not too good

Fell back - 2 miles in 15:14:59.

Ran this immediately after 1 hour of Aiki-Kempo training.

Still shouldn't have been that slow. I don't know what to say.

I even felt pretty good. First mile was 7:33, I guess that probably had a lot to do with it.

Anyway, overall I felt a lot better running. I think my endurance is definitely going up.

a decent 2 mile

I just knocked out 2 miles in 14 minutes and 50 seconds (and 32 hundreths if you must know).

Anyway, it is a muggy bitch out there right now, so I sweat as much or more tonight than I do on the 4 miles. Wow, it just struck me as to how strange of a thing that is to write - I'm sure you all wanted to know that (all 3 of you who occasionally read this that is).

I was definitely beat after that run, really feeling it in my legs. I will probably give myself until Thursday before I run again. In the mean time...
1)tomorrow lifting arms, shoulders and back
2)Wed. softball
3)Thursday running, lifting chest and shoulders

Have a good one.

4 in 35.1

Yesterday I pushed myself pretty good. I crossed the 4 mile mark just as the 1 second was passing the 35 minute mark.

It seems that progression is going to slow a bit now, becuase this is probably the same time as what I did on my last post - before I was running farther than 4 miles which explains the extra 2 minutes.

A few things that I realized after yesterday's run:
1)I can push myself harder and actually handle it. So, that is the goal for next time.
2)Do Not drink the night before the run. I had about 48 ounces of beer, I'm going to blame that for slowing me down. - I really don't know if that was a factor, but it seems reasonable.
3)Do Not eat sooner than 2 hours before running. I had to push through a side ache for close to a mile (mile #2), it was a late breakfast.
4)When it is hot, milk is a bad choice.No personal experience with this in the past 20 years, but I'll take Ron Burgundy's word for it.

On a side note, I did time my first mile and I hit 7:45. I thought I was running faster than that, but I wasn't trying to set a 1 mile presonal record either. I was keeping the distance in mind.

Goal for my next run: 4 miles in 34 minutes - or better.

1 of my all-time favorites

such a good song.

A new favorite

4 in 37

So,
Today my knees held out and gave me 4 miles.

I was pretty surprised that I made this full 4 miles, regardless that it was at a slow jog towards the middle/end.

In the last 3/4 of a mile I think I hit a delirious, euphoric semi-dehydrated state that actually felt pretty good and determined that this must be the "runners high".

Anyway, I'm actually starting to enjoy the running.

I'm setting my goal at 6.5 miles in 52 minutes. Seems reasonable if I stick to the training.

Great song - John Denver

This is how I felt when I lived in Montana.
_________________________________________________

He was born in the summer of his twenty-seventh year
Comin' home to a place he'd never been before
He left yesterday behind him you might say he was born again
You might say he'd found a key to every door

When he first came to the mountains his life was far away
On the road and hangin' by a song
But the string's already broken and he doesn't really care
It keeps changin' fast and it don't last for long


CHORUS
The Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullaby
Rocky Mountain high (Colorado)
Rocky Mountain high (Colorado)


He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below
He saw everything as far as you can see
And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun
And he lost a friend but kept the memory

Now he walks in quiet solitude the forests and the streams
Seeking grace in every step he takes
His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake


CHORUS
But the Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
Talk to God and listen to the casual reply
Rocky Mountain high (Colorado)
Rocky Mountain high (Colorado)


Now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear
Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more
More people, more scars upon the land


CHORUS
And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
You know he'd be a poorer man if he'd never saw an eagle fly
Rocky Mountain high (Colorado)
The Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
Friends around the campfire and everybody's high
Rocky Mountain high (Colorado)

3 in 25

So,
Yesterday I ran 3 miles in a little over 25 minutes. I'm relatively happy with this, considering it is only the second time this year that I have "ran" outside, and probably the fifth time I have "ran" at all this year.

For those of you who are actual runners you would probably consider what I did as jogging, since the time is so slow. Anyway, for the rest of us who don't have the ambition, anything that is not walking is essentially running ;)

At this point running 6.5 miles seems like a physical impossibility since I could tell if I would have kept going my knees would have been in some serious pain.

I plan on running every other day until the race on Sept. 20.

I should probably mention that my entire trip was slightly over 4 miles and it took me approx 42 mins. Since I walked the entire last mile.

Some of my favorite quotes

Here is a few of my own, I will post some others when I get the chance.

