life after death.

Too all my fans.
I'm sorry. I have failed you all. There was such promise at the end of October and now... not so much. I am a completely different person, from being invincible, now crying when I see puppies. My walls have been shattered. My knee broken... I don't know what to do.

My first serious running injury is what I am talking about. ITB pain, syndrome, whatever... I just wanna get into some sort of shape so maybe I can come back a run a decent BEER MILE. I can't decide wether or not its humorous or embarrassing or serious that when physio-people ask "When is your next serious competition?"

I say "Beer Mile at the end of March."

Guess all I have to do now is talk about some of the things I have accomplished since my running stopped.

1. got fat.

yeah thats about it... big man upstairs and all other gods, please help me!

slowly...... dying.. inside and.. out.

is there really life after death... only time will tell.

until then,

rj

If Only I Could Walk, I Would Learn To Run.

So, as the title suggests, I am incapable of walking. This however is kind of a lie, as I can walk, but it is extremely painful. People who know me think I am somewhat a freak of nature as I rarely encounter painful experiences which are running related. I wanna then clear some stuff up, firstly due to the nature that this issue effects walking it is considered a walking injury. In the steps of growing up, one starts by crying, then lying on its stomach,then crawling, then walking, then finally running. Now I have cried, and spent considerable time lying down in a state of depression, and I think crawling around campus may be somewhat frowned upon, so now the next step is to walk, but thats where the trouble begins. My knee hurts.

As time goes on and I am continuously is this state of depression where it feels like my world is crashing down upon me, I sometimes snap out and see clearly. And this is what I have noticed.

Day 1: holy f*** this hurts, i'll take a day it'll come around.
Day 2: holy f*** it hurts still, okay, I can still save myself, gym hard!
Day 3: same as day 2
Day 4: same as day 3.
Day 5: enter physio, i am told to stop trying to stay in shape and let it heal.
Day 6: cool
Day 7: Im going stir crazy here!
Day 8: f*** it legs go run!
end of day 8: can't walk.

now a while back durr mentioned something on the top of injuries...
How to properly use an Elliptical.
And something else about the phases of an injury. Now to reiterate them to you is me, I am sorry if I screw up the order or am not as funny as the funny man himself but.

step 1: ahh just take a day.
step 2: this must be serious, better hammer the gym to stay fit.
step 3: denial, there is no point my life is over.
step 4: acceptance, I may actually be hurt.
step 5: I feel okay, lets go! and fails.
step 6: actual acceptance.

Okay lets slowly start putting the work back in focus on the future not the now.
Its a long way till NFL XC 2014.

rj

Confessions and Resolutions.

I was going to have the title read, Confessions, Absolutions, and Resolutions, just so I could have another "ions" word in there, but I realized that I do not think I know what exactly an "absolution" is. I mean the word is used in a church setting quite frequently I believe, and unless I am forming a new religious cult, other than the one I am already involved in (MILEAGE), I will be leaving that word out. But just out of curiosity and because google is only a couple clicks away, I will search it.... Yeah, it's not the word I'm looking for.

Twenty-thirteen is coming to a quick close and for the most part it was a fairly successful year, I mean, for a couple months I was quite fat, and for a couple months I was getting skinny again, and for a couple months I was fast again.

Confession 1: I was quite fat, until I of course got skinny again.

And basically, after getting that one off my chest the whole confession list is over.

As for Resolutions, I'd like to be profound and say I will do something profound, but I don't really think that's my style. I keep things simple.

Resolution 1: drink more than one water bottle a day.
Resolution 2: don't slack when a part of training doesn't go as planned.

Resolution 3: do more push-ups.
Resolution 4: stay not fat (new years eve edit, 11:27pm)
Resolution 5: live a little more like Miley.

Kay, the fifth one is kinda a joke, my booty can't twerk. Not that hers can either...

2014 here we come.

rj.

Remember When Miley Came Out With "Party in the USA", What A Slut.

Made the ol' journey home the other day, aiport lost my luggage, losing some mileage this week. fack! In my time off, waiting for luggage, I have been pondering the evolution of Miley. From Hanna Montana to what ever she is now. My conclusion, she is practicing some safe yoloing, and creating some mad musical fusion. Therefore after a long debate with my younger sister who believes yolo is "old" I have decided that, I will start hashtagging LLM. #LLM. It's simple, LIVE LIKE MILEY.

But in all seriousness why do we have to run indoor track... why can't we just have 2 xc seasons. A fall one, and a winter/spring one. That would be pretty sweet.

High On Purp.

rj

Rolling Around Again.

Typical Day on the Exam Break.

9:00am Alarm: f*** that.
9:10 Snooze: Kay fine, lets do some work... Letsrun...Flotrack...Trackie...
10:30: lets go run. practice isn't till 11, but what if I forgot how to tie my shoes.
11:00: Run, preferably anywhere but on the roads, but hey.
12:30: Run over, sitting in the switchroom thinking of ways to take up more time, okay yeah sure, lets hit the gym, oh wait, I don't go to the gym.
1:00: Home for lunch, making the same sandwiches I have been making all year.
1:30: study.
2:00: actually start studying.
4:30: should I go for another run? totally!
5:00: supper with the boys, and countless arguing over anything to not go back to work.
8:00: study.
8:30: actually start studying.
9:30: maybe I should go for another run...

But in all seriousness I got fat, triples might help. Maybe. Some jokers on the team said they were gunna roll me down a hill. Race ya!

I heard somewhere that some short guy wanted to be in the NBA so he had to learn how to dunk. He started doing calf raises in the shower. I don't want to be in the NBA, but I am doing calf raises in the shower. Sorry for that image! How gross is that? Picturing a 145 pound fat runner in the shower!

f*** I got some self image problems.

rj