This is Weak

I saw this on the news this morning whilst sipping my coffee:

http://www.theolympian.com/golf/story/516457.html

"We planned so well, we really didn't have any major surprises," said Evans. "Luckily, we had great weather."
Yeah, sounds great. No surprises, Great weather. It reminds me of a guy called the Ultramarathon Man, Dean Karnazes, who did a similar stunt a while ago, except he ran 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 days. That's 1310 miles in a little over a month and a half. Add to that "long bus rides, logistical issues, blogging everyday." The only difference between the two trips is that one HAD BALLS. Big balls that ran ungodly miles for a ridiculous amount of time. It must have been so stressful, playing 18 holes everyday, in sunny weather, with nothing to worry about except; "should I use a 9 iron, or an 8?" DEAR GOD...THE CHOICES!!! Don't even worry about stress fractures, muscle cramps and tears, overuse injury, patella famoral syndrome, hydration, electrolyte replacement, plantar fasciitis, achilles tendonitis, clean clothes, good shoes, maps, food, and SANITY. Oooh, he made a birdie. Who gives a crap.

http://www.ultramarathonman.com/flash/

That's the website to a real man, take notes.

Update

This is redundant. I already posted it on TNWC on LiveJournal, and therefore it has or will appear on Facebook. BUT in keeping with the athletic/running nature of this blog, I'll say it again.
My first PFT this morning went well, despite being drunk all yesterday afternoon, walking (barefoot) up and down the boardwalk 20 times hitting on every female that crosses my path, not running more than 15 miles last week, and only going to the gym maybe twice. I hadn't done a pull up all of last week, I did my ab workout maybe once, and my running was mainly sprinting through the woods slaughtering the opposition with copious barrages of paintballs. That said, it went well.

Pull-ups: 16(I did 17 2 weeks ago)
Sit-ups: 100(without stopping)
3 Mile Run: 17:45 (my best time in 2-2.5 months)

I'm pretty much a PT stud. And a paintball god.

Old Acquaintances, New Friends

I just got in from a boots and yoots run with my neighbor Sandoval. (boots and yuts is boots and utility trousers, but no blouse.) We ran about 3 miles in the heat; a slow, intermittant run. But it wasn't the run that was worthwhile, it was getting to better know someone I had met about 2 months earlier and had hung out with once or twice in casual situations. The interesting thing was that he seems to be not simply the kind of person who wants to lose weight, or do better on his PFT. he seemed to have an actual interest in running, why I run, and how he can be better. I talked about many different theories and practices of my craft, reveling silently in the joy of spreading the faith to a prospective member. As always, I ran my mouth; expounded on a few of my own personal philosophies on life, hard earned credos that are slowly becoming time-tested.

It was getting to know someone while running that was worthwhile. The simple act of moving one foot in front of the other somehow strips you of all pretense and expectation, down to a simple person, not a Marine, Californian or New Englander.

This is why I run

Go Nuts

When I first came to Pensacola I was really very excited, I was going to start running again, get in shape after a 4 month recess, find some local marathons in a part of the country I had only once before visited, soak in the sun and enjoy life in the Corps. But as we say, I got "f*^ked by the big green weenie." I'm not entirely sure what it was, but my running wasn't nearly what it should have been. First, Barracks support was depressing and unmotivating. It did not require any skill or energy and left me feeling tired. The heat is another factor, well, not the heat so much as the humidity. I sweat like a mofo here, maybe I should never have left new England. Third, and this is a slightly less prominent factor, I had a girlfriend. Running was a stress releiver, and I didn't have much stress when I was with her. I had a few good runs here and there, 11 mile was my max though, and I never broke 17 or 18 miles a week (pitiful.) But then the most peculiar of life's quirks struck me. I got dumped. And the peculiarity of becoming stronger from something weakening began. For as great as I apparently was, I was still just not good enough. Needless to say I felt like crap. I talked to Trev and he said I needed to start running again, to "go nuts" it took a day or two, but I realized that he was right. I needed to throw myself body and mind into my running. Back into the safety valve that had previously kept me sane, and was sure to do again by its very nature.

Driven once again by my anger, the one thing that continuously makes me stronger, I jumped right into week 7 of the intermediate II marathon program. 0-50 miles a week, just like that. I zoned out on every run, my mind aslumber yet moving at a blistering pace on that one, incomprehensible situation. I spent hours on runnersworld.com, studying injury prevention, strengthening techniques, and training regimines. Running became my all consuming focus, and continues to be so. Though the last few days have been hectic, which I will talk about in a later post, The desire to run, to escape this monotone life is still burning.

Running is the only thing in life I truly love, the only thing I know. It is honest, it is sincere, it is true.

In The Beginning...

This is hardly my first post, or blog as the case and terminology may be, I am a hardened veteran of online ramblings, mostly on Livejournal.com/users/spartanv3/ (shameless plug) but this is my first time on this particular blogging site. Trev said I should join and write about my runs, and since I pretty much do anything Trev says... It's not a bad idea though, a place for running talk, and a place for everything else that nobody reads.
Trev also mentioned that he had 'mad friends' add me as a friend and that I should start typing away. First off, Trev, if your friends are mad, like, crazy, stop associating with them. Second, I'm not going to type to appease the masses. The masses can go F$#@ themselves. I don't know who these 'mad friends' are, If I knew them he would write their names, so I have to assume they are people I do not know ERGO they may be hot girls. So this will from now on be geared to the hot girls who have a penchant for guys with a flair for the literarily (word?) dramatic. FORSOOTH! some running credentials:
Boston 2006
Disney 2007
Hyannis 2007 (PR 3:40:49)
Boston 2007
Vermont 50K
Manchester 2007

Planning: City of Oaks Marathon 2008

Also assorted mid length runs, and 5k's which I run every Monday.

That said Let me give you some random facts about myself. I am 23, a PFC in the USMC. I can drive anything from a motorcycle to a bus to a horse. I am qualified with many different weapons, knife to M-240Golf. Once, and oil drum fell on my head. I own stock in Vestas, a foreign company that makes windmills. I'm an unapologetic sci fi nerd and my favorite beer is Harpoon Munich Dark. This of course is random stuff that doesn't tell me much about you, except that I deem those things important enough to demonstrate a small part of my character. I am intrigued by people, who they are and why they do what they do. It's more complicated than this simple post. maybe I'll write about it someday. Until then...