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Optimism / Pessimism
Optimism: Optimism is an outlook on life such that one maintains a view of the world as a positive place.
Pessimism: Pessimism is the decision to evaluate something as a negative.
Two simple definitions. Which road to take when you are at the "Y" ?
When optimism is forever being wiped off the bottom of your shoe .... how do you fight pessimism?
The pain inside tells me you can't ........ I'm tired.
Peace. J.
Pessimism: Pessimism is the decision to evaluate something as a negative.
Two simple definitions. Which road to take when you are at the "Y" ?
When optimism is forever being wiped off the bottom of your shoe .... how do you fight pessimism?
The pain inside tells me you can't ........ I'm tired.
Peace. J.
Highs & Lows
G'day again! So it's been a little over a week since I last updated. The past 7 or so days have been pretty trying. It's not TOO bad in the grand scheme of things, and I've started to come out of it already. So let's get right to it shall we?
I woke up last Saturday (1/12) with a slight soreness on my right big toe. It was a little awkward and stiff to walk around the house, but I didn't really think TOO much of it. I had breakfast and headed out for my run. I ran about 13 miles and did my (somewhat newly introduced) hill drills/sprints. I never felt the toe past the first few minutes of the run. After the run I did my typical: stretching, showering, eating, napping.
Lorraine & I had planned a 2 x 2 mile Workout @ Eldorado Springs again. I was feeling unusually tired/sluggish, so we scrapped it. I instead went indoors for my 2nd run and to do some core afterwards. I really started feeling my toe hurt later that evening and thought, "oh ohh.....".
SUNDAY (1/13): I wake up and can barely walk! My right big toe didn't feel like it was a part of my foot at all, basically just a piece of iron or something. We spent the next few days from Sunday through Wednesday rehabbing it. I did things like: icing, epson salt baths, ionic foot baths, Migun Massage, & even taking pictures and filming the energy spots around my foot through: Polycontrast Interference Photography. All in all it was an eventful four days off I had. I decided not to do any cross training as virtually any type of cross training would've involved the bending of my foot/toes which would cause more pain.
We knew I wouldn't and couldn't lose any fitness in just several days so that wasn't a concern. What was a concern (to me at least) was my overall mind frame. See I LOVE to run, I don't just do it because I can be pretty good at it or (god willing) one of the best in the world. I actually like being out there running freely and losing myself in my thoughts. It's almost like a relaxing meditative state I get into. I often work out a lot of my life's problems or dilemmas while running.
Harlan & Lorraine (Lorraine = my coach, Harlan = her husband) put it best when they said, "Just look at it as a chance for your body to absorb all the training you've been doing and it's regenerating itself." That's just the sort of optimistic and different point of view thinking I get from them daily. They apart from my mother (Nuria) and father (John) have been by far the most supportive people to my running I've ever met.
So by Thursday I was feeling ready to go! I wasn't 100% yet (still not there as of today), but I knew that I was over the hump, as far as it feeling better and stronger each day. I figured I'd test it with a short run and if the next day (Friday) it didn't hurt, then I'd be good to go. I ran 20 mins (3 miles) on Thursday. I felt fine but a little sluggish. I guess that's what happens when you're on the shelf for a few days. I felt my toe, but not enough to slow me down.
Friday came around and I woke up and felt a little better than the previous day -which was the hopeful result- so I went out and tried to run a little bit closer to my avg training pace. I ran 10 miles in 61mins30seconds. It fetl very cruisy and comfortable. I felt my toe, but it didn't slow me down. That was good news, as it was more of a test than the previous day.
Saturday (1/19): Lorraine decided to give it a REAL TEST and try to get back into our routine that we have barely just introduced. We drove to Eldorado Springs again for the 2 x 2 mile workout. We had planned on taking it one mile at a time as not to over stress the toe. We got there and it was VERY VERY windy. We could tell right away it was going to be more of a test than planned. I was just happy to be able to run. The 1st 2 miler was rough! Lorraine drove next to me in the car attempting to shield the wind. It wasn't very helpful as the wind was head on, but still nice to be able to glance over and see her supporting me and keeping an eye out on my form. I finished that one @ 9:51, which without the wind probably would've been close to 10 sec faster, but who knows...
Anyways we pulled the pin (aka. Stopped the workout) about 400 meters into the 2nd set, as I was feeling considerable pain/stiffness in my lower right leg (just behind the calf area). It wasn't anything TOO bad, but it was enough to call it a day. We more or less got what we wanted to out of the day, as I completed only 1/2 of the workout but got to see my biomechanics up close (well Lorraine did) and got to test out the toe.
