SMARTASSJONES vs. Raw Fish

Few things make MrsJones happier than a "piece of smartassjones" but tonight was one of those nights she was happier with a piece of different kind. Actually 7 pieces--a seven piece sushi combo.

smartassjones is not humbled or threatened by this--on this occasion--as this was MrsJones' return to the world of raw food. Chemotherapy and the accompanying suppression of her immune system kept her from her beloved raw foods (sushi, fruits, vegetables) for 12 weeks.

On being cleared by ChemoJen today, dinner plans changed quickly to a green salad and 7 piece sushi combo from Palo Alto's should-be-famous Sushi House.

You Might Be a Triathlete #2

With MrsJones on the mend from her chemotherapy treatments just in time for the "harsh" Northern California winter, we've picked up some new hardware. I've been spending the last few days re-arranging our already overflowing garage to fit in a nearly mint, used treadmill.

It now sits next to my Schwinn Elite Spinner to enable me to do run-offs with only the briefest of transition time. And yes, the spin bike has indeed been retrofitted with aero bars and a cadence sensor.

It occurred to me as I was putting the finishing touches on the move...
If you're only missing an Endless Pool to pull off a garage triathlon, you might be a triathlete.

You Might Be a Triathlete...

Although I may be the only person I know who doesn't find Jeff Foxworthy mind-numbingly unfunny with a voice that sounds like ten-penny nails scraping a chalkboard, I may also be the only person I know who, from time to time, can identify with some of his low-brow humor hitting a bit close to home. Anyway, I digress, trying to rationalize the guilty pleasure that is blue collar comedy.

Jeff Foxworthy's claim to fame was his series of books and routines about "you might be a redneck". A few examples...

If you've ever used a hunting license as a form of ID, you might be a
redneck.
If you've ever done your Christmas shopping at a rest stop, you might be a
redneck.
If your screen door doesn't have a screen, you might be a redneck.
If you've ever had a black eye and a hickey at the same time, you might be
a redneck.

Some not all, hit close to home. In the above set, the screen door would be one that would make me say, "What? That's not such a big deal is it?"

I ponder from time to time about the oddities of the mulitsport participant (I stop short of using "multisport athlete" as I include myself in the group) that make us just as odd a subculture as the rednecks. In the coming days, look for installments in this series.

For today, here's the first, and perhaps my favorite.
If you've ever found yourself getting aero while pushing a shopping cart, you might be a triathlete.