Running, Running Shoes, World Travel, Triathlon, Fatherhood and some stories about Life
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Time for Review
Friday, August 20, 2010
Spring 2012 Already
Last night after 6 months of planning and a week of confirming I finished the Spring 2012 product briefs. That's right folks it's August 2010 and we and the rest of the shoe industry have planned out what we are doing in Spring 2012. So last night I sent the briefs off to our ultra talented designer. I expected a response sometime this morning with a plan for a conference call to clear up any questions. What I got instead was this: Monday, August 16, 2010
Chasing the Sunrise
By now most people who know me, know that morning is my time. I think I inherited this from my father. He was totally on to something. I get a great deal more done before 10am than I do from 4 to 10pm that's for dang sure. Yesterday found me on my bike at 6am. After a late night for me anyway with some late night frantic text messages to Mary, the morning was here. I could sleep through my plan or just go out there and get it done. It's a good thing I didn't look outside before I got dressed to go. 95% of my ride was done in fog. There was no sun, no sky just a thick blanket of fog. I say 95% because that 5% of sun that I got made up for all the 95% I didn't. As I started the climb up Double Peak I noticed the fog getting thicker. Into San Elijo hills it was about as twice as thick as it was at the bottom. Leaving the village and continuing up it just got worse. By the time I got to the turn off to Double Peak Road the visibility was maybe 100 feet. And then it got real thick. Heading up the first steep part of the road and it looked bleak. I thought to myself, this is one thick band of Fog, even DP is covered. There is a gate that's half way up the DP road. From the Gate to the top it might be a mile but I think less. But I think the average gradient after the gate is 17% so it doesn't really matter how long it is. At the gate it was still foggy and dim. Forty yards past the gate and all of the sudden rays of light began piercing through. 100 yards from the gate and I was in bright clear sunlight. Morning sun light that is warm and inviting. It was simply a beautiful site. I had sun. From the top of DP the view is always spectacular. Looking west you can see the big blue ocean. Looking north you can usually see the San Bernadino Mountains north east of LA. Looking east are just the beautiful valleys of the San Diego coastal range. But yesterday there was none of that. Yesterday everything was covered in Fog except, the big green water tank that marks the "you're almost there" point of the climb. It looked like a space ship hovering in the fog. The the west nothing but white. To the north the peaks of the Mountains were showing through, nothing else. To the east just one peak was showing. At the top of that peak is a house. Wow I know they paid dearly for that house on that space but man do they have the sunrise views. Saturday, August 14, 2010
If
Rudyard Kipling
If
If If you can keep your head when all about you If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can make one heap of all your winnings If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, It's a good life.... Dave |
Monday, August 9, 2010
They've Been Used
The best youth sports t-shirts have got to be cross country shirts. They always have a bit of attitude and a bit of fun on them. Two that were prevalent and the recent cross country camp: Saturday, August 7, 2010
The American Dream
Pictured above is the start of yet another great American Story. One of chance, hard work and a bit of belief in yourself. It's a wine story from Sonoma, California and it goes like this. Senior Guerrero started his wine career loading boxes of wine on trucks. Not hard to put things together but he's of Latin decent and probably didn't come from money as you imagine people in the wine business do. He was either a migrant worker or maybe the son of a migrant worker or maybe the grandson of a migrant worker. 25 years ago, he got a job. One that would pay his rent and buy him food. It was just a job. Loading boxes on trucks. Today with passion, class in a rather romantic setting, Senior Guerrero pedals his wine. Not the wine of the rich farmer he works for. No, it's his. His winery, his creation, his beliefs on how wine should be made, his sweat and his life. All from loading boxes on a truck.