gangsta rap and porcupines

"Its funny how things change overnight when you're thinkin' right"-Xzibit

Say what you will, but there is no better motivating music to me than rap.

I'm talkin' hard core beats, awesome wordplay

Sure some of it's terrible and morally lacking, but it's life.
I can't identify with jackin cars, selling drugs, or shooting anyone, but I sure can identify with "comin up"...you know, workin hard. Trying to make money. Getting your name out there, and putting your nose to the grindstone to get what you want out of life.
Look past all the rhetoric and swears and you got music about the struggles we all face.

"You got two ears and one mouth. That means you got to listen twice as much as you talk"- Chamillionaire

Anyways, I figured it was time for an update.
I smartened up. I'm not going to the VT 100. The last thing I need is another bout of some random tendonitis.
I'll do one or two big solo-unsupported runs this summer when I feel ready.

Speaking of feeling. I feel good. Put in some good volume the last week or so.
Sarah G was nice enough to accompany on the bike portion of my all nighter on friday. We started a skunk count, but saw only one during our ride.

Around 12am I made my way via bike to my apartment and had the ultimate test: changing clothes to running gear and NOT laying down on my bed. Once I do that, it's over.

Had a nice run on the always-lit bike path. Saw one more skunk and a fox watched me from 10 yards away over by the UMPI field.

Today Joey B. and I hit the Heritage center for a trail run. Trails were dry and awesome. Did some adventure running on a dirt road intersecting the West MTB Trail and came upon a random run-down camp, which really was only the size of a big ice shack. It's funny, we both noticed how the top third of most of the trees on the trail to the camp had been stripped of bark.
As we approached the camp, we heard a rustling and a HUGE porcupine came around the side of the camp. Not sure of its plans, we ran like two little girls for a second, then turned around. It had gone to it's den under the camp.
I love training up here.

krp

Aliens and Obligations

Ever seen Alien, when the little monster comes exploding out of Ripley's stomach?

Feels like thats going to happen, only out of my head.

Other than a crazy headache, I'm doing pretty well.

Tendonitis is all but gone. Gonna try and put a good ride and run in this weekend.

Not going to lie, during those few weeks where my training was dramatically reduced, I had legit questions about my commitment to the sport, and this one was the most prevalent:
"Is this worth the emotional peaks and valleys?"

I am SO HIGH when I am training well, but the lows are really, really terrible when things aren't going according to plan.

I continued to question myself for days and days, until I came to the realization that there can be no other way.

Its who I am.
I have a body and mind built for unending activity. I live for it. I don't just WANT to do this, I HAVE to, or else I am an evil, vile person.
I almost feel obligated. If I quit now, I am wasting what I was created for.

I will throw myself off a bridge before I live a mundane life of: wake up, go to work, come home, eat, go to bed, repeat. That works for some people.

I need more.
I need to feel alive, and that life comes from physical experiences that turn me inside out emotionally.

When I've cycled or swam or run ALL DAY(or more), I feel like I have used every second to its potential....and that makes me happy and satisfied with my life, and who I am as a person.

Bring me to life.

krp