Quality

I forgot what feeling like shit means. Do I embrace it? You bet. Why? Because that’s what runners do to get through the “miles of trials.” For those of you who don’t know where that came from, it’s not ok. I don’t necessarily like feeling as if I can barely lift my torso to rise out of my own bed in the morning, or even bend over to tie ones shoes. It is fairly miserable to feel like a walking zombie more often then not with no sight of healthy body parts on the horizon, but what if I wasn’t to embrace it? I’ll tell you one thing, I would have given up a long time ago. This “dream” if you will, wouldn’t be a possibility. College wouldn’t have been an option. San Francisco would be “what is it like there?” I probably wouldn’t even know what Strava is…that scares me thinking about it. There is no way I’m leaving this place. The people, culture, and running is unmatchable by any place I’ve been. I don’t care what you say. Maybe some secret place in some far off land would change my mind, but for now, I haven’t been there…

The Week was Quality, as the title suggest. Last week

-Monday was 3x60m sprints/ 8x10s hill blasts/3x150m@20s with lots of General Strenth/ core

-Wednesday was 4x1mile @5:05-5:10 w/75s rest followed by 3×300 @43.5

-Friday 20x30s “treadhills” at ST. Marys college. 15%incline @9.2mph. This will get ya, let me tell ya Essentially wanting to control the rest to make it more of an aerobic workout. Also it’s fun to blast music and have other people rocking out some treadmill work beside you sweating.

-Sunday was Tergat run of 12.5miles with last 4 getting down to 5:20pace

How do I see this? Well, it’s progress before I start hitting the track hard. It’s getting my body used to running hard again, and learning to hurt. It’s getting me strong enough to carry me through a long season. It getting Aerobically fit so I can recover from workouts, and not hit the redzone every time I step on the track. It’s tiresome. It’s suffering. It’s FUN. It’s a CHALLENGE. I still have doubts thinking back to my former fitness before this summer when I took it off. Thats normal. In good time, I’ll be the 4xx US man to EVER break 4 in the mile.

The week was Fantastic. I biked in the pouring ran to see a friends modern Dance show down at ODC dance studio followed by some beer at Southern Pacific Brewing Company. My friend Zeus and I got to go hang out backstage vip access while the dancers mingled and prepared for their post performance celebrations. I also biked home in the rain. My shoes became small holding pools for the over saturated leather that refused to stop an further penetrating rain.

Winter Olympics are in the midst of competition and it’s shaping up pretty nicely, aside form the hotel shambles, and warm conditions making the snow slippery on the mountain. As I watched at Pizza Orgasimaca on Tuesday night, I thought what it would be like to be draped with a medal from the Olympic games. I personally love figure skating. Every time they leave the ground, I can’t bare breathing because I think they are going to eat it every time. What am I thinking, they are professionals, but even Shawn White has proven he is human. Yes, no medal for Mr. Halfpipe himself. SURPRISE! This is what is so cool about athletics. People who dream of making it to the top can knock of these stars, and feel what it’s like to be at the apex of ones chosen endeavor. Countries need their athletes to cheer for, but it’s important to recognize “sleepers” that can be game changers as well. They bring excitement, and that chip on their shoulder to show they deserve credit, and are worthy. They work just as hard, and maybe haven’t been as lucky in the politics arena to get all the sponsors, or money to afford a secret half pipes out in the middle of nowhere just to train. Maybe say a Stanford vs. a USF. I thrive off of being an underdog. It proves it’s not what’s branded on your chest, but what’s in your heart.

Pictures from the week:

Post dance show droid action

Nuff said

BBQ Action

#Foodporn w/Zeus mixed in

#Simplicity

55.5 for the week

Hope you find excitement in your day to day as I do!

Best,

Steven