I missed posting today and I’m sorry, it’s been a relatively busy weekend. I’ll start from the beginning
Friday night started off slow. Bogdan, Mark, and I started drinking while I played Resident Evil 4 on Gamecube and FINALLY beat it. It took for freaking ever but now that’s one less thing on my to-do list. After that the real drinking got started. We played pong and stuff for a while and eventually I ran out of beer so we went over to the girls house to hang out there. I finished off my 16 ounce Rolling Rocks cans but on the last one, Yoko and I played some game where if I lost I had to chug the entire last one. Well I lost and had to chug it. I don’t know why but we timed it and I finished in 14 seconds. Now I obviously it’s harder out of a can and it’s 16 ounces so I don’t really know if that’s a good time or a bad time. After the chug we headed over to the girls house where I had my spiffy disco button up on, that plus the hair gel made me one damn good looking guy that night.
While I wasn’t sure if the chugging time was good, Wacker seemed pretty confident that it was a slow time. I like to think that I’m an above average chugger and although no notable accomplishments come to my mind when I think about chugging, I’d definitely like to think that I’m better than Wacker. I responded by challenging him to a chugging contest which he declined about 100 times and had about 15 different excuses of why he couldn’t do it. Eventually we actually had it with 12 ounce Natty Lights and what do you know, I won. He claimed that Gofus bumped his elbow and that totally threw him off during the chug so he couldn’t finish it. After that I was really drunk. I didn’t really keep count of how much I was at but even before we went over to the girls house I was probably 10 in or so. After a beer or two there I just don’t really remember anything. After my epic story telling it just all goes black. Rumor has it used Amy’s tooth brush which is the second time this month I’ve drunkenly used someone elses tooth brush, the first one being Tim Balls. Apparently 6 or 7 of us went outside to have another chugging contest and we all chugged one but Ben threw up everywhere and Wacker was really close to duplicating that.
I woke up at 7 in the morning fully clothed on the futon in the common room with Mark on the couch next to me. I was full sweat again so I had to get up, change, dry off, then go back to bed. I slept in until 11 or so and a lot of people had already left for Easter so I followed suit after a nice Wismer brunch. I got home yesterday and the only things I did was run, play basketball with Jeff for a really long time, and read my book. Sunday morning was brunch with my family, Brookes, and the Schmidt’s at Scoogi’s. It was a very nice brunch and I tried eggs Benedict for the first time, I strongly approve.
Post brunch was the much anticipated Sixers Heat game. I along with all of the people who attended brunch watched the whole thing and it was marvelous. They got out fast then had their classic meltdown but instead of fading off hard int he last 5 minutes, Holiday and Williams hit some clutch 3’s and sealed the deal. Nothing made me happier than beating Lebron, Wade, and Bosh. After the game I went on an easy 5 mile run then Jeff prepared to drive me back to school. I just finished my work for tomorrow but this is going to be a brutal week in terms of what I have to do. There’s just assignment after assignment and it’s going to be horrible until finals are over.
P.S. – The rough draft that I got a D-/F on was returned today. I got an 88 on the final copy and he praised my huge turnaround so suck on that.
Here’s a little something I found via facebook stalking, thank you Nicole. If you ever feel guilty about drinking (yes I’m talking about you, you know who you are) then just think of it like this.
“Well you see, Norm, it’s like this…A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Now, as we know, excessive intake of alcohol kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. And that, Norm, is why you always feel smarter after a few beers.”
I got sucked into drinking last night. A couple of people went out to drink and I was sitting in my room doing homework and watching the Sixers game. After I finished my work and after the game ended, which was a lot better but still the same shitty result, I started drinking. There were only a few people here drinking but it was still fun, Bogdan was setting the pace well when he tried to throw out his empty glass bottle of vodka and the thing just shattered when it hit the ground. People came back and a couple others joined in for a nice game of flip-cup. Initially we had 3v3 but by the end it was 5v5 or 6v6. Fortunately I didn’t black for the second straight time so I remember everything. What happened after flip-cup was unusual. Literally everyone left the suite except for Mark and I. Whether it was going to the bar, going off with the girlfriend, or doing work, people just left us. For some reason we started cleaning the common room and once we finished we just looked at each other and said what do you wanna do?
