Hey, sorry it’s been a while eh? This always seems to happen once the training really gets going. The more I am running and working out the dumber and less creative I get, thus the blog suffers. It is a damn shame folks, and for that I am sorry! But I just finished up a gnarly couple weeks on the roads and I get to rest up a bit now. I’m back in the Guelph just chilling, so I figure I should get back on this blogging thing.
Going to NYC for a Half Marathon this weekend. I am super pumped about it. The fine folks at NYRR have assembled a sick field, it is really ridiculously stacked. I’m quite excited to be entering a race fit and confident, it has been a long time since that has been the case. My little training stint down there in North Carolina was pretty rad. I think I have gotten quite fit and I have gotten my confidence back. So looking to have fun out there this weekend, just gonna stick my nose in it and hopefully roll a good one.
I’ll just briefly touch on another aspect of the runnin’. People keep asking if I’m going to be chasing the 2:11:29 Olympic time in Rotterdam. Well here’s the thing, 2:11:29 is a sick, sick time. I am a 2:16 guy, that is a huge difference!.. Having said that, Yes, I am absolutely going to be chasing the Olympic time in Rotterdam. Coming into this training cycle I tried to convince myself that a 2:13-2:14 would be a good result, that would certainly be a time that I’d be proud of. Yet despite all my efforts in trying to be mature and reasonable that damn 2:11:29 time would keep sneaking back into my head. I couldn’t let it go, couldn’t fight those thoughts. So finally I just said “eff it, let’s give it a go!” Some people are going to criticize and call me stupid and delusional. And I agree, I am stupid and somewhat delusional, but shit man, I’ve always been told to dream big, and it doesn’t get any bigger that the Olympics. So that’s the deal, Rotterdam, out at 2:11 pace and holding that flow as long as I possibly can. Simple plan, and a plan that will either result in it being the best day of my life, or quite possibly the most painful day in my life. Either way, what do I have to lose?
So in non-running news, it’s that time of year again ladies and gentlemen, March Madness! Love it! The the NCAA basketball tournament is one of the best things in sports, (along with Soccer World Cup, Olympics, NHL playoffs and this; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sd_j2_GiefI) And this year the tournament is going to be extra wicked because the mighty Colorado State Rams have made it! This blows my mind, all I can remember about CSU basketball from my 4years in Fort Collins was that they were absolutely terrible! I went to half of one game once, and it was horrible and sad.
I blame the old coach for the brutalness of Colorado State basket ball circa 2002-2007, I just don’t think he knew anything about basketball. I’m petty sure he was an electrician by trade. His brother-in-law was the athletic director at CSU and gave this guy the job as part of a dowry or something, there was no way he was a legit coach. This “coach” knew two things about basketball; he knew that being tall helped, and he knew that if you shot at the basket from far enough away you got three points instead of two. As a result of this vast understanding of the sport he recruited a whole bunch of 7footers and told them to shoot three pointers all day. The results were a whole bunch of 5-25 seasons and a campus full of gangly, uncoordinated ogres.
In all honesty CSU is not really a very good athletic school at all. I would go to the football games because tailgating was fun as hell, I once filled a watermelon with vodka and took it to the game, that was a fun day…probably…I don’t remember. But really when it comes to NCAA sports I am a West Virginia Mountaineers fan.
I probably should not cheer for the Mountaineers, they did after all just straight up cancel my sport and make me transfer. Their athletic department is as inept as they come. But man, it is hard not to get caught up in the excitement and passion that the folks in West Virginia show for their ‘Neers. They live and die by these teams. When I was a freshman the Mountaineers won a big football game. Sure, it was an away game and all, but an army of students still broke into the stadium and tore down the goal posts. They then proceeded to parade the goal posts through downtown as everyone else lit their couches on fire and general chaos ensued, the National guard had to be called! Seriously though, at WVU it is a tradition to light your damn furniture on fire to celebrate a big win. That is just way too rational/awesome, Go ‘Neers!
Okay, Folks have a great week, Hope everyone’s training is going well. Spring racing season is fast approaching! I’ll hit ya up with a race report after NYC, Cheers!