5 miles and a sign of hope

I woke up early this morning for a talk with my folks, things are healing and that is good.  Afterwards I lazed around and talked with the wife and before I knew it, my run window was gone.  I panicked, thinking that my streak was going to end at 4, because I honestly didnt know if I would be able to get another opportunity to run today. 

As the day progressed, however, I cut out time around 3pm, that would give me an hour to run, before my next to do list task.  As I was heading out to change, I was interupted by a person that I had been trying to track down all day....now he was ready for what I needed done, but he only had an hour to do it.  So, run pushed back, yet again. 

After I finished that tasking, I headed down to meet with my boss, and get started on a project for later this week, only to find out that it wasnt happening anymore.  What's this?  All of a sudden my night is free?  AWESOME!!

I quickly went and changed into PT's, and grabbed Gary, the Grumpy Garmin, my headphones and hit the trail.  I was pumping Avenged Sevenfold in my ears, and that increased tempo and aggression must have been the catalyst for my legs, as I warmed up with a 9:30 mile and then churned out 4 miles between 8:20 and 8:45.  That is fast for these conditions and this trail.  5.2 in 44:59. 

I am starting to learn and understand that trail running times do not equate (AT ALL) to road running times, some trails a max effort might get you in the 7mm range, other trails (like mine here) max effort will get you in the 8:30-9:00mm range....its the little nuances that make trail running so much more interesting than road. 

Anyway....Gary stayed alive, the Tunes never died and I had a great run!  What a great day....I hope tomorrow will be just the same, or better....54~~

This is me, writing

I felt I should write something, though I dont know what
So I will ramble on until something profound comes out
taking up space on this little interweb
hitting
the
enter key
as much and as of
ten
as I want to.

My eyes sting from sweat getting in them, the sweat is there because I ran,
not far enough but far enough to count.  Thats twice today, I am feeling fine
better than this morning and that's always nice
I hope I can put the same effort in tomorrow that would be twice as nice and five in a row...
1 for a dollar 2 for 3 and 3 for 5, dont ask me about how much 10 costs, could be a GU or two. 

Dr. Suess has nothing on this ramble, not even a fox in sox preaching on a soapbox can keep up with my lyrical musings
speaking of musings, whats so confusing about a dehydrated man, with nothing on his mind but
random words mixed into sentances. 

Kerfluffle. 

Just Write

I used to not write anything unless I had something profoundly inspirational or world changing to say.  But lately I have had an epiphany...no blog is going to set the world on fire, no blog will cure hunger or disease. These are just my own thoughts, rants and quips written for my own ego, or self loathing, or ego..or whatever I am feeling that day.  So, from now on I will just write.  And whatever I have written, just know that it was profound for me in that moment.


Its not like anyone else is reading this thing anyway. 

oh, and I am coming out of the closet.....I like Crepe's.

Eddie Vedder Could Be My Best Friend.....

...If only he would return my phone calls.

Seriously though, I find that when I listen to Pearl Jam, or Eddie's music, he hits a part of my soul and emotions that are exactly in tune with his words.  From the joy of Given to Fly, the heartbreak of Betterman and Daughter, the loneliness of Elderly Woman, the angst of World Wide Suicide and the hope of Life Wasted.  Every song strikes a deep rooted chord in me.  Pearl Jam has become my soundtrack for not only this deployment, and many a great run, but I think my over-arching adult life. 

I didnt always listen to Pearl Jam, and they arent always who I am listening to, but if one band, one musician could describe who I am, it would be Eddie and Pearl Jam.

Now, if only they would return my calls about a 4th guitarist...

Outrunning Technology

I outran both my Garmin and iPod today...it still felt too good to stop. Checking my clock when I got back in, just under 50 minutes...so based off of effort, I will give myself 5.5 miles. 

My 905's are coming to their last legs...the trails are killing them.

197 miles this year so far
505 miles on the NB's

Tranference

Some days your heart hurts so bad that the only thing you can do is make the rest of your body hurt too.  Funny, now my legs hurt but my heart feels a little better.  5 miles...48ish minutes....nothing to write home about, but then again, that may be why I was running to begin with.

We Are What We Do

Our perceptions of self, what we know, and how we think are not endowed... they are earned.  We are all the products of our experiences.  Accept challenges; you may fail, but you will always grow.  FORGE YOURSELF

I am now registered for the Run Rabbit Run 50 mile trail race in September.  I have no idea what to expect, other than I know it is going to be the hardest thing I have ever done.  I cant wait...

Now, I need a Frosty.