"Most things aren't a problem until they effect you directly"

"If it doesn't work by the third try, break it"

"Fuck this tax system and everyone who thinks that there should be higher taxes on small business"

"Anyone who thinks taxes are too low either makes too much money, doesn't own a small business or really doesn't know what the fuck is going on"

Antony Garrett Lisi

There's not much I can say about this guy other than I'm amazed.

How can someone so intelligent be so... normal?

I think the things that impress me most is obviously his intelligence, but also the places he chooses to live.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antony_Garrett_Lisi

Off of Craigslist.org

Apparently this was a post on craigslist.org (like an ebay i think).

Anyway, pretty much sums it up.

Of course I'm blogging, but anyway.

The post:


I don't care what colour you are. I don't care where you're from. I don't care what you do for a living. I don't care what class you are, how you dress, what you smoke or drink or who you know or whom you've fucked.

I hate you all. I hate every last living, breathing, snot and feces producing, promiscuously copulating, celebrity obsessed, opinionated one of you. From right here in Toronto right around the planet and back, coast to coast, nationwide and internationally. Every. Single. Last. One. Of. You.

Fuck love. Fuck your insipid grasping at some abstract concept of chemical imbalances and reasonless actions, fumbling around in the crowd trying to find some cinematic supposition for real human interaction. Fuck lust, too. Fuck you all, from the lowlife dirtbags that think dropping trou and waving the little soldier in a sloppy arc is a pick-up line to the sniveling of the desperate 'nice guys' who never get the girl due to a total lack of testosterone grown stones. Fuck you all, from the crazy, under dressed sluts that judge a persons character by the price of their shirt, right down to the fat, flabby chicks that think personality is enough.

Fuck you drivers, for thinking that a yellow light is a sign that says 'step on the gas'. Fuck you wheelmen and women that think it's okay to sit in a left hand turn in the middle of morning traffic, even though there is a protected left in the intersections before and after where you need to make your turn. Fuck you too cyclists - you're not exempt from the traffic laws just because your peddling, you miserable spandex covered neon reflective fucks. Fuck you too, pedestrians. Use the fucking crosswalk if you don't want to get hit, and use it before the little countdown clock says '3'. You don't have enough goddamn time to lope across four lanes of traffic.

Fuck you chick on your cellphone. Fuck you attitude packed minimum-wager that makes my coffee. Fuck you cops that spend all their time handing out speeding tickets. Fuck you douche bag doing ten over the limit in the passing lane on the highway. Fuck you lady using exact change at the counter at the grocery store. Fuck you kids having a conversation in the doorway. And fuck you also for not getting the fuck out of your designated handicapped seat when a pregnant or elderly person gets on the fucking bus.

Fuck taxes. Fuck welfare. Fuck the whole selfish, over politicized and party driven government system. I'm sick and fucking tired of policies and new laws with seven hundred bylaws that nobody but you and your cabinet reads. Fuck you councilors and your stupid 'district improvement' plans. Fuck you unions, for asking for so much and giving nothing more that what you already give. Fuck the whole process that allows people who are supposed to be working for us work for interests that only benefit the next campaign. Fuck your short-sightedness, your rush to the bandwagons, and your incessant arguing over fuck all. Fuck the parties, fuck the conventions, and fuck your campaigns. Do some real fucking work for a change.

Fuck you bottles of water. You're water. You're not worth two fucking dollars.
Fuck you trendsetters, fuck you fashionistas. Fuck your little dogs and and your idiotic outfits. Fuck your high heels in the snow. Fuck your five dollar coffees and your fifteen dollar veggie burgers. Fuck your health kick, your diet or your fucking new interest in kickboxing or sushi.

Fuck your culture. Fuck your race. Fuck your sense of entitlement. Fuck your sense of uniqueness. Fuck you all for the belief that you have something unique and interesting to contribute. Fuck you for filling the internet with your useless garbage. Fuck your blogs, your wikis, your forums. Fuck your name calling. And most of all, fuck whatever you believe. It's all wrong. Fuck it.

Fuck your complaints. Fuck your addictions. Fuck your dependencies. Fuck your pain. Fuck your tears. Fuck selling whatever it is you sell. Fuck your manipulation of others. Fuck movies. Fuck fucking. Fuck everything you own. Fuck your allergies. Fuck your stupid commons sense. Fuck your spelling and fuck your lack of education, or your ignorance, whatever is applicable.

I don't give a fuck. Shut the fuck up and just get on with it.




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