Too Funny......
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/video/2008/11/05/VI2008110504107.html
Monday, November 24, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
To Shoot or Not To Shoot....
This past weekend I went with my friend Chris and some of his friends out near the West Virginia line (Gore, Va) to play with guns. As many of you know, shooting a gun has been on my "To Do" list for quite sometime (Does FERC activities schedule (circa 2005) ring a bell to anyone?). Oh, those were the days.
We met up with some of Chris's friends at the Sheetz off of 66 in Haymarket at 11 AM. Of course, we were on time, actually early -- I hate being tardy when it comes to anything, even if its shooting a gun. However, after about 4 trips to the bathroom, the group ended up arriving--about 1-1.5 hours late. We hit the round around 12:30 or so, with walkie-talkies in hand (or, better said, in car). Chris rented a Chevy Silverado while he was here on vacay and we ended up riding together with his friend, Amer, and his gf (maybe?). She had big boobs and was gansta-chic.
After a quick stop at the local Wal-Mart in Winchester to pick up pumpkins (yes, for shooting) and ammo, we made our way out to Gore. The scenery was quite picturesque and the day was gorgeous and warm. I love Fall in the DC area. All the leaves turn amazing shades of red, orange and yellow. Absolutely fabulous!
Cove Campground is some place in the middle of nowhere (well, in Gore). There are a couple lakes, cabins, places to set up tents and ride ATVs. I would have never guessed there was a shooting range on the property. Upon arriving, we paid some guys $13 per person at this cool, old house with a huge porch around it, hoped back in the car and made our way up the hill. After first getting lost, we finally found the right road up to the shooting range. It definitely was a wild ride and your car needed to have four-wheel drive to get up the hill.
The shooting range was not really much to look at. It was more like a garbage dump than anything -- old computers (with bullet holes), microwaves (with bullet holes), printers, shit and more shit (all with bullet holes). The ground was showered with old bullets too and it smelled like rotten eggs. The scariest thing was that there was no one there to regulate anything. Basically it was a free-for-all and you could shoot whatever you wanted. I guess the rule "Thou shall not shoot thy neighbor" was the only thing in effect. Geez.
The first gun I shot was some 22 caliber gun ( I don't remember its name). It was small, girly and perfect for me--something I could fit in a garter belt around my leg or something. About 3 minutes after shooting that gun, some man came up asking me if I wanted to shoot his M-16 (watch the video). After shooting, he reminded me that I should "vote for gun" in the upcoming election. As many of you know, I am a devout democrat; however, I peacefully nodded in agreement to his remark --hey, he had a huge gun in his hands.
The rest of the day was pleasant. Chris shot his Barret M107 (50 cal, scary gun) a bunch of times and scared the shit out of me every time he did. Overall, it appeared that everyone had a good time.
BTW, my friend Edward is going to take me shooting again sometime in the next couple of weeks. He has a 9 mm and he said he would teach me. Yay.
We met up with some of Chris's friends at the Sheetz off of 66 in Haymarket at 11 AM. Of course, we were on time, actually early -- I hate being tardy when it comes to anything, even if its shooting a gun. However, after about 4 trips to the bathroom, the group ended up arriving--about 1-1.5 hours late. We hit the round around 12:30 or so, with walkie-talkies in hand (or, better said, in car). Chris rented a Chevy Silverado while he was here on vacay and we ended up riding together with his friend, Amer, and his gf (maybe?). She had big boobs and was gansta-chic.
After a quick stop at the local Wal-Mart in Winchester to pick up pumpkins (yes, for shooting) and ammo, we made our way out to Gore. The scenery was quite picturesque and the day was gorgeous and warm. I love Fall in the DC area. All the leaves turn amazing shades of red, orange and yellow. Absolutely fabulous!