We decided that’d we’d mess up everyone’s stuff just for fun. We started moving everyone’s chairs out into the common room but we realized that wasn’t that funny. We moved Bogdans dresser out into the common room, then we put Yoko’s mattress and everything on the pong table, next was Brett’s desk out in the common room. Those were the major ones. We turtled Adams bag and flipped his bed upside down, we moved Ryder’s clothes all around and put his computer in his sheets, that was pretty much it for getting people. We didn’t want to mess with Pane because he was sober and doing work but we wanted to do something to everyone else. We knew that Bogdan and Imbemba were the two who wouldn’t get upset. Adam and Ryder would both get pissed if you did anything too major along with Yoko, but it was just funny because it was Yoko.
After that we went to work on the bathroom. We duct taped the sinks close, taped the shower lever so you couldn’t turn it on, went into the stalls, locked the doors and taped over the locks, then crawled under to get out. The fan favorite seemed to be the two pieces of pizza that we taped to the ceiling. Somewhere during all of that Pane and Imbemba came back and just kind of watched. Mark, Pane, and I tried to go to late night lower and while we were gone Brett moved Mark’s fridge into the common room and switched around everyone’s individual drawers. It was just a pain in the ass. When we finally went off to bed, we decided that someone had to sleep on Yoko’s bed that was lying on top of the pong table. I hopped in and slept like a baby until this morning.
The general react went well. Everyone thought it was funny with the exception of Yoko who demanded we move his bed back and while we were laughing he kept saying “this isn’t funny”. He was just a little upset but he’s over it now. All of the misplace stuff is moved back. The only thing that’s still messed up is the bathroom stalls. Only one of them has been opened up.
So it’s Friday and we don’t have a meet tomorrow. Tonight will be a normal weekend night but tomorrow night is going to be bad. I don’t really know what I’m doing. I planned on staying at school and being picked up on Sunday morning but everyone is leaving on Saturday. I might attempt to get a ride home on Saturday or something just because but we’ll see. I didn’t realize this many people home for Easter. I swear last year wasn’t like this. Have a nice weekend people, enjoy the rain.
It’s been a while since my last post but to be honest, it could be this way for the next couple of weeks. I’ll try to frequently post but school is taking over for these last 2-3 weeks. I have a ton of projects/papers/tests and stuff to study for so if quality suffers I apologize.
We had a track meet yesterday and I ran the steeple. I PR’d by 12 seconds but it was a pretty shitty race. I felt horrible and just was never really in race mode. I’m not to concerned about it because I have 8 days until conferences and I think I’ll be fine. 5k 10k double. The good thing of the meet was that a lot of other people on the team ran well. We’re looking good for the end of the season and especially for cross country.
Since the track season is ending, that also means that school as a whole is ending. As I said before I sort of checked out but at the moment, since I have a lot of work to do, I think I’m going to be in work mode for the next 2 weeks and just knock everything out. It’s a lot easier to get motivated about things like doing work when you’re actually working towards a goal like making it to summer. When it’s mid March and I know I’m not close to being done and there’s no immediate reward for doing work, it’s just really difficult to want to be studious. Honestly, I couldn’t imagine being a senior at this point. Your GPA can only fluctuate so much with 2 weeks of work and it would be so easy just to clock out and give up. I’d be drinking every day (assuming I didn’t have track) and just half-assing everything. Imbemba and Yoko, get to it.
Easter is this weekend. I was talking to a few people and realized that I don’t even know what Easter celebrates. Literally, the only thing I know about being Christian is that we celebrate these holidays and that Christmas is supposed to be the birth of Jesus or something but it’s actually not on Christmas. Easter is supposed to be the rebirth of Jesus? So maybe that’s when his birthday is? Regardless, when I heard that Easter is the rebirth of Jesus I sort of just lost interest and confirmed to myself that I think religion is retarded. I’m not saying that God is or isn’t real because obviously no one knows, but religions as a whole that try and explain this stuff is just a joke.
Anyway, I’m headed home for Easter to have brunch with my family and the Schmidt’s. The last time that my family was all together was probably Christmas, then probably Thanksgiving, then probably Avalon. It doesn’t happen very often so I’m excited to see everyone and have a good brunch.
