I'm Justin, I’m 16 and from Takoma Park, a hippie town on the border of DC. I listen to a lot of music. Some call me a thinker. 10 years vegetarian. I am an ethical humanist as my religion and if you don’t know what that means please ASK ME. Don’t worry I'm not one to proselytize. I love running. I swim in the winter. One day I will run the Leadville 100 mile ultramarathon. I write. I write short stories, personal essays, journalistic pieces, and the occasional poem.
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Output posts tagged "running:"
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i havent run in 9 days
im going insane.
fuck you squeaky tendon im running this week
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im breaking 5 this year
its happening.
yesterday we had our first 6 am practice and phil threw up after 3 sets of tempo 200s so i chose to do another one.
i hurt
i am breaking 5
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With the coming outdoor track season I thought this outrageously awesome and inspirational video seemed appropriate. This video is made all the better when understood in context. The hero of this video is Michael Stember who was a student as Jesuit High school in California. After this race he went on to compete for Stanford University and went on to run 1:46 in the 800m and 3:35 in the 1500m plus represented the US at the 2000 Olympics. But before all of that this happened…The situation in US distance running at the time in mid 90’s, was pretty weak. Then at a seemingly meaningless California state meet a high school junior decided at 600m it was time to make a statement to the world that would send shockwaves through the running community. The great thing that this video showcases is that people didn’t understand what was going on when it happened. They laughed assuming that this foolish kid had miscounted the laps. Yet he didn’t slow down and ended up closing his last 800m in 1:56 as this 16 year old ran himself to a 4:04 1600m.
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The distance runners were serene messengers. Gliding along wooded trails and mountain paths, their spiritual ancestors kept their own solitary counsel for long hours while carrying some message the import of which was only one corner of their considerable speculation. They lived within themselves; long ago they did so, and they do today.—
John L. Parker Jr. Once A Runner (via soul-runner
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Not much needs to be said about Joan Benoit because her steps speak more than her words ever could. The story behind this race is an amazing one, in March of 1984, Benoit seriously injured her knee during a 20 mile training run and was forced to undergo arthroscopic knee surgery. Assumed to be out for the count just a mere 17 days before the United States Olympic Women’s Marathon Trials Benoit toed the line and won! Three months later at the Olympic games in Los Angeles, even after her impressive effort at the trials, she was not considered a threat to contend for the podium. However, Joan was a different kind of runner cut from a separate cloth and instead of sitting back and playing it safe she took the early lead at mile #2 and charged to a blistering pace. Believing she was a playing a fool’s game the field let her go assuming she would fade back or quit. Unfortunately for them Benoit was in the process of making a legend out of herself. Joan did not fade, she did not quit, settle back or surrender. Instead she pushed forward, pressed on and ran her way to Olympic glory by winning the first ever (official) Olympic women’s marathon.
she is fantastic. that hat is fantastic.
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this.
also if i may add
- i run because there is nothing more fascinating than exploring the limits of human capability, and then going past them, redefining the definition of what is possible
(Source: i-just-wannarun)
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im not a big fan of deserts… but watching this made me teary eyed i swear im a sucker for these kinds of things. one of the only reasons i want to go up is for ultras. i cant wait. this was amazing. watch it and then come with me on my quest to run in ultras.
puta madre no puedo esperar.
(Source: wheredrossco)
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so im getting some cross country nostalgia
im looking at the tough mudder and the warrior dash and all those kinds of things and im just thinking about how theyre like the babies of the mother that is the leadville 100. it might seem kinda crazy for those of you who know it (for those who dont its 100 miles in the mountains in colorado and its amazing and hellish—google it), but its really one of my most prominent life goals. i havent thought about my future at all except for my future as a runner.
- become captain in cross country and win the championships and states.
- run in the tough mudder, an off-road triathalon, more trail races
- run in college, become a part of a decent d2 team
- out of college, run in some marathons like the marine corps and the boston and then some longer trail races
- try for the half iron man, if not, wait till after the next two points
- spend 2 years training for leadville, with the last 6 months or so dedicated solely to leadville.
- in the middle of that training, go back to copper canyon and run in the barrancas 50 miler.
- try for the full iron man.
- continue running for the rest of my life.
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i went for my first run in weeks today
it was really nice. the weather was perfect.
after a few minutes i took off my watch and put it in my pocket. because whats the use in timing? i cant measure how good i feel or how strong i am by looking at my watch all the time. ive been going through a bit of shit. some good shit and some bad shit. running let me focus on the good just for a little while. im out of the cross country season but i can still run. im still strong. and it felt great.
the wind whipped at my hair (even though its short i could still feel it—feel something i havent felt in so long). my feet just kind of floated above the ground, striking mid foot as ive been working on for the entire season. i held my head high and smiled. i smiled because not only is it good for you while you run, but because i was happy. i forgot how happy running made me because i had gotten lazy and unmotivated. but today i saw a friend training in the creek and it reminded me. it reminded me of how empty i feel when im not running every day. after school i just loaf around nowadays. it makes me feel so incomplete because im not doing what i love. i know it seems weird that i love running so much but its true. i have nothing to say to all you haters.
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the best way to cure nostalgia and a cold is to run.
studies show that exercise (running in particular) is really good for your immune system. it also releases endorphins that make you happy…
i was super sad and sick, but now im just sad and not sick.
