Sunday, December 16, 2007

Visual Stimulation


It seems that most people prefer pictures to words. "OOOOhhhhhh shiny things" says Homer. SO here's a cool pic I snapped in San Diego. I was at the Wave House watching people eat it on the simulated wave. I am telling you, San Diego truly is God's gift to us. I pray that my career finds me out there again.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

37 Degrees = Awesome

Wick and I enjoying some winter riding. Snow flurries would have made it a truly epic morning.



Track Stand Approach (always find an uphill)


Stuck it. And then the one hander.









Early Sat Mornings Can Be Tough

If Wick hadnt shown up at my house at 730 this morning, there is a 100% chance that I would have just rolled over. I woke up, put on my new pearl long wind/winter pants and stepped outside. It was fricking (I love using that word--mostly because Elliot Reed uses it excessively) freezing.

We drove out to the Contes ride and saw only Bill Gilmer at the start. Wick and I were the only punks who slept in as everyone else was already up riding at 715. We put in a nice 40 in a "not too bad once you are riding" 37 degrees. I am blessed. I cant wait for April and May.

Wick and I also have an ongoing competition. Whenever we come to a red light, whomever holds the longer trackstand on the bike is the world champion. I spent a couple months on the velodrome back in 97 and actually was the national 7th placed collegiate kilo racer (only 7 guys qualified)! Of course I have yet to be beat in the track stand world championships. I submit the above pictures to display how to execute the perfect one handed trackstand.

Friday, December 14, 2007

7 Days Later




THis week was all in all pretty slow. I have found that turning 31 (on monday) wasnt nearly as difficult as not being in my twenties proved to be. But Norfolk was blessed with 81 degrees on wednesday. I already have 150 miles in this week. Wow. Thats pretty decent considering its december. My thoughts keep wandering back to Admissions Teams' decisions and I am pretty much going crazy. A couple of fellas in my squadron are applying to B schools too. We chat and get ourselves all frantic considering the interviews or lack thereof.
So I am doing my best to concentrate on the prospect of suffering. I contend there are few people who truly understand how sweet it is really suffer on a bike. Being at that redline, finding that limit is a difficult thing to do. Training now allows me to push that redline further away--allows me to go harder. Most of my favorite VA memories are on a bike. I love everything about it. I love the technical aspect of all the different types of gear. I love the training. I love the people who truly understand why I ride. They exist. I am thinking about my friend Kevin at Cross Nats. Good luck pal. I am thinking about the amazing opportunity that T Karnes has as a member of the Hincapie Juniors Team. Mostly I am thinking about how to continually find time to ride as other priorities take demand of my time and life. I must be crazy to go out in 38 degree temps and put in 50 miles. Thats just stupid.
Anyway, there is always trash to distract us. Nip/Tuck took a wrong turn last week but came back strong this past Tues night. I finally figured out why my mom and sisters recorded Days of Our Lives for 10 years when I was growing up: its just fun and takes your mind off everything for an hour. Does this mean that I watch soap operas? Trash, absolute trash, but a lot of fun!



Friday, December 7, 2007

Slow Friday

Christmas is Upon Us!!!




It has been a while since I have thought about my blog. But I spent some time this morning researching other MBA admissions candidates journeys and now think I really need to post some ideas here. I know that only 4 people read my blog. But having the potential for someone who doesnt know me well to read it is an interesting thought.





I am happy to announce that I am 100% complete with the Wharton application process. I interviewed last week and was indifferent about the process. I thought the interview was going well until the last 10 mins. My interviewer was a female ex-Isreali army seargent. The interesting thing is that 10 seconds previous to my name being called, the interviewer was an Air Force Academy graduate and was at USAFA during my exchange semester at USAFA. I noticed him because he had hair down to his shoulders, a big grin (happy to not be in the military anymore), and an F-15 tie pin. So, 10 seconds may have been the deciding factor in my MBA fate. Equally frustrating was the recognition of a good college friend on the Wharton admissions staff AFTER my interview. I found (message to Garcia) his number and it was awesome. John Collins showed me around, displayed to me how crazy this time of the year was, and took me to class. He introduced me to a bunch of MBA students and basically sold the school to me (as if I need to be sold on Wharton). It was funny because he kept talking about me having to choose between Wharton and other schools. I kept telling him that I needed to gain acceptance somewhere before I could make any decisions.





