First we were just making laundry, now we’re making progress!
So hey there folks thought I would get back on this blog
thing here. I realize our trust bond
might have been shaken as it has been since the 4th of July since my
last post. But better late than never I
guess. So were here now lets blog.
So where have I been all this time? Well I have been here, there really has just
been nothing worth telling you about to be quite honest. Lets recap the situation, so I had that
stress fracture in my shin. I am going to go with I hope I never ever break a
bone in my body because holy hell folks at the height of this stress fracture
it hurt like no tomorrow. Wowser. So
that took 6 weeks. I had a couple weeks
of down time and then tried biking. Biking is fun....when your seven and you
build a ramp out of some scrap wood and ride off the front porch. Biking is also fun when you tour around and
enjoy the scenery. Biking to try to
salvage running fitness, sucks, sucks like a V8 shop vac. I hated it.
I was then allowed to start running again and slowly build things back
up. I was smart, shocking I know. But I
took my time, stuck to the grass, slowly building the mileage back up. Then September came around and it was time to
try a workout. So back to the River I
go, you see it’s also rookie time and
all these kids are keyed up and want to show coach that they are fit. Sweet grandmothers spatula those kids hammered
me. Blow to my already bruised ego. September consisted of a lot of
inconsistency. I had a lot of rough
workouts, I had a few decent workouts where I got slight glimpses of light at
the end of the tunnel. Then I raced the
Fanshawe Cross Country 8k. We strung
together a team of rag tag alumni and entered a team. It went over like a lead balloon. Not what I had expected or wanted. I was rolling pretty well, then apparently
my balls became introverted and I ran
like a bit of a pussy. That was a low.
So from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows. After the summer track season I had I was at
an all time high, I had Pb’d at every distance I had raced, I had some
confidence. I was rolling. After that
Fanshawe race I felt like a scrub. Not a
good place. After the summer I was on
the peak of my mountain of running and this injury had me slipping over the
edge and I was barely hanging on. And I
guess there comes a time in all athletes lives where you fall off the edge and
you don’t come back, that turning point, the point of no return. Fanshawes race was almost that point. I was saying all the running clichés you
here “oh Im coming back” “that was a
good rust buster, got the feeling I needed”
but back in the mind there were doubts.
That mind it’s a powerful weapon, best if you don’t listen to your mind
folks. Anyway lucky for me I didn’t slip
I pulled back up. I am getting my
footing again. The week fallowing that
race the workouts went great, that set me up great for the Run for the Toad 25k
trail race. http://www.runforthetoad.com/ Run for the Toad is one of Canadas Largest
best know trail races. It is a course of pure sin and evil, you are forever
going up and down steep hills, around corners and switchbacks. It was awesome. I took a beauty tumble with 500m to go that
sucked but other than that is was a great race.
Confidence boost, since the Toad Ive got my balls back again, Im feeling
better and stronger by the day. Onward
and Upward my friends. So yeah, suck on
that mind and injury trying to get me down.
Lesson for life folks, if you want it go get it, don’t sit and wait and don’t
give up.
On a non running related topic, I was joking with my boy
Josh Lumani on the twitter last night.
We were busting each others chops as usual. You see Josh comes from a
good family, wait good is an understatement..these folks are beauties. His sister is a gem, shes doing big things in
the world bringing water to the folks in Kenya so they don’t have to drink out
of those awful swill holes of disease. Check
out her good work here -> http://www.facebook.com/pages/Picture-This-Quenching-Kenyas-Thirst/167590140015074
Josh’s mom is also a sweet heart, always
being all nice and kind asking how Im doing and such, telling me not to get
tattoos and such like moms do, she also makes one hell of a banana bread. And Josh is just a great dude, hard working
runner with a similar mind set work ethic sense of humour as me. So I tell him that I am going to either marry
his sister or become his moms pool boy so we can hang out more. Josh was not impressed. His sister thought it was great idea seeing
as Mom Lumani doesn’t have a pool. So I
tell sister Abbie that if we get married that I would suit up and maybe even
pay for a haircut. That lead me to think
that I have not paid for a hair cut in over 4 years. The last haircut I payed for was before Dean
and Erin Sayles wedding that I was in. 4
years ago was also the last time I had any females seriously interested in
me. Coincidence? I think not.
So now that we are talking about hair I should add that I
have been growing a mustache for the past 2 and a half weeks. Rob Jackson has been growing a stache since
last movember and it has been noticeable the past few weeks and The Markus
Vollmer has a great stache again and I was inspired. I have now taken it upon myself to change the
outlook of mens upper lip hair. All I
have heard is “getting started for Movember?” No duh, I grew a stache in a week
why would I need to prep for Movember or the “pedafile jokes” about mustaches. Cant a man have a mustache? Without strange
looks and disrespectful comments. Common
people.
Where now, heres
another link -> http://nstirk.blogspot.ca/2012/08/enhancing-crop-marketing-as-crop.html
my man Nathan Stirk is a true beauty to the core. We always showed cattle against each other
growing up and were cordial but never really got to know each other. Until this year in Denver at the National
Western Stock Show. For the safety of
mankind and sanity of the females of the world its for the best ol’ Roy and I don’t
get out together very often. Turns out
when we are hanging out in Denver that we are Best friends, were basically the
same people. Hard working athletic cattleman with careers that prevent us from
showing cattle full time. Stirk is a
fierce squash player, and a chivalrous gentleman. Ladies take note. His blog is about crops. I really suck at crops, I know cows, Roy
knows Crops and cows, so read his blog and learn about crops like I have.
Umm yeah so thats about it folks. Oh yeah getting ready to rip up the Vic
Matthews XC meet in Guelph on Saturday.
Hopefully crush the hopes and dreams of some university kids. I will try and blog again in the next couple
days to hype up the Guelph showdown...
Until then, stay classy
John
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