Cove Campground is some place in the middle of nowhere (well, in Gore). There are a couple lakes, cabins, places to set up tents and ride ATVs. I would have never guessed there was a shooting range on the property. Upon arriving, we paid some guys $13 per person at this cool, old house with a huge porch around it, hoped back in the car and made our way up the hill. After first getting lost, we finally found the right road up to the shooting range. It definitely was a wild ride and your car needed to have four-wheel drive to get up the hill.
The shooting range was not really much to look at. It was more like a garbage dump than anything -- old computers (with bullet holes), microwaves (with bullet holes), printers, shit and more shit (all with bullet holes). The ground was showered with old bullets too and it smelled like rotten eggs. The scariest thing was that there was no one there to regulate anything. Basically it was a free-for-all and you could shoot whatever you wanted. I guess the rule "Thou shall not shoot thy neighbor" was the only thing in effect. Geez.
The first gun I shot was some 22 caliber gun ( I don't remember its name). It was small, girly and perfect for me--something I could fit in a garter belt around my leg or something. About 3 minutes after shooting that gun, some man came up asking me if I wanted to shoot his M-16 (watch the video). After shooting, he reminded me that I should "vote for gun" in the upcoming election. As many of you know, I am a devout democrat; however, I peacefully nodded in agreement to his remark --hey, he had a huge gun in his hands.
The rest of the day was pleasant. Chris shot his Barret M107 (50 cal, scary gun) a bunch of times and scared the shit out of me every time he did. Overall, it appeared that everyone had a good time.
BTW, my friend Edward is going to take me shooting again sometime in the next couple of weeks. He has a 9 mm and he said he would teach me. Yay.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Army Ten-Miler and Other Running News...
Yesterday, I ran the Army Ten-Miler -- one of DC's largest road races. The course was pretty flat and fast. It was such a nice day. I PRed (set a personal record for those who don't know this lingo) at 1:35 which is about 8 minutes and some seconds faster than my Cherry Blossom Ten-Miler time. I guess all the summer track work outs and giving up delicious vodka gimmlets on Friday nights for the past 6 months really paid off. My pace was around 9:30 minute/mile which is stellar since I've been hovering around 10 min/mile pace for quite some time. It felt good to be a little faster. I chit-chatted it up with fellow runners at the starting lines. For many, this was their first 10 mile race and they were really excited. I always like to see people happy about running.
My knee is still bothering me somewhat. I hurt it (or shocked the shit out of it) when I was out on my 22 mile run two weeks ago. My dad swears that it is my body's way of saying "oh shit, that was a long run." But I dunno. When you get fatigued, you tend to start doing funny things. Maybe I ran on it weird for the last 4 miles. I didn't enter my state of delirium until around mile 18 plus the trail was somewhat of a downhill. So any injury must of occured when I wasn't thinking correctly. Anyhow, I'm icing it every night and taking plenty of advil.
As many of you know, I signed up for the 2008 Marine Corps Marathon. It is 3 weeks away and counting. I expect all friends to be out there cheering on the runners. Little do you know, but it really does make a race go by alot quicker. Just imagine what one might be feeling when she crosses mile 2 and has oh, 24.2 miles to go. Let's not think about that one. Anyways, please let the cheering continue!
Besides the marathon, I'll be running the Boulevard Bolt with my dad on Thanksgiving Morning. I guess this race has become a family tradition since my parents moved to Nashville. How does it work??? You get up early on Thanksgiving morning and run down Belle Meade Blvd and back -- totaling 5 miles. Belle Meade Blvd is where all the "old money" is in Nashville. It's quite nice to see all the big southern-style houses, etc. It's usually very nipply out. Last year, I had to wear a pair of surgeons gloves while running to keep feeling in my fingers. All in all, the Bolt is Nashville's interpretation of a Turkey Trot, but with no turkeys, oh, except the ones that will be in our bellies in the evening hours. :) Also, running five miles early in the morning is enough justification to helping myself to an extra piece of pie!
Lastly, I signed up for the National Half Marathon in March. As many of you know, I always have to have a running goal, even when they it is months and months away. I am also considering doing the Country Music Half-Marathon with good old dad in April.
Happy Running!
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