The idea of a choice is a wonderful prospect, but very heavy right now. Maybe I am having that mid-round "I have not been asked to interview for HBS or Stanford" mental crisis. Thus far I have completed my interview for Wharton (decisions released Dec 20), have interviews with HAAS and Darden, and am waiting on Stanford and HBS. I have been meaning to apply to Columbia but have been enjoying not crushing myself with applications this past month. Perhaps my heart is heavy because the big 31 falls this Monday. For interested readers only: I bought a hot pair of new shoes for my birthday--Sidi 5.5 Carbon in all white! Bringing this idea back around, having heard from Wharton, Haas, and Darden, I really wish I would have heard something from the other two schools. Discouraging.





This entire MBA process has made me really take a hard look at my life. Staying in the Navy is definately an option. But I doubt that I would be challenged intellectually in the next 11 YEARS. Sure, there will be difficult times (like plowing through sand with whilst carrying an m16), but I just dont see myself growing much. So leaving is the right thing to do in that respect. However, the financial security and health benefits are decent. I doubt that I will ever work with some of my greatest friends and get to have lunch with them on a daily basis. Just today I ate lunch with 9 guys who are all just awesome guys. As aviators, we share this unique perspective and confidence in a narrow age range that probably doesnt exist in many business circles. But then again, who risks their life on a daily basis and gets paid as little as we do?





Long story short, thanks for reading and enjoy the Christmas spirit. Count your blessings and do something everyday that gives you peace! My beautiful pre-lit wally-world $29 Christmas tree brings a smile to my heart everyday. Thanks for the prodding sis.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Mom is going to be so proud!

I never thought anything would come of my last name, except for the obvious call sign - "Over." Wait, thats not true....
it's still a funny read:

http://www.gamjams.net/2007/12/top-10-local-ra.html

And finally, do I need these shoes to celebrate my birthday this Monday? I think so:


Thursday, November 22, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving!


This fun young girl sold me a burrito and was sassy with the shirt.



Effen vodka? Yep. Effen Vodka!




This guy is a prince and a cancer survivor! Happy Thanksgiving.



A couple quick pics to ponder.





The best is without question the photo of Brett's T-shirt. Good thing he already has a high heel wearing 20 month old son and a precious 4 year old daughter!



This thanksgiving was spent sleeping in and enjoying 75 degree windy weather. I am watching ozzie (shippy's dog) and loving it. I also got a good ride today. That made me feel very good considering my total rides for the month of oct and nov have totalled less than my fingers.

I promise to update more and give my mother my Christmas wishlist. Anyone have any suggestions for what I should ask for?

I want the move 24 Solo where Chris Etaugh almost dies trying to win his 7th world title in 24 hour solo mtn bike racing. And I think I need some pink troy lee gloves for the winter time. Hot baby, hot!

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Travel time

This guy had a simple approach....




Challenge all comers, weight weiners unite.



This is a beautiful bike. Next years will be white....



Can it be done any better?


So we were out in the middle of nowhere utah up at 8000ft about to drop the hazard trail. Whilst there, a fine gentleman surprises us all with his helmet stickered creed. The above says it all. Turns out, the hotel he works at is being renovated so he has 5 months paid vacation. Not too bad.

I got an interview at Wharton. That is such a wonderful thing because it feels like a little bit of reward for the enormous amount of work that I have been doing this past three months. If anyone has any suggestions or contacts, please pass them my way.

We also had our first team meeting of the new year. FINAL KICK was there giving as the primary bike shop support for the team. Thanks geno for stealing the first 58 white R3 cervelo. Mine is coming someday I was promised. And thanks geno for being our forefront with the help. I usually find that the "old and creepy" approach never fails. I have no idea why it didnt pan out differently for our group.

Just a couple other pics above to challenge friends who ride 58cm bikes or any other bike for that matter. 14.85 with standard pedals and bottle cages is absolutely respectable.

Its sunny San Diego tomorrow for me until Sunday. I have some work to do and noble canyon to ride.