Is This Forever.

What it takes.

I still don't know, I've been playing this game for years and I still don't know what it truly takes. I mean, everyday I get out there, bust my a$$ off and I dunno why I even do it. I just have absolutely no idea when the game ends. Or does it end, I've been thinking, I don't think I'm in a sport where it just ends, yeah sure after Nationals it seems like the end, but its not we keep going. We keep running because we don't know what else to do. Somedays I try to imagine a world where I had say 20 more hours of free time. I am not saying I run for 20 hours a week, just think about how much mental preparation, how much more sleep, and all the little things you do. In the end all added up it is probably close to 30 hours a week, maybe more.

Back to the initial question, what it takes, or is that even a question. Lets change it. What does is take?

The next thought is "take" to what? Win? Run a 32min 10km? Who knows... But maybe the question is more personal, what does it take to make me satisfied? 

Hell, I dunno... every time I step on the start line, or start another interval in practise, I just hope it goes better than the last one.

Little goals... little goals that are achieved in time take you from a point A and drop you off at point B.

And who knows when you will ever get to point B, I'm still chasing it.

rj.

but seriously,
If I had 30 extra hours a week... I'd get drunk a lot, maybe get fat.

The 90's Aren't 10 Years Ago Anymore.

In honour of Robbie Watson and his massive balls for attempting 2 marathons within 3 months, I'm back at #legrind. It's been a long process and a lot of miles, getting ready for my 3rd season on Bern's Farm and to get here I have made many decisions to ensure that this season is the best one yet.

1. No more pussy mileage, if it ain't triple digits I might as well where a skirt.

2. All the little things.

3. 10 runs a week, including friday, (how you like them apples durr)

4. The big one, STRIDE PUSH-UPS!

Our theme this year at X is push-ups, why... cause the more you too the faster you go. now a STRIDE PUSH-UP is when you stride, then do 5 push-ups and repeat. STFX XC team has copyrights. Try it if you want, but bet you aren't doing them while smelling the salt of the ocean.

Nice to be back though, gunna be nice to lace up the ol spikes this weekend too. Time trail wasnt much of a rust buster. Legs are still like, wanna tempo today? I'm like "f*** you, lets go fast!!"

I'm unsure if this applies anymore, but LONDON 2013 B****ES.

rj

Something is about to happen, that has not happened in an age....

Greetings runners everywhere,

The rumored wild bearded man, the Lakehead Luggage Moose, Benabus Jonesus from the wild white north has entered the pack for this fall's XC season. The above title is a quote taken from the Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. As a matter of fact it is Treebeard himself who says it when the Ents decide to go to war. Now reflecting on the relevance of the quote it has been 3 whole years since I've trained and raced in an XC race. I finally made the decision when I was just finishing a ski workout (yes, I did nordic skiing in my time away from running) last March when I foolishly said to a group of varsity runners that I was going to run XC in the fall. In the words of Durr I "threw my hat over the fence." As opposed to Treebeard and the Ents I did not think things through but rather impetuously put myself in a position where I couldn't back out of.

Any regrets you may ask? None.

It's been a tough summer of super high mileage (for me) and I've lost almost all of my skiing muscle, 20 pounds! So I'm light and fast but can't lift jack anymore. That's ok though, being able to run a 17min 5k like I was sleeping is more than worth it.

This weekend is the Lakehead TT then start of training camp. The North is ready to be unleashed.

Benabus

Not When, But Where...

I've been pondering the thought of what I would be like without jogging.

Thats about as far as I ever get, but seriously, on my phone I keep a memo of stuff I wanna say on here to the wonderful people who often scroll the useless pages of blabbering on and on about nothing. I don't even know if that sentence makes sense. Moving on, here is what I had in the memo when I looked today.

Prison: in and out, same thing.
Garbage till I'm running.
Girl: hoots and hollas

Now, about the first thing if there is some ex con out there reading this, help me out, cause I have no idea what that means.

Been putting in some monster weeks, and some killer days, and slaving at a farm, and when I get a chance to sit and relax, I take, my entire body hates me. It screams "you suck", "don't ever move again", "you are dead". But of course after I fight off the rigamortis, I feel beyond relaxed!

So of course while on the run we have gotten our fair share of hecklers and hoots and even a few hollers, but that could be an entire other post. So me and my buddy AP were out in the kerr ferr a terr and we see this 9 out for a yog, so we decided to let her know we appreciate what she is doing.

OWWWW OWWWW!!!

rj

Maybe Someday.

Dated a girl who was older than me once. It was in grade 6, she was in grade 7, so I am unsure if it actually counts. It didn't last long, her friends thought it was weird so it was over. She broke up with me in a note.

When writing a blog, I look 3 places for inspiration, humorous stories, Rob Watson, and my log book. Now when I thought about writing this, this here is about as far as I got, so from here on out Imma wing it. College.

So I guess I'll start with the obvious, I'm kinda a runner, part time farmer, lil bit of everything in between at times. This is where I hit the wall, writers block, oh f*** what am I to do.

Anyways, as for jogging, things are coming along.

go get

rj

t-bag woody for the win.
nuff said.

see ya'll real soon.