Where's Durr?

sO one derr, i was in the curr with Durr, and Durr ser to mer, Let's get some burr and some gurr! Got my bess gurr, took herr to the murr, said we werr going ta tha lurrk to drink da burr. but when me and durr get back in the curr, the dur of the gur rur to the curr and yer at der and i to give back his durr! needless to say, we ran outa burr beferr we left with tha curr.

AP and rj

Everybody's Got A Dream

As for what really matters, it's my dreams. Not the wet ones. (pause for laughter) The ones about my future, the ones that wake me up in the morning, and keep me up at night thinking about them. The issue is, the older generation only cares about what you wanna do for a living, and I can't say work 20 hours at a shoe store and run 100 miles every week. Most people just dont understand, they dont see how that can be rewarding, or how a futon couch can actually be quite comfy. But when its come down to it, I have no idea what I wanna do. I just keep putting one foot in front of the other and watch the mile markers fly by.

lil bit of that "GO GET" as my roommate would say it. He would also say stuff like "I pooped myself." So I'm not sure whether I should look for advice from him.

Big race this weekend, havta show SWPCM that I am still the chief, 21km is sure a long dance.

Go get,

rj

Got A Map?

I was pondering a life event to type about, cause I have been rather absent, I have came up quite empty, but at the same time very full. Full of knowledge, full of mileage, but not recently I have been "drunk and fat" (Rob Waston). Full of life time mileage, my log book finally hit 10'000km, a pretty big milestone in my books. Still working towards when I will start tallying my running in miles though. Back to lifetime mileage. I am sure no Halie Geb running 10km to school every day, but I wish, that would have been quite beneficial looking back on it. I'm talking the little things, like in the winter time go sliding and dragging my sled back up the hill over and over and over again. I'm curious if that has anything to do with me being a good hill runner, and a good bad conditions runner...

It's kind of a weird thought, maybe there is no truth to it, but maybe, just maybe, it helped.

So, enough of the serious stuff, ran a race, called it a season opener and closer. took a week, got drunk, got a map. And found our final destination on foot 3 hours later.

But, le grind begins today.

rj

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