In other news the Sixers are getting their shit packed in. A few of us talked about going to the game on Sunday but I said that I didn’t want to go there and watch them lose by 10 complete a series sweep because it would just be depressing and a waste of a Sunday where I have a lot of work to do. The first game was better because they were at least in it at some point but that second game was hard to watch. It was really just a shit-show and Miami really proved that they’re the better team and they’ve stepped it up now that it’s playoff time. Only down 2-0 but unless something drastic happens, this series is done in 4 games, 5 if we’re lucky.
The transition from little kid to adult is not one that I’m totally looking forward too. I consider myself along with my fellow classmates in the prime of the transition. We’ve definitely grown up from sleep overs and cooties but aren’t quite ready to face health insurance/lease payments. Even though I’m not fully there, it’s funny how somethings change so dramatically, and not just minor changes like “Hey I refuse to eat vegetables” to “okay I’ll eat them because I’m supposed to but not because I really like them that much.” I’m talking complete turn-arounds. Here are a few that I’ve come up with.
When I was a little kid there were two things that my mom would always tell me to do and I hated both of them. They were brushing my teeth and taking baths. I would try to sneak it by my parents and get to bed with doing either of them but for the most part they’d make sure I did them. As of late, I’ve never been more adamant about brushing my teeth. If I even feel the littlest bit of plaque on my teeth I’ll brush them regardless of what time of day it is. I also hate sitting in my chair if I’m sweaty and gross because I don’t want to clean myself then sit in that same dirty chair. I, along with a lot of others, make a point of good hygiene.
Another recent anomaly is my desire to read. After reading Running With the Buffaloes and now Sub 4:00, I just genuinely enjoy reading. I remember back in 6th or 7th grade I had to read Ender’s Game for summer reading. I dreaded it and Tom who was about my age now read pretty much the whole thing in one night. I thought that doing that was insane and I didn’t get how anyone could actually want to read. When homework assignments were simply read this, I’d never do it. Now all of a sudden I want to read. Even reading stupid history things for Doughty’s class I don’t mind. I’m still slow as ever but still, I can sit down for an hour and just read and not get an anxiety attack like I used to when I’d think about the other things that I could be doing.
Exercise is another one. My ideal day as a 10 year old was sitting in my basement, drinking coke and eating cheese balls while playing Diablo for 6 hours. Exercise was never something I really wanted to do and my personal health was not an issue to me. I had a relatively fast metabolism, was always short and always skinny. Now, while I wouldn’t get fat if I didn’t exercise, I would just feel like scum if I didn’t. My brother Tom broke his ankle recently and talked about how he felt lazy and useless because he couldn’t do anything. When I take two weeks off from running, after one week of relaxing, I start to feel the same way. I just want to get back to daily exercise and not feeling like a waste of life.
The transition works both ways though. Some things that I loved or thought I’d love have since changed. My first example of this is driving. When anyone turns 16 and gets their permit for the first time, they’ll go with their parents to the store specifically to drive them there. When someone gets their license, you just want to drive everyone everywhere. Somewhere along the way though, driving goes from being a fun activity to a mindless task that is despised by a lot of people. There’s always a strange tension when you’re in a group of 10 people and you’re headed out and someone asks the questions “… so who’s driving”. No one wants to be the asshole and say not me, but at the same time no one is jumping out of their shoes begging everyone to drive.
I apologize in advance but I’ve been at a track meet all day so this is all I could get in. This will pretty much just be a race recap and how the day went etc. I’ll have a real post tomorrow.
I was running the 5k and only the 5k. Weather was supposed to be 60 (ideal) and windy (not ideal). I had to wake up at 7:15 so we could leave by 8. This is fine but we got there at 9 and the 5k didn’t go off until after 5. I literally had 6-7 hours to kill until I started to warm up and it was just a pain in the ass. It was boring and windy and cold until the meet actually started, that’s when being at track meets is fun. We had some people run really well like Pane and Bogdan and others who didn’t run quite so well… It’s okay Wacker you had pink eye that’s a legit excuse.
