Rage.

After 44 years and 361 days, I have figured out what drives me as an athlete. It is now the first thing that you are greeted to when you see my blog.

Is this a good thing? Yes. If you do not agree, would you prefer that I take my aggressions out on something else besides my own body?

I have no idea where my mind will travel to on 9-19-09. Mile 1 will be self-doubt. Mile 2 will be more self doubt. Mile 3 will turn to suicidal thoughts. Mile 4 will turn to homicidal thoughts. Mile 10 will turn to heavenly thoughts. Mile 20 will turn to delirious thoughts. By Seeley Tower, thoughts will turn to nothing but rage. After that, fuck everybody and everything.

Here I come Gary.

Crash #3 a/k/a How Not to Bunny Hop at 25mph

Jonathan Vaughters once said about crashing:
“Tell you what. Next time you’re in your car, get up to 50 mph, strip down to your underwear, then jump out the door."

I was not going 50mph, but only 25. I did a 360. End over end, not side to side. And still clipped in. And I hit traffic bond.

Moral of the story: I cannot bunny hop a curb at 25mph.

This is really going to hurt in the A.M. so I am in the process of killing it with beer.