Tales of an Underdog
Tonight smelled like barbecue

when I went out to double. Tonight, my legs were fine with a little fatigue from the mornings workout, but my stomach was… less than ideal. Ate the biggest burrito of my life 2 hours prior, and had some very syrupy caramel latte courtesy of my roommate. The result: 6.5 miles at 7:47 pace and you know what? I’m alright with that.

This morning, I came back from a warmup jog to my teammate’s car to find it locked (in it, my workout shoes, water, etc.) so I ran to him (he was already headed to the start of his workout) and got the key, and ran back for the shoes, and ran to the start line (which is about 1k from the car up a long gradual hill). I did no drills, no leg swings, no strides. Warm up, shoes, go. Terrible way to start a workout, and initially I was pretty ticked with my teammate.

I trotted on in the soft light of the evening.

The workout was downhill 1400m first two at threshold and last 4 at pace. What pace? Faster than race pace. Then, up a 643 meter hill to the start the rep again. I was with the group for the first two, right where I was supposed to be. Then the reps were getting faster and I simply couldn’t keep with the top guys. I was still in contact, but just a few seconds off. I wasn’t performing like I should be, I beat all these guys at the race just 4 days ago. It wasn’t my best workout for sure, and as the season progresses, there is bound to be one workout (at LEAST) that you don’t nail right on the head. The last rep in this workout though, that is what made it all okay.

It was getting dark now. The concerto in my head is stuck on a non-stop 32 measure loop and no matter what song I think of, it always reverts back to E minor…

My training partner and I start the rep together. Knowing that he excels on downhill running (which is what this entire workout is) I knew that I had to get it in gear just to keep up. Everyone ahead of us had started the rep earlier, but stride for stride we passed them. Then he pulled ahead. We passed another teammate, then I reeled him back in. We both hit the straight away (kickers paradise) with a teammate ahead of us who has trouble taking reps out too fast and then dying off. I transitioned into a higher gear, made my stride relaxed, and focused on efficient arm movements, and my training partner heard me. He picked it up to, and we engaged in a quasi-showdown, kicking up dirt every stride. We finished, and we both expressed gratitude for pushing the other to perform so well. If I had been at the top of my game, I wouldn’t have found myself with him at the last repetition. I gave him something to work with not against which builds synergy which is stronger, healthier, and more beneficial than competition. This builds team character, when comrades learn to work with each other rather than personal glory. What would a team be like with 7 individuals who ran more or less at the same level who were constantly encouraging one another, progressing through workouts/races to better team fitness as well as their own, and express a healthy self-image while still retaining a ‘team first’ mentality? That team would not only be great, but a dynasty, an empire would be built in their stead. They would lay the foundation for successful rosters for years to come. Why? The team is more than just 7 men with 5 scorers and 2 tie breakers, the team is a collection of individuals who strive for the same goals, achievements, and have the same dreams as you. Why would I not want to pass down all that I have been taught, all that I have learned, and be the positive influence/momentum building force that I have both received at times, and have been denied at times to another? Aren’t they as deserving as I?

I’m tired, sore, and my stomach has established authority over my evening, but I am sure of this: The creation of a dynasty is at hand, and I am either an accelerator, or a hindrance. 

Thank you, Lord for the gifts you have bestowed upon me. 

Note to self: every time you were convinced you couldn’t go on, you did.

(107/365) by (DS)

i really, really like this.

(via godmoves)

This is my confession. You must use it. Names, ships records, ports, people. Everything I remember is in here…. you must publish it… I couldn’t breath until I wrote this. ‘I once was blind, but now I see.’ Didn’t I write that too?

Yes, you did.

Well now at last, it’s true. 

-John Newton; former slaver turned preacher & composer of ‘Amazing Grace’

The mountains will always be there; the trick is to make sure you are, too.
Hervey Voge  (via go-climb-the-mountains)
Victory XC 

Victory XC 

more-running:

Kids who complain about workouts

more-running:

Kids who complain about workouts

Smartphones, sneaking photos, friendship. Keeping busy between classes

Smartphones, sneaking photos, friendship. Keeping busy between classes

microcomets:

microcomets:

sometimes I let my dog sleep on my bed and sometimes when I try to go to sleep i open my eyes and she’s just smiling at me like the biggest fuckin idiot, like I’m the best thing since sliced bread, and god I just really love my dog

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nicerunningday:

Friday rest, Anton
http://www.outdoorphotography.co.nz/anton-krupicka/