My mom, dad, and Jeff were coming to the meet and I have a history of running terribly in front of Jeff so that wasn’t a great start. Jatin, Mark, and I got to warming up and like always I had no idea how I felt. It’s useless to try and predict how you feel during the warm-up. I did all my normal pre-race things and bang, the race was off. There were about 30 kids in the race which is pretty packed. There were two kids who immediately got way out and then I was in the 2nd pack of about 7 guys. We went out in 4:57 which was good, fast but good. After about a mile and a half I started to really feel it, my stomach felt horrible and twisted and it just wasn’t good. I passed two miles in 9:59 which is still good but I knew I was slowing down. Somehow, despite feeling bad, I found myself at the front of the pack for the first time all race. I didn’t really start running any faster but two kids who wanted to avoid the wind slowed down to get behind people. The wind on the home stretch was really strong which is why no one wanted to lead. With 2 laps to go Jatin came out of nowhere and took the lead in the pack. I really wasn’t sure if I would be able to hang on and it reminded me exactly of indoor conferences where the same thing happened and I wasn’t sure if I was going to hang on. The pack had whittled down to four. With 400 to go it was me, Jatin, and a Muhlenberg kid. I passed Jatin with about 250 to go and then the Muhlenberg kid passed me with 200 to go. I stuck right on him and with 100 to go just let loose. We were literally side by side going back and forth the entire last 100 and he nipped me at the line by less than .1, I don’t know officially because they fucked up the results but still, it was the closest race I’d ever been in. Jatin came in 2 seconds behind.
After the race I was hurting really bad. I went down and my stomach was just killing me. My legs were burning but for some reason my stomach was the most noticeable thing. My final time was something around 15:37.1 so I missed PRing by half a second or so and Jatin was 15:39.1 which was a 4 second PR for him. It was a solid race and given the wind the times weren’t too shabby either, it just hurt really bad. I was happy with it and I think I’ll be ready for a fast race come conferences. This Wednesday is a fresh steeple so we’ll see how that goes. I’m excited.
I like music a lot. I don’t think I’m alone here. Brett and Bogdan both recently said they had a Dr. Dog song stuck in their head but they didn’t know the words. When I really like a song I listen to it a lot and generally learn the lyrics pretty well. Now there’s some songs I don’t know the lyrics to because I haven’t listened to it that much, but then there’s some where you just can’t understand a damn word that they’re saying. Everyone just will sing along up to these points and then just kind of make the sounds that the singer makes but not actually know what they’re saying. I hate this. Here are my prime examples. I’ll tell you what I thought it was and then what it actually is.
1. Ants Marching – Dave Matthews Band
Dave Matthews seems to be one of those people that you either really like or really hate. I’ve never had a problem with him and although he’s not the best singer in my opinion, his voice is unique and I like the sound of it. Some people absolutely hate him. I like him, anyway, here’s Ants Marching by Dave Matthews Band. Go to 2:40 and get ready.
That part starts out somewhat decipherable. A candy man, a sweet tooth, a cat? What Mr. Matthews is actually trying to say here is “Candyman teasing the thoughts of a sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss programs cutting the corners loose end, loose end, cut, cut on the fence, could not to offend cut, cut, cut, cut.” I don’t know why he says cut in such a strange way, it really sounds like cat.
2. Semi Charmed Life – Third Eye Blind
I really like Third Eye Blind and I think they’re a really good band. I talked to Jonny about them once and he said he didn’t think that people actually liked them besides Jumper or Semi Charmed Life, he said he thought they were pretty much a joke. I disagree but this part in Semi Charmed Life has always made me raise an eyebrow. Go to 2:20 and listen until 2:40.
Now the middle part of this is not too hard to understand but the beginning and the end are questionable. It might sound more clear to me because one night last year I actually spent about 30-45 minutes learning all the words to this song but I remember having no idea what he says before taking that time to learn it. He says “And when the plane came in she said she was crashing. The velvet, it rips. In the city we tripped on the urge to feel alive. Now I’m strugglin’ to survive those days you were wearing that velvet dress. You’re the priestess I must confess those little red panties they pass the test. Slide up around the belly face down on the mattress, one.” I don’t really understand what that’s supposed to mean but whatever.
