Thursday 121114

What. the. f*ck. (anything to get a record)

What. the. f*ck. 2. (how else can we have governing bodies screw up the sport, or maybe it is already done at the pro level)

Interesting read. (HS phenom turned sniper)

Longer read. (Varner’s report on TF)

Begging a caption.  Mine … “and then I felt my stomach start to rumble.”

So, the sponsor of the XC team we put together last year was PI.  Fair to say it won’t be them this year.

Nearly have the route nailed up for the solstice slog.  Send me a note if you want in.

AM – tough to rise.  It was sort of like this:  It’s much easier to sit inside and promise that I’lll run later. I’ll fed myself some bullshit that I’ll leave it until tomorrow to start taking training seriously and it’s always entertaining creating little plans in your head.  Mainly because you don’t have to do any work to feel the same buzz.  It’s like promising yourself that you’ll write a book at a later date. It won’t happen unless you write today. You won’t become fitter if you just dream up your perfect body. You have to do something to set it in motion. Self delusion is a cruel mistress. 

Snowed a bit last night but I made myself get out for a very easy and slow 4.6 miles.  Time to channel some sisu I guess.

Got over to Valley Forge in the evening and was able to explore a bit more.  Nearly all teh snow was gone, except in a few of the really protected places.   Found my way over Mount Joy (not sure if I will make it to Mount Misery as that is a bit further out).  6.5 miles.  This is a pretty cool park.