Time Better Spent Elsewhere.

I come from a city, born and raised and grown up-in a city. I was created and formed outside of one. An existence both human and inhumanly human I have lived, nestled in the comforts of modern trappings, of conveniences unimaginable a scant century ago. Trapping so modern, so human they transcend the human experience. Our human nature has trapped itself in it's trappings, seeking to exist without, but without what it can't tell. One would like to think that existing sans modern establishments would be preferred. As we contemplate thinking that existing sans modern establishments would be preferred we continue to work on the wall keeping us inside and away from things unpleasant and uncomfortable and wild.

It's only natural of course. The human body excels not physically but mentally, our whole lives hinge on using tools and creating mechanics to beat the odds set against our frail structures. Even our ancestors, those who did without couldn't have done it without tools and devices, the means of which to conquer a hostile world, to stave off the wolves of the night, to quiet the howling winds and warm the chill night air. To eat satisfactorily and to travel efficiently. To find companionship with others pleasantly and to live succinctly. What else would there be in life were it not for these conveniences? The physical strain on the body would greatly demean one's quality of life would it not?

As a human I take full advantage of my opportunities for convenience but often times will pass over the harder routes to avoid trouble. I take my rest leisurely in my home, I drink always cold water whenever I wish and I eat food convenient for eating, I rarely cook and I've never foraged for food to survive. I oft wonder if this is rebelling against, or pandering to my nature and my races prerogative, I'm sure that it's mostly the latter. Previously I mentioned being shaped outside of the city, despite living in one. My whole life I've tried to maximize my time away from the city and to soak up as much natural wildness as possible. Over time I've come to realize that the human condition is a sad, sad thing. We give up a physical challenge, that is rewarding spiritually and mentally for challenged draining in all ways and rewarding in none. The grocery store for instance is an awful place to be, every time one ventures in they're assaulted by vibrant sounds and distracting colors, artificial foliage and bustling crowds, air filled with hurry and the ever vigilant search for spoiled food items yet most people, myself included head to the grocery store at least once a week despite the discomfort endured. There exists no pride in shopping, no pleasure in selecting the fare for the week's table. No sensation of a well earned meal, nor an appreciation of the origins of said meal. When the contents of the table have been brought out of a lake or plucked from a garden they naturally taste better. Is it due to the freshness so long forgotten or the knowledge of the physical work endured to procure the food? Both?

The human condition is to disregard balance and eschew any physical discomfort for better or worse. The human condition is in sad need of reform.

End of An Era.

Well, I'm done with high school sports... forever.
It's kinda surreal to be honest, I've always looked forward to track being over because then I'd have a break before summer conditioning... now I'm... sad. Cross country and track have been a huge part of my life over the past three years and I don't really know how to feel about moving on.

Here's some images from over the years, since I don't really know what to say.

This is Gene, he was our coach until my junior year, I'm really grateful to him for everything he's taught me and basically just for being there for us.



This is Coach Barbero, at first it was pretty hard for me to accept that he was our coach and that that's just how it was going to be, I'm glad we ended up with him though, hes a great coach and hopefully he'll be at WV for a long time to come.



XC seniors

I did this towards the end of junior year track, thought I'd try the 200, I didn't suck but I crashed right before the finish.


Summer training was awesome! Me and some of my best friends first day of official practice this summer.


I met Sarah in Cross Country, she's beautiful, I love her... there's not enough space to write it all down. Here we are at prom 2011.



Me and Zach's last cross country meet, I broke 20:00 at this meet for the first time, not that fast but it was a big accomplishment for me.


The varsity 800m crew, I love these kids. This is something I'll miss, when they talk about high school being the best time of your life or whatever it's because of friends like these.


We did some 4x4s, these were always super fun.


Got spiked in my last race ever, it's chill haha I gootta get at least one wound per season right?


This was said last race ever.


A beautiful way to end a beautiful thing.

