Sorry, it’s been a while folks. Things have been hectic, well not really hectic, more like I’ve been lazy. Yeah that’s a better way to put it, I’m just kinda lazy. It’s just that I’m really putting a lot of time and focus into recovery these days. Naps, lying around and general lounging are the name of the game. Things running wise have been going quite awesomely. I had a pretty solid workout today that I am quite excited about. But the recovery for this one is going to be a lot of work. Lots of naps and movie watching coming up in the next couple of days.
So speaking of my workout. Well, here I am, just a quaint little runner doing a little tempo @ 8:30 on a Friday morning, it’s snowing and it’s cold. But I have my roommate (and runner, quite fast runner) jumping in to keep me company on my warm-up. Then I have the main man (DST) leading the support crew in the Tundra. The support crew consists of two Olympians, The main man and a pretty lady. These folks were there to help me with bottles and general support over the course of a long and hard workout. It was pretty special that these guys would just show up to hang out and watch me run up and down a road (that’s what I did, up one side and back down the other, it was the only place with decent footing). That kind of sums up the scene here in Guelph. We support each other anyway we can. There is a comraderie and friendship within our group that is pretty rare (and awesome) at this level. When it’s time to race the gloves come off. But during training we all do whatever we can to help each other run faster. I love my Guelph/Speed River team here, they are the tits. I was going to continue this little rant with a jab at AC, but that would be unnecessary, so I’ll just stop.
So that’s running for this week. Want to see an awesome picture that my buddy Matt (Blog #10) sent me?
Yeah, that’s me as a sophomore in University, and yeah I’m rocking a samurai sword, oh, and yeah I did just kill a couch, inner tube and window blinds (and yeah, I’m hammered). But that’s not horrible. Usually in the States drunk folks play with guns and end up accidently shooting their friends/selves. I was just messing around, I swear. I also have some really stupid sideburns in this picture. the sideburns have nothing to do with me being drunk, that is more about me just having begun to grow facial hair, and I figured I’d show that off to the world. Kinda like when I was 15 and I only wore sleeveless shirts and insisted on “raising the roof” as often as possible, or when I was 13 and I wore my jeans really low around my hips.
hmm…anything else? yeah one last thing. Remember a few blogs ago when I got all up in my dads face? Well Mom, it’s your turn. Okay, this happens to me all the time, and it makes perfect sense, hell one of my best friends did it today. What is this they do? They refer to me as Robert, okay. But Rob is not short for Robert, it’s short for Robin. Mom! What the Hell! Why the hell did I get a girl’s name? I mean, I was your 4th friggen man kid. you should have been well versed with a wide variety of potential boys names… And I get Robin? sonofabitch, I hated my name when I was younger. I would cringe when attendance was being read in class, just waiting for the inevitable stares and snickers when my name was called and I had to fess up to be the kid with the girl’s name. One time I was registered to run a race and the race folk put me in the girls division, I lost my shit on that one. Gah, why do I not get mad at my dad here also? I just assume he had little to do with the naming process here. He was probably at home taking care of the other three kids and my mom snuck that name on the birth certificate. My mom is cagey like that. I’ve come to terms with it now, but I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable being referred to as Robin, it’s just not natural. I’m giving my boy kid an awesomely manly name, like Bruce. That’s a solid man name.
So last week I had three Russians visit the ole’ blog. My guess is that the original Russian told a couple buddies that he was featured in the blog, and then they came and checked it out. I like that. My goal is to have 6 Russians next week and then 12 and then ultimately I want Le Blog du Rob to be the premier blog read by all of Russia. I can’t wait to become a Russian celebrity, it’s gonna be awesome. Russian chicks are hot.
Running update coming up now. Winter has come to Guelph, this week has been cold as balls and snowy, not cool. But training has been just fine. Just have to nut up and get out the door. I have a big workout tomorrow, it will be a good indicator of how things are progressing. Hopefully I can rock that sucker. I’ll have the speed river support crew (DST, Gilly, Courtney) on hand helping with bottles and such. That should be nice since 2 of my bottles were taken out by a salt truck on my last workout. Gonna be a good one. Only 12more days of cold and snow before we head down to North Carolina for the pre-marathon camp.
Check out this awesome picture my buddy Matt (see Blog #10) sent me.
Yeah, that is me rocking a samurai sword. This picture was taken right after I had killed a couch and some blinds. Before this picture was taken Matt and I were enjoying a few drinks at the best bar in the world; The Surfside 7. Oh me oh my, how I love the surfside. The surfside was my watering hole during university. This place had the best Jukebox and cheapest beer out there. $2micros and Hot Water Music on the jukebox, yeah, amazing place! Many nights of chaos and debauchery were centered around this little hole in the wall. Thursday nights were the best, this was “bad beer night” 7 of the shittiest beers from across the land all for $1 each. Well these beers all happen to be from Milwaukee. Matt lives in Milwaukee now, I don’t think that is a coincidence. Anyways, after a bad beer tour or two things would just get plain silly. Be it samurai sword fights or foot chases vs the campus police. Sure I was slow back then, but I had no problem out running a few campus po-po’s.