3. You Get What You Give – New Radicals
Besides the fact that this song is always mislabeled as “you’ve got the music in you”, that part at the end where he starts spitting out incompletely sentences and whatnot is really hard to get. I really like the song but I don’t know too much about the band. They have another really good song called Mother We Just Can’t Get Enough but this one is more well known I think. Anyway, here’s the song, skip ahead to 3:25
You can clearly make out certain words like computer, cloning while they’re multiplying, etc. but as a whole I never really knew what he was saying. Here’s what he says, “Health insurance rip off lying. FDA big bankers buying. Fake computer crashes dining. Cloning while they’re multiplying. Fashion shoots with Beck and Hanson, Courtney Love and Marilyn Manson. You’re all fakes Run to your mansions. Come around ,we’ll kick your ass in!” I don’t really know what he’s talking about or what that’s all supposed to mean.
4. Yellow LedBetter – Pearl Jam
To me, Pearl Jam comes off as one of those bands that everyone says is amazing and everything but I don’t like them as much as other people I don’t think. I do think they’re good and I enjoy listening to them but they get a ridiculous amount of radio time and I don’t totally see what would separate them from other bands as being superior. To the song, this is the mother-load of non-understandable songs, just pick any part where he’s singing and you’ll get the idea.
The list of lyrics that ARE understandable is shorter than the list of lyrics that are. The only really distinct lyric is “I said, I don’t know whether I was the boxer or the bag.” That’s literally the only for sure line in the whole damn song.
I think these are pretty good examples. Of course, if anyone has a song that they think should be added, please comment. Tom, thanks in advance for commenting.
It’s been a bit since my last post. I apologize. I’ve been a bit busy but now I have plenty of time. Let me tell you why. Our meet scheduled for Saturday was rescheduled due to bad weather. It was moved to Sunday and because of this, none of the team can drink Friday night or Saturday night. Now this isn’t the end of the world but it just kind of sucks that the entire weekend is consumed by this meet.
We drank last night to make up for it. I started off by drinking one of my 16 oz Rolling Rocks that I still have. After that Bogdan and I played a retarded game where the loser had to do a triple shot. Naturally I lost and before I knew it was 4-5 drinks in. There was only a few of us drinking, me, Bogdan, Ang, Ryder, and Imbemba. We played pong to pass the time and I’ll go ahead and say that my pong game has certainly improved. I used to be horrible but I think I’m now an average player. Gofus showed up and we all hung out but nothing really happened. We capped the night off with a 30ish minute Dr. Dog jam sesh. The whole suite is beginning to realize how good they are now, hopefully my readers will too. I woke up today with a slight hangover but nothing major. I’m ready to do nothing for the next two days until the meet.
If anybody has any suggestions of sober fun things to do, please let me know. I’ll literally have all of tomorrow from when I wake up to when I go to sleep as free time. I think I’m taking off from running and I have very limited homework. One thing I absolutely am going to do is watch the Sixers. I predicted a while back that they would finish 43-39 and 6th in the east. Well they tapered off at the end and sorta fell apart to finish 41-41 and 7th in the east, but regardless I’m still loyal. I suggest that everyone tunes in, 3:30 est on ABC, just saying.
This post is titled tune up because this post was the tune up post to the one I’ll post later tonight. Marketing.
We didn’t have classes at all today and I took advantage of it. I slept in until 11:30, then hung out until 2 where I went to get my financial accounting test back. The general consensus in class was that it was really hard. I didn’t think it was too bad but after everyone said they bombed it I started to doubt myself. I made the walk to my teachers office to get it back and she was on the phone.
Instead of interrupting her I went into Eric’s office (my adviser/coach/best friend) and talked to him about things for 20 minutes or so. We were talking about my future and he asked the question “so what do you want to do with your life?” I didn’t really know how to answer it and I just said that I want to get a damn degree and get some normal job. He asked if I wanted to go to grad school and I said that I didn’t plan on it to which he replied “neither did I and then when I was about to graduate I just last minute decided to do it because the jobs out there sucked.” He also said that either way, no matter what you have the first 3 years of post school is going to suck. We talked about my summer internship too and he said that I shouldn’t worry too much about getting a job because actually having an internship like that where I’m doing real work (that’s debatable) for a real company will look really good. We talked about me getting a math minor too, since I’m already half way there it doesn’t seem like a bad idea. All in all I left feeling a lot better about the future. I got my test back afterward and got a 109.5/120, 91.125%, I was pleased.
