Saturday, November 8, 2008

Pancakes

My wife is making pancakes. I made an observation:

Pancakes are a lot like babies: they start off small, then grow; they start off kind of wet and gooey, and they're soft & squishy; and they taste good.*

What a great post for #200 (at least by Blogger's count; I've not verified, nor checked if they'd corrected their counting error), eh?

Last night my oldest son (whose birthday is today) said something like, "I could run a million miles in these feet." So, I figured out how long that would take.

Consider the equation above; if a person started running at age 5, ran 10 hours per day, 6 days per week, and 51 weeks per year, at an average speed of 5 mph (that is, a consistent 12-minute mile over the entire time spent running), that person would have run a million miles around age 70 years, 4 months, 1 week, 2 days. (That's not really an exact number, just an estimate at 4 weeks per month, which technically is only true of February in a non-leap year.)

I could never accomplish such a feet (er, feat) with my feet. One, I could sustain a 12-minute mile for, at most, 11 minutes, not 10 consecutive hours of running (or even nonconsecutive hours in a 24-hour period). I'm not a runner. Back in the Navy I used to exercise... twice a year, at the semi-annual PRT (physical readiness test), where I would do at least 40 push ups, 28 sit ups, touch my toes, run a mile and a half, and be sore for two weeks afterward. Yeah, my idea of exercise is picking up babies*... and mine are all growing up (not all grown up yet, but no longer babies). Of course, I have a really cute niece who seems to like me who's 15 months old, and a 3-year-old nephew (who's destined to be a cowboy), and I have two more nieces/nephews on the way, so I'm keeping in practice.

* note: I've never really eaten or even tasted "baby" - other perhaps than veal - that comment was simply for humor's sake, as un-funny as it was.

2 comments:

  1. Pancakes, babies and feet. Yuck! Of course I hear you eat mayo on your brocoli, so I shouldn't be surprised, right? Did I spell 'brocoli' correctly? It doesn't look right. Well, it was good seeing your comment on my blog. I thought you had long since forgotten me - sniff, sniff. We are doing well. Dwight is officially a driver now for the fire dept. He had his promotion ceremony on Oct 31st. The kids and I did a Scooby-Doo trunk for trunk or treat. I dressed up like Velma and our trunk won the prize. ;) We got an Outback gift certificate. We are going camping this week (I know, it's gonna be cold and rainy, but who cares?). I guess that's about it. How are you all adjusting?

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  2. Actually, it's Alex who eats mayo on his broccoli (note the spelling: two "c" characters in there). And maybe Ronnie, too. I prefer steam on my broccoli. :)

    Congrats to Dwight, by the way! And to your trunk victory!

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