Life is good
On the whole, I'm actually doing rather well. Nothing notably good or bad has been happening lately, which is probably why I haven't posted often. I was just so amused (and annoyed) at my ability to chip my tooth while eating salad that I had to post.
That weekend was a good one for me. I went home to spend a bit of time with my family, but mainly to run the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon. My goal was to finish it without burning out and having to walk for the last part, like happened last year. I did it! And I even managed to do it faster than I did last year, which was nice. (: It would have been a bit humbling to know that I run a race no faster than I run-too-hard-then-walk it.
Even more awesome was that my parents surprised us and came out to watch us run! That was really a boost. They've only done that once before.
My comedy of errors from my last post has one final addendum. I must have parked too close to a curb at one point on my drive home, because I ended up putting a scratch in my sidewall. I didn't notice anything untoward until last night, when I went to drive again for the first time in a week, and found my front right tire was completely flat. Doh! That blew the appointment I had planned for that evening.
I learned something quite interesting from a car buff at work: If you do happen to get a flat tire on one of your front wheels, and if you have a compact spare tire (not a full-sized spare), you should actually put the spare on the rear of the car, and move the good rear tire up to replace the flat. The reasoning is that your transmission has a harder time if you try to drive with front wheels of different sizes. Fascinating, eh?
By the way, that's probably backwards for rear-wheel drive cars. If you do have a rear-wheel drive car, don't put your compact spare on the rear, but on the front. (Just be ready for some steering weirdness.)
That weekend was a good one for me. I went home to spend a bit of time with my family, but mainly to run the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon. My goal was to finish it without burning out and having to walk for the last part, like happened last year. I did it! And I even managed to do it faster than I did last year, which was nice. (: It would have been a bit humbling to know that I run a race no faster than I run-too-hard-then-walk it.
Even more awesome was that my parents surprised us and came out to watch us run! That was really a boost. They've only done that once before.
My comedy of errors from my last post has one final addendum. I must have parked too close to a curb at one point on my drive home, because I ended up putting a scratch in my sidewall. I didn't notice anything untoward until last night, when I went to drive again for the first time in a week, and found my front right tire was completely flat. Doh! That blew the appointment I had planned for that evening.
I learned something quite interesting from a car buff at work: If you do happen to get a flat tire on one of your front wheels, and if you have a compact spare tire (not a full-sized spare), you should actually put the spare on the rear of the car, and move the good rear tire up to replace the flat. The reasoning is that your transmission has a harder time if you try to drive with front wheels of different sizes. Fascinating, eh?
By the way, that's probably backwards for rear-wheel drive cars. If you do have a rear-wheel drive car, don't put your compact spare on the rear, but on the front. (Just be ready for some steering weirdness.)