Chicken Shit

Indecision. It defines me. It is a fault. It is who I am. It is my life.

I pounded out the hills today, all 1745ft of them, but it is becoming painfully clear that I am not ready for the Marathon. It might be time to go back to the Kiddy race and wreck it like I did two years ago. I am driven by the fact that a week ago, I ran a foot race FASTER than I did 2 years ago. One of the many voices in my head keep telling me at race time, at age 46 (yes...46!), I am top 20. Not a bad way to spend your birthday...

But the other side tells me that I have unfinished business in the big boy's race. Only 30 days to pull the trigger.

Then 18 days to mind-fuck myself into a competitive rage. This is easy for me.

Do I Still Have 'It'?

I may be 45, but I can still run with the best of them. 69th overall.

But the last mile was the slowest...something that I am not happy with. In my ENTIRE racing career, this has NEVER happened. What's even worse, I missed 1st in my age by five seconds.

I need to find that competitive mindset that I know has been missing for a long time. And find it soon, before it is lost forever.

Holiday in Heaven, Future in Hell.

I had to get away. It was not planned (not to my standards). Pack up the dog, the 29r, the jamba, and plenty of libations to pollute the rest of the cerebral matter that I have left. No work or TV. Just me and the only living animal on this planet that does not suck the bone marrow out of me on a daily basis.


Like father, like son. When I was young, I could never understand why my Dad loved the serenity of blissful peace of the Northern woods. But now I realize what makes me happy…what makes me not give a shit. Thanks Don.

Do I have a point? Not really. It is just good to realize that when I decide to make that 30mph right turn in a Northern Pine, Cerberus--a dog, will waiting for me at the entrance.

Heaven: Day #3 Yummy

Heaven: Day #2 Telemark Trash

Why did the Garmin have to take a dump on an epic? Only to spite.

And Ojibwa hell. Sooooooo many downed trees...

Heaven: Day #1

Deep Thoughts for this week....

1. My dog likes to pee everywhere outdoors. Humans do the same...only they do it indoors, on each other.
2. If daytime television represents the intellect of this country, we are f*cked. OH, MAN, ARE WE FUCKED!

El Sucko