We’re 3 weeks away from finals and to be honest, I’ve pretty much checked out. I still do my work and I get by and all that but in my head I’m only focused on two things, running and summer. In my mind school has taken a back seat and is merely a role player in my life right now which is surprising because I’m finish up with a pretty good GPA (barring that I actually do get an F in Doughty’s class). It’s kind of crazy to think that I’m about half way done college, which is why I choose not to think about it that often. The best is yet to come in my opinion. As long as we get some cool freshmen next year who can fill the suite, my junior and senior years should be good ones.
Just something for entertainment here. At dinner today we were talking about balancing objects. Bogdan said that there’s a guy who’s really good at balancing rocks. So I looked him up and here it is. Man, I thought I had a lot of useless talents but this pretty much takes the cake…
This will be a strictly running post. We did a hard 8 mile run in 80 degree weather yesterday, really hard core stuff, and today we had a pretty killer workout so I’m pretty pooped physically. I along with Jatin set a 1600 meter interval PR in the workout today in 4:54, it was one of the hardest repeats I’ve ever done. The workout was 1000, 800, 600, 400, 400, 600, 800, 1600. We had to run the workout inside because they’re tearing up the outdoor track so that sucked and we were constantly running around people but nonetheless it was a really good workout. All of our second ones were faster than the first ones. I’m running a fresh 5k this weekend and the goal is without a doubt PR. Sub 15:30 would be pretty sweet. I remember over winter break Ian asked me what my 5k goal was for the end of the year and Palm said 15:29. I thought that would be really good. If I can run sub 15:30 this Saturday, I think I’d be set for a near 15:15 by the end of the year which would exceed all my expectations. This has finally been a breakout year for me but I don’t think I’ve completely broken through yet, there’s still more to come.
I finished Running with the Buffaloes. All in all I thought it was a really good book. This was the first time that I can ever remember where I couldn’t wait to read it. I was on page 200 or so this morning when I woke up, I read before lunch, after lunch, and then had to go to my 1:30 class. I had about 25 pages left so instead of going back to the suite and getting ready for practice like usual I went to the library for 40 minutes to finish it. I’d never been so excited to read a book. I was literally sitting there barely able to contain myself. They had pictures at the bottom of a few pages and I would immediately cover them with my hand because I didn’t want them to give away what was going to happen next. I’m inspired at the moment. Wow, when I wrote that last sentence I initially meant to read more books but I realized it also inspired me running-wise. One thing coach Wetmore says at the end is something along the lines of “you’d never believe the amount of guys that go from running 9:30’s in high school that go on to run 29:30 in the 10k.” Well I ran 9:40 so I think that warrants a 30 flat by the end of my college career. I have my long term goals set and breaking 30 isn’t one of them, but that’d be freakin’ awesome too.
Obviously the whole story was really cool and whatnot but the part at the end where coach Wetmore talks about what separates distance runners from other athletes was my favorite part. For those who have read this far, I assume you’d probably be interesting in this too and because I need some material, here it is.
“They’re hard. They’re hardened. Everyday there’s a callusing effect when you head out and you go when you don’t want to. You don’t see it until they’re tapered. They’re smiling, happy. These aren’t the people I know. They’re so tough, callused, and businesslike about that aspect of their life that they came back. I don’t think that’s something unique to Colorado, I think that’s something unique to distance runners. It’s hurting every day a little bit, and a little more on Saturday. In football, you might get you’re bell rung, but you go in the expectation that you might get hurt, and you hope to win and come out unscathed. As a distance runner, you know you’re going to get your bell rung. Distance runners are experts at pain, discomfort, and fear. You’re not coming away feeling good. It’s a matter of how much pain you can deal with on those days. It’s not strategy. It’s just a callusing of the mind and body to deal with discomfort. Any serious runner bounces back. That’s the nature of their game. Taking Pain.”
Most non-runners don’t understand how or why anyone would want to run 10 miles a day for an entire month, let alone an entire year. If you don’t do it you won’t get it. I hate when people ask me why I run. It’s something you can try to explain a million times, pull out all the famous motivational quotes, watch all the most inspirational races, but there’s no use. Unless you do it and experience it like we do, where you’re fully committed and it becomes as much a part of your life as breathing or eating, you won’t understand.
There’s my running post. I haven’t had one in a while so I figured I was due.