Me Gusta Los Pajaros.

So it's been a productive week. Track meet on Thursday with EV and Cheney went really good, i p.r.-ed in the 800 with a 2:14, so ive been pretty stoked about that and then today at freeman i ran a 2:16 with a lot of wind and earned a ribbon, so track has been going good.

But more importantly, I've realized you just gotta go get em sometimes, like,on Thursday I caught up with a kid from Cheney but wasnt really sure if I should pass him or not, lo and behold he slows way down out of nowhere and kinda messed me up, taking off from this, today me and kody went around a kid from... somewhere? haha and anyway, he ended up passing me up again in the last 100 meters but I'm still pretty proud of myself for sackin up and competing like that. In the future I'm not gonna be shy from just charging by people and running my race how I want, even if they come back in the end I won't have any "what if" situation.

All I Want Is

Sooo, it's been a while.

I've been kinda bus and stuff I guess, no big deal. Track is actually going pretty good, I turned my ankle pretty bad thursday evening after our meet in Wenatchee, but that was alright, cause I did pretty good in that meet there.

I got 4th in the 800m, with a 2:18, thats not a terrible time, and I guess I'm gonna keep improving. I'm 7th in the GNL with that time, so that's cool too, with any luck I'll be able to run in districts this year for the first time.

In the 800 we went out SUPER hard, with like a 26 second 200 and stuff, but that was alright, we chilled out after the 200 and still had enough going for the rest of the race. Kody got 2nd, so that was good, and Curly got 5th so in that race alone we swung like 13 points. After the race I went on a sweet cool down since I ended up without a 4x4 to run in, and I took some photos too!

I've Laid My Burden Down

Well today has had some ups and downs. Overall I guess I'm not real stoked about this whole running situation. Let's be honest, I love running. But it's pretty hard for me to stay positive about it. I've ran, maybe 10 miles this week total, not even a lot and my shin splints are just killing me. Now this might not seem like a big deal, but it's stopping me from enjoying something I love doing, and that's how it's always been for me. Tomorrow I'm gonna run in my jingas, maybe taking a day off from fighting my gigantic nikes will feel a little better. I pretty much feel like a bitch though, my friend has osteonecrosis in his knees and here I am complaining about my shins hurting, that's pretty dumb.

I hope I can make running not hurt, Barbero seems to think I should be fast in track, maybe if I could make it through runs alright I could be.

I'm Gassed

Well, I just got done running, I think I ran 2.5-3 miles in about 25 minutes, give or take. probably more like 2.5 in 28 or something terrible.

Whatever. I feel really good right now, out on the run my shins were hurting a little bit, but nothing too bad, I think once I get back into the swing of things I'll get the kinks ironed out. Track starts in exactly 7 days, I haven't run hardly at all over winter. It's ok. I'm doing track this year because I think some of the younger kids in the distance corner kinda need me, aaaand more importantly, because Sarah is doing it. Even though I think part of why she's doing it is because I'm doing it haha. This year in track I'm endeavoring to just have fun with it, I'm not gonna work thaaat hard, just hard enough not to embarrass anybody.

I haven't been able to read Moby Dick for the past few days, my grandma's house has some mold in it or something and helping take care of her has been messing up my eyes pretty bad, like pink eye kinda symptoms, but not pink eye... pretty lame. I was gonna try and read last night but as soon as I had the book open I had to put it down. Lame.

Uh... after Moby Dick I have a whole list of things to read on my shelf. I think the first one I'm going to tackle is Bambi. Yep, Bambi. I have an ooold copy of it, given to "Leroy", christmas of '44. It's an awesome book, I don't really know the story too good and I'm sure the Disney version is bogus anyway, so I'm pretty pumped.

Help I'm Alive.

I'm still here, haven't posted in a while, I've been busy with other things, and doing real writing on real paper.

I'm probabl not gonna post again until I'm done with Moby Dick.