DDR competition and he consoled himself by getting his dance on before the contest began. He would dance a song and then hobble back to his wheelchair and complain about his throbbing calve but then a few minutes later we would find him drifting back to the DDR station like a moronic moth to the flame. I’m not sure why he felt so compelled to play DDR at this event given he has his own exquisite homemade DDR pads, which he himself claims are better than the ones they had at the show. Whatever the ill-devised reason, and despite mine and Jacob’s protests, Jeremy wound up playing DDR a number of times until his leg hurt so bad he could barely even stumble back to his wheelchair. While the thought of Jeremy’s idiocy makes me shake my head and roll my eyes even now, it did prove quite amusing and I’m sure it will continue to entertain as we make fun of him for it through the years.

DDR beckoned to Jeremy like a
DDR beckoned to Jeremy like a siren's call. For its sweet song and sexy arrows he happily hurt himself over and over again.

There may have been many snicker-worthy nerds at the Geex Expo either parading around in their World of Warcraft costumes or skipping meals and showers to play LAN games nonstop until their eyes were ready to riot but, in my opinion, nothing quite compares to the nerdiness of one Mr. Jeremy Rowley who completely disregarded explicit doctor’s orders because he just couldn’t handle watching other people do DDR without doing it himself. Jeremy’s actions may seem only borderline eccentric until you once again remember that he owns a perfectly good DDR pad that he can play with at home at anytime. Yes, it is that last bit of information that reminds us that Jeremy is not just your run-of-the-mill mildly-unstable geek but an uber geek. Feel free to nod your head in disbelief or snicker right now-whatever you feel is necessary and befitting-I feel it necessary to do both.