Sonofabitch, I have been trying to write a new post for three days now. But each time I start I just end up writing an bunch of really stupid crap. Folks, I have some writers block going on. My brain is fried from this training I’m currently doing. Run-eat-sleep-eat-run-eat-sleep, repeat. That’s it, this is what my life has become and it is all I have energy for these days. And as a result the blog is being neglected. So if you find this post to be crappy, blame coach DST, he’s running the show and slowly turning me brain dead. Sorry to throw you under the bus here coach, but I refuse to take responsibility for my own actions. And if I end up sucking at Houston I will once again blame everything on you, it’s just the way my generation works, it’s easier that way. But luckily for DST he is one hell of a coach and he has me fired up and ready to go, so this won’t be an issue.
Speed River/UofGuelph training camp was a great success, we gassed up some vans, loaded them up with a plethora of ectomorphs (and Pat) and rolled down to Chapel Hill. The drive was annoying at times, I find that Americans don’t drive fast enough. This is okay, but if you are going to drive slowly get the hell out of the passing lane. And come on now, if you are driving a sweet sports car with a big ole’ engine in it, you should probably not be getting rolled by an 11passanger cargo van on the interstate. And don’t get me started on the random ass stop lights on the friggen highway in West Virginia! Gah. so we made it safely despite all that and the GPS (once again, not my fault) trying to get us murdered by taking us down the most random of country roads in West Virginia. anyways, It was a nice week of training here in Chapel Hill. We had a solid crew of athletes as well as some sweet support crew action with BST doing a little physio work and Dr. Stellingwerff keeping us up to date on all sorts of interesting science type stuff. But now my friends are gone and I’m here with brother Pete and sister Kristin and their dogs. I like staying with brother Pete, he looks like me, an older, fatter, shorter version of me, so I get a boost of confidence every time I see him. The American family takes good care of me, this will be a good month.
So this is the beginning of 2011, This will be a good year. 2010 was an okay year. The track season of 2010 was lame as hell, but fall road racing and xc was pretty good, overall an okay year. Yes people, I have gotten to the point where I determine the quality of the year based on how fast I ran in said year.
Alright, now for a non-running related story from the vault. This is a story about me being dumb and hurting myself. One day in 6th grade I was home from school for lunch. I was kinda just hanging out. Moms and pops were at work and it was just me and brother Scott. So I’m in the kitchen and I start fooling around with this big serrated knife we had (so now you know how I am going to get hurt) anyways, I am pretending I’m like a ninja or something playing with this knife, and I start to attack a cereal box. I am trying to slice the flaps off the box, but I keep swinging and missing. So in a moment of just pure idiotness I decided to grab the flap and take a big ole’ swing at it to cut it off the box. Well shit, I once again completely miss the flap, but I stuck that knife a good inch into my thumb. From the tip all down the nail and then some, straight through. God, I saw it happen in slow motion. I kinda sat there for a second stunned, then blood just started to flow like a mothersucker. Luckily I shredded some nerves because I never felt a thing, because this looked painful. I called my mom…who is a nurse! and told here I had just mangled myself, kinda, well actually I said I had done it slicing a bagel, so she figured it wasn’t to serious. She told me to suck it up and go to school, so I did. I had managed to wrap the wound and make it back to class. Unfortunately once back at school I bumped my thumb on something and began once again bleeding profusely, all over my desk. My teacher came over to see what was up. Anyways, eventually I made it to the hospital and got fixed. That whole ordeal sucked. Cutting your finger in half is lame.
Hey everyone let me be the first to say happy new year! 2011, exciting stuff. But before we embrace the awesomeness that is 2011 lets have a little reflection on the year that we are leaving behind; 2010. So 2010 it was nice knowing you, your track season was lame as hell, but you had pretty decent fall road race season. So all in all you were a very average year. Yes folks, I determine the quality of any given year based on how fast I ran in said year. 2009-Great! 2008-Shit! 2007-Mediocre! 1983-2006-Didn’t really care about running back then, wonder what was I spending 90% of my time and energy doing back then? Man, I should get a life outside running, but the real world scares me. I am not a very well rounded person at all. Crap.
So I have escaped the great white winter from up north and now I am in the more temperate climate of North Carolina, Chapel Hill to be exact. The Guelph/Speed River training camp was a great success. We made it down here safely despite our GPS trying to get us murdered in the hills of West Virginia. Yeah, the GPS decided it would be a good idea to get off the highway