Hey there, it’s blog time. Quick glance to the right…yep, the sponsor banners are all gone. In my continued trend of change, I will no longer run for NB. And since I haven’t really heard from the other two for a little while I figure they’re gone too. Thanks to NB for all the support over the last few years, great group of folk and decent product. Thanks dudes (sorry Dave K! I’ll miss ya!).
Like I said, lots of change going on, I’ve had lot of relationships end in the last month or so (lady, job, city, club, coach and now sponsors) Most of these have been pretty liberating and awesome, some have been annoying and others are just blah. But whatever the case may be, I have done an absolutely terrible job of setting up any sort of fall back plans. Quit the job? ok cool, where am I going to work now? umm…I’ll figure something out. Leaving Guelph? yeah neat so where am I moving to? umm…I’ll figure something out. Not running for NB anymore? that’s good, so who am I gonna run for now? umm…I’ll figure something out.
I have my life planned until April 15th. after that? Well who friggen knows man. I may fall in love with a lovely Dutch lady and never come home, ya never know. I have no ties to anywhere in particular, I plan to just roll with it. I’ll end up somewhere doing something. It’s pretty rad/scary. I’ve been talking to a few people about a few possible endevours, I think everything will be just fine…I hope.
One thing I do know is that whatever happens I’m gonna keep hitting the roads and putting in the miles. This change in my running situation has been really refreshing. Running is going great and I’m super excited about my prospects for Rotterdam. Pete’s training is quite a bit different than what I am used to. We figured that I have put so many miles in my legs over the past three years (over 16,000miles) that my base is really friggen solid. We don’t need to be hammering 160mile weeks right now. We just gotta get fast, fast is sexy, and we’re gonna get sexy as hell. I’m talking 3-4workouts a week, I’m talking track stuff, back to back days and only 120mile weeks. It’s craziness! I’m trying to figure out a way to add a tab to this here blog so that I can post my training log. Once I figure that out I’ll do that.
I was out on a run the other day and I had a flashback to my youth, one of those memories that had been buried away in the depths of my brain somewhere, buried for my own protection. When I was in 5th grade I had a huge crush on this girl in my class, my little 5th grade heart was all about this girl. I dug her hard man. But I was weird looking and pretty shy, so I was afraid to say anything to her. also I was in 5th grade, so what the hell would I say to her anyways? I had no idea how to talk to girls. A couple of my buddies knew that I was into this chick and they tried to get me to ask her on a date. Obviously though this was never gonna happen. So as the school year progressed this crush continued to just linger and grow there in my heart, oh boy she was so pretty and awesome, I totally wanted to umm…I don’t know exactly what I wanted, I was 11. I just knew that I wanted to hang out with this girl.
One day my best buddy came up to me and was like “Rob, I talked to Girl, she said if you asked her out she would say yes!” My heart started to race, “Really, seriously she said that?!” My friend continued “Yeah, you have to meet her after school to ask her out!” I was so friggen pumped about this, I couldn’t believe this was going to happen, I was going to go on a date with the girl of my dreams!
I couldn’t sit still in class, I couldn’t wait till the day was over and I could get this thing going. I was nervous as balls, but my best bud said it was a sure thing, what could go wrong? The bell rang and school was over, by this time a few kids had caught wind of what was going on and they had decided to come check out the show. I gathered my buddies and we sought out to find my lady. We walked out onto the playground. I spotted her, it was go time! I was ridiculously nervous, but I hulked up and just went for it. I started walking over to the girl, I’m leading an army of like 6 boys, we are making a b-line towards her and all her friends. She looks up and sees me coming. I smile. She turns to her friend, they have a brief conversation. She looks back at me. I smile. A look of panic comes across on her face. I smile. She hesitates for a second…she turns around…and she takes the eff off! Bitch sprints straight off the playground and as she fades from sight my heart crumbles…I’m left standing there, a broken man. What the hell had just happened?
Well what had happened is that my best buddy and her best buddy had talked about my situation and tried to set us up. He made up all this shit about her being all into me and that if I asked her on a date I was golden. Friggen bullshit man, such bullshit! This plan was a disaster. I don’t think they really thought it through. Like, what would happen if Girl decided to freak out and run away? I was crushed man, so humiliated! That is not how you set someone up Eric! No, not at all, that is how you embarrass the hell outta an already self conscious little kid. Eff you Eric, you’re such a dick!
I had completely forgot about this until mile 17 of a 20miler this weekend. When this memory resurfaced I immediately turned bright red and felt an immense amount of shame. It was brutal, but I also think this answers a lot of questions about why I am so awkward around girls. So basically what had happened is that my best friend tried to help me score a chick, instead he ends up humiliating me and sabotaging my game…for the rest of my life!
Well, I gotta go bust out some 300’s on the track. Gonna keep relying on the only way I’ve been able to get girls over the past ten years, Speed Goggles!
Have a great one.