I almost refuse to be one of those bloggers who feel committed to posting entries even on days where brain function is well below the estimated 10% usage mark. When I write, I want it to be influential; if not for an audience, then for myself while embarking on future endeavors. The quick and dirty updates are:
1) As far as I know, I will still be pacing Joe Uhan during the last 40 miles of the 2011 WS100.
2) I need to acquaint myself with pacing strategies: I have been told it is an art - lets hope I'm a natural.
3) Bob Crowley and I are throwing around ideas for a new running tool - it has potential.
4) Two-a-days, five days a week, weeks in a row: actually not as bad as it sounds.
5) Sleeping 8-10 hours a night, EVERY night, can be done.
6) The goals I have are not wavering - there is no hoping - I WILL keep it that way.
7) Although I still refuse to consider myself a RD, it looks like I may be chipping in with the TARC trail series which has potential to be great...the coming year or two will reflect much.
It seems as though I cannot befriend my traveling thoughts in the early AM. I love my mornings, and will express that love more frequently when the days allow shirtless and short-short running, but in February, the darkness, the sleeping beauty next to me, and the unwelcoming Revere roadways keep me in bed much too long. So much that not only am I lacking the ambition to run, but I lack to motivation to sit down and write as well. I need to conjure up the determination to set a schedule and stick to it. A schedule that will motivate me and keep me interested so I stick to it. I'll keep pondering how that will be accomplished...
Recently, it feels as though I've fallen into a pattern of embracing my surroundings. All that exhausted and annoyed me about the Boston scene is now a natural process. Although I anticipate June, when I can move to the city and wake to the trails of the Charles, I am finally accustomed to the pace and lifestyle the East Coast offers. California and Colorado still attract me more than my current residence, but I'm essentially stuck in place for another year or two before my environment takes another drastic twist. It took nearly nine months to accept the New England atmosphere, and now that I have, I am taking on responsibilities greater than I imagined I would. Work has added intensity, commitment, and duties; running has doubled in intensity and duration; the role of co-RD for a trail racing series is now in play; a potential invention is in the making; and the main reason I'm writing: my commitment to myself to do all that I can to increase my fitness and to attempt a run (literally and metaphorically) at breaking a few records.
I am beginning to feel a little burnt - perhaps the late PM isn't my time to shine on the keyboard either. But I will leave tonight - in hopes of picking this up again in the early AM - on a notion I have had in the back of my mind for months... I am annoyed with those who dream and think possible all they desire, but never take action towards making those dreams reality. I have become one of those people. I have failed myself. The only thing I can do is change. This blog, a few emails I've sent, and conversations I've had with those close to me have been nothing but words arranged in such a fashion to make me look like this so-called man who will soon rule the running world. Yet I have taken little action towards these ramblings. Not one race have I won, not one record have I broken, not one 100-miler have I finished, yet I am talking about "making a run". I believe I have convinced myself that the more action I take, the less I will talk, and the more results I will see. I like that order of events - maybe I'll begin with talking less to simplify the situation.