Yes, the stupidity of this photo was done on purpose. Just a friendly reminder that I am indeed still alive and kicking [and screaming]…
Oh yeah…it’s that time of the year…
As you’re aware, the previous couple months I took a breather, and really…just relaxed. I’m reminded of several college athletes that I knew growing up, they’d go at it 3/4 of the year, but for a 1/4 they just backed off.
Today is January 31st. It’s been roughly two months since I went out and tried to bust my butt out there.
As February 1st kicks in, it’s time to begin our decent upon Phase II of my own strange program.
Overall Goal: Hit the 4:40 mile time by the end of June 2012
‘Shallow’ Overall Goal: Have a decent set of abdominal muscles to boot.
With 4:40 in mind, I did depart this evening after work [and downing a Chai Tea Latte] and hit the pavement. A mile later I was bent over dry heaving, puking, and everything in between. A mix of lunch [Subway] and mucus seemed to overwhelm my body. It was awful [I’m still coughing]. We’ve been experiencing some seriously high temperatures for January up here [60-70 degrees…literally], and I wanted to take advantage of the weather [as will be the case tomorrow]. Really the biggest loss over the past two months has been the VO2 max, my lung capacity has decreased substantially.
Easy fix: Long. Distance. Runs. It’s been a while since I started cranking out the crazy hard miles for duration’s unknown.
After finishing, I did peer down to view the time:
That’s less than a minute away from our goal for June.
I’ve got six months.
Let’s the good times roll.
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HERE YOU GO!
GIVE IT UP! I’M PROUD!
Thank you to all the lovely people out here that took the time to follow this rather odd, unstable, and insane blog!
Here’s to many more miles until we rest!
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I’ve been sick. Nothing, like, hospital related; just one of the worst head colds I’ve ever had in my life.
Because of that, plus factoring in the insane amount of work I’ve been covering; I can’t even begin to describe to you the physical state, and state of mind of myself. I was sitting at a traffic light on Friday night, coming from a two day business trip, and all I could think was, “What am I doing here?”
I barely remember the entire trip [yay for photos].
Meaning of all this? Running? No. Work outs? No. Rest? Yes. Fluids? Yes.
Is all of this driving me crazy?
I just want to run again…
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Soccer game finished at 4:00am Logged +10 miles running Struggling to get up the stairs…
…two, rest day.
Yeah…it was flipping brilliant. Two lane road heading out into the fields of what once was corn and beans. Past the idle tractor, the quiet cemetery, the unseasonable warm little town.
Covered in sweat.
Let these beads be my tears of joy.
These feet striding be the worship of my soul.
Find my pleasing, exalting, exhausted voice pour out in rhythm of these striking souls.
I will finish.
I will finish for One.
May You find this please.
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I’m not one for New Year’s resolutions and all that garbage. However, now with work finally getting settled down. I’m hoping to get more time over here to be…a running dork.
Today was a first; I was actually up prior to the sun coming up and running. Now, due to work, most days that isn’t realistic, but I had today off so I went for it. I noticed a few things:
It was a nice experience. Those of you who enjoy the early morning running, more power to you. As for myself, I’ll stick to the sunshine, and hopefully get the abdominal stuff in during the morning.
I did work on my abs a bit yesterday [nothing fancy]:
100 Right Side Crunches
100 Left Side Crunches
My core is thanking me for showing how out of shape I still am. So much to do. Factor in finding an apartment in the next three months, a vacation, and some crazy Subway sales, and I’m going to have to find time to get my core on.
P.S. New suit is coming soon!
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OK. Credit needs to be given. Here is a little background of some of the ‘tools’ I use out in ‘shop’ [aka the open road].
Brita Water Bottle [Target]: Cheap bottle that I can take on the go, built in filter so that my water is purified. This has assisted in me ensuring that my water consumption has increased exponentially [yes, I know, it is just a bottle]. As a kid growing up with water bottles in soccer, this is a great [and safe] habit for myself to get back into.
Yurbuds [www.yurbuds.com]: Crazy, awesome earbuds. Yurbuds makes the guarantee that no matter how much you sweat, or how active you are, these bad boys will not fall out. Let me tell you something. I sweat like one fat, nasty…thing…and these bad boys are yet to fall out. I had gone through nearly three pairs of standard earbuds prior to these. Absolutely incredible, the music quality is pretty good, rather cheap, and they are a great fit [with additional sizes if you have the bigger ears…haha]. Mad props to Yurbuds for supplying me with this pair. They’re getting put to excellent use!
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Why do we work out? Why do we train? Why do we sweat, puke, cry, and everything else in between. We work on our ‘diets’ [meaning what we eat, not how we eat], stare in the mirror, stand on the scale [every-so-often], and dream about tomorrow.
Some say health. Some say to prove a point. Some will just say that want to lose weight.
In the end though; we want to be visually appealing.
It’s a fact that the subconscious to anyone would boastfully or ashamedly admit. It’s our nature to be physically appealing, in hopes of appealing to an individual, or in other words…
Being skinny was hot, love handles were not, and the list can go on about what our culture [and underground culture] have declared attractive, unattractive, and in between.
“Modest is hottest”, I heard a girl in church say, trying to breathe from her skin-tight polo.
We’ve created a societal blunder of attempting to incorporate one set design to all the chess pieces on the table. The reality is that we are pawns, kings, queens, and knights in the wind. We’re merely unique by our own design. Yes, we can lose to fat, shed the calories, and boost the heart. We can gather the gear, lace up the shoes, and attempt to ‘kick asphalt’ down the road, but in the end our inner being still suffices to taunt the ever perplexing, thought invoking idea in our mere little minds; do we ever really change?
I can only use myself as an example, as I’m still uncomfortable in my own skin.
Let’s be honest for a moment, I’ve looked in the mirror, I’ve seen one or two ladies bat a second glance. I’ll never say I’m attractive, but I will say there are far worse things out there.
I’ve shed fifty pounds since this time last year. I run like crazy because not only do I find it morbidly fun [disturbing], but because when I don’t, I become paranoid. Absolutely terrified about becoming ‘fat’, going back to dark days of my life. But when I sit back and contemplate the thoughts of ‘going back’, it isn’t just the fear associated with being physically unfit, it’s the revelation of acknowledging that at that point in my life, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, in the eyes of the one person I loved; I wasn’t good enough.
I bust by body daily, attempting to tell myself I’m good enough. I puke up garbage on cold January mornings [today] because I tell myself that I can rise above, that I am better, that I can be greater. It isn’t just about that whole nutty Olympic concept, it’s merely being comfortable in my skin.
I’m sitting here, drinking my favorite drink at the local Starbucks, wearing a leather jacket, Oakley sunglasses, driving gloves, jeans, and a polo. Yet, with that said, I can look in the mirror and still pose the question, “What else can I work on?”
Be weary of such inflammatory and wandering of the mind. As I’m still trying to accept it myself, the same poses true to so many that run and work in the way I do; even if someone accepts you for you; you still have to overcome you.
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…and all you feel is solid rocks.
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