Posted 23:52 by Tycho

Cead Mile Failte!

Alright, so today started off on a weird footing. Woke up at about 1 PM and didn't feel so great, so I took it easy for an hour.

Then I decided to stop being lazy and get started with my training program for the Cross Country season. Only did 1.5 miles today, but it's a start back to normal mileage. More on that later.

Came back, showered (well...yeah), then became lazy again. Then I went out to supper with my parents to the Red Sauce. Ate much food.

After that I came back, and continued to read Starship Troopers (again, for the fourth or fifth time...great book).

Threw on "Mall Rats" and ate some more. And wrote in here.

Ok, so I'll write about running today, now, because I should really write it down and keep a journal for it:

Time: 2:00 PM
Route: Volleyball Loop
Distance: ~1.5 miles
Conditions: 2 moderate hills, 1 minor one; 44 degrees Fahrenheit, sunny, very few clouds. 1 dog, held on leash. Was not hit by a vehicle (therefore not an exciting run).

Expectations: Not high. Haven't seriously run since early November. Wanted to take it easy today so I don't rush in too fast and damage my IT Band again, or have the beginnings of stress fractures in my hip.

Time to Complete Course: 11 min, 15 sec.

Results: Extremely disappointed with performance. Legs did not get tired at all, but I definitely need to work on my breathing. Also, next time I should not drink quite so much water before running, because it makes me throw up. Stretching before running is essential...didn't do too much of it today.

Feeling: legs tightened up on the last hill (the minor one), breathing was hard, heavy, and irregular, despite going what used to be an easy pace for me. Stretching afterwards was a little painful. I also noticed signs of dehydration later. I did not lose feeling in either of my feet, like I had been my last couple races. Flats are really, really, tight.

Thoughts: Despite not liking my time, it was a good run, and a beautiful day. The time just means I have room for improvement. Before I start going 6-7 a day, I've got to ground myself with a running base, and I'm starting to achieve it.

Sarge: "Ok, Blues! First off, we want your flag..."

Simmons: "Wait, wait, wait just a second. The last time we got their flag, the chick in the black armor showed up."

Sarge: "To stay right where it is! Keep the flag! But we do want our mechanized droid guy back. You may know him as Senor el Roboto."

Back to my day. I didn't make the most of it, but I just didn't feel like doing much. I think it has to do with going from an emotional high (FIRST competition, and all the dealings associated with it), to an emotional low (it's all over), and now I have a chance to sit back, relax, and enjoy life.

For all those of you who know me well, I don't really like that, because I love to keep busy, to hang out with friends, etc. That is how I relax and unwind. I strongly dislike being alone.

I did not get hit by a car today, nor a limousine (do I have some sort of freaking limo beacon or something, I mean, what the hell?!?), nor one of those thrice-damned bicycle couriers (do those bastards have ANY concept of fear?). Didn't get shot, stabbed, tripped, punched, kicked, stoned (or, in other terms, bashed to death with big fucking rocks), or electrocuted (done twice, fun stuff...try it sometime!). I also didn't get arrested, pushed, attacked, sworn at, or fall into a river (man, that was wicked cold). And of course I surely did not walk, run, or jump into a wall (unlike most days!). I was fed well, got plenty of rest, and I am still breathing. Therefore, today had to have been a good day.

And here's what I say about tomorrow: bring it on.

Edit: Realized that "stoned" also means "get high". First off, I detest normal smoking. I can't stand it. The smoke from a cigarette will drop me faster than a kick to the nuts...well, maybe not quite that fast, but you get the point. Why should I need to smoke that shit to feel good? Smoking is bad for me, and I would not consider lighting up neither cigarette nor joint. It's a disgusting habit. I think the bolded text states my opinion on smoking and/or the utilization of narcotics rather clearly.



Grif: "I would just like to let everyone know...that I suck"

And?

Grif: "And that I'm a girl."

What else?

Grif: "And I like ribbons in my hair............and I want to kiss all the boys."

Sarge: "This may be the best surrender of all time!"


Ok, so this is yet another strange Blog post from me. Despite getting plenty of sleep, I am still extremely tired, and not really thinking clearly. This sentence is false. I am a liar. MUAHAHAHAHA, paradoxes! THE PARADOXES I TELL YOU!!!

I am now working on making up 3 weeks worth of sleep that I've missed out on. For all those of you disillusioned souls: happiness is a measure of how much sleep you get. Starship Troopers seems to have hit the nail on the head there. Pot. Kettle. Black?