I iced the rest of the day and went back to Migun, to get a massage and treatment on the lower leg area. I left there feeling much better and was already looking forward to Sunday's long run. Yesterday (Sunday) I ran my 1st long-ish run in 12 days. I felt good, but not as fluid as I would've liked. I chose to go run a very hilly rout to really test the breathing/legs and basically my overall state. I had hoped to go closer to 20 miles but cut it short at about 17 miles or so. I started feeling my lower right leg area a bit and decided to play it safe.
So there you have it. That's more or less what's been going on the past week ( 1/ 13 - 20). I'd like to also congratulate one of good friends: Martin Fagan, on qualifying for his 1st Olympics for Ireland in the marathon this past week at the super competitive: Dubai Marathon, where Haile "Geb" went after a new world record in the marathon. Seeing different training mates of mine qualify for Beijing only makes me that much hungrier.
Peace & Love
I woke up last Saturday (1/12) with a slight soreness on my right big toe. It was a little awkward and stiff to walk around the house, but I didn't really think TOO much of it. I had breakfast and headed out for my run. I ran about 13 miles and did my (somewhat newly introduced) hill drills/sprints. I never felt the toe past the first few minutes of the run. After the run I did my typical: stretching, showering, eating, napping.
Lorraine & I had planned a 2 x 2 mile Workout @ Eldorado Springs again. I was feeling unusually tired/sluggish, so we scrapped it. I instead went indoors for my 2nd run and to do some core afterwards. I really started feeling my toe hurt later that evening and thought, "oh ohh.....".
SUNDAY (1/13): I wake up and can barely walk! My right big toe didn't feel like it was a part of my foot at all, basically just a piece of iron or something. We spent the next few days from Sunday through Wednesday rehabbing it. I did things like: icing, epson salt baths, ionic foot baths, Migun Massage, & even taking pictures and filming the energy spots around my foot through: Polycontrast Interference Photography. All in all it was an eventful four days off I had. I decided not to do any cross training as virtually any type of cross training would've involved the bending of my foot/toes which would cause more pain.
We knew I wouldn't and couldn't lose any fitness in just several days so that wasn't a concern. What was a concern (to me at least) was my overall mind frame. See I LOVE to run, I don't just do it because I can be pretty good at it or (god willing) one of the best in the world. I actually like being out there running freely and losing myself in my thoughts. It's almost like a relaxing meditative state I get into. I often work out a lot of my life's problems or dilemmas while running.
Harlan & Lorraine (Lorraine = my coach, Harlan = her husband) put it best when they said, "Just look at it as a chance for your body to absorb all the training you've been doing and it's regenerating itself." That's just the sort of optimistic and different point of view thinking I get from them daily. They apart from my mother (Nuria) and father (John) have been by far the most supportive people to my running I've ever met.
So by Thursday I was feeling ready to go! I wasn't 100% yet (still not there as of today), but I knew that I was over the hump, as far as it feeling better and stronger each day. I figured I'd test it with a short run and if the next day (Friday) it didn't hurt, then I'd be good to go. I ran 20 mins (3 miles) on Thursday. I felt fine but a little sluggish. I guess that's what happens when you're on the shelf for a few days. I felt my toe, but not enough to slow me down.
Friday came around and I woke up and felt a little better than the previous day -which was the hopeful result- so I went out and tried to run a little bit closer to my avg training pace. I ran 10 miles in 61mins30seconds. It fetl very cruisy and comfortable. I felt my toe, but it didn't slow me down. That was good news, as it was more of a test than the previous day.
Saturday (1/19): Lorraine decided to give it a REAL TEST and try to get back into our routine that we have barely just introduced. We drove to Eldorado Springs again for the 2 x 2 mile workout. We had planned on taking it one mile at a time as not to over stress the toe. We got there and it was VERY VERY windy. We could tell right away it was going to be more of a test than planned. I was just happy to be able to run. The 1st 2 miler was rough! Lorraine drove next to me in the car attempting to shield the wind. It wasn't very helpful as the wind was head on, but still nice to be able to glance over and see her supporting me and keeping an eye out on my form. I finished that one @ 9:51, which without the wind probably would've been close to 10 sec faster, but who knows...
Anyways we pulled the pin (aka. Stopped the workout) about 400 meters into the 2nd set, as I was feeling considerable pain/stiffness in my lower right leg (just behind the calf area). It wasn't anything TOO bad, but it was enough to call it a day. We more or less got what we wanted to out of the day, as I completed only 1/2 of the workout but got to see my biomechanics up close (well Lorraine did) and got to test out the toe.
I iced the rest of the day and went back to Migun, to get a massage and treatment on the lower leg area. I left there feeling much better and was already looking forward to Sunday's long run. Yesterday (Sunday) I ran my 1st long-ish run in 12 days. I felt good, but not as fluid as I would've liked. I chose to go run a very hilly rout to really test the breathing/legs and basically my overall state. I had hoped to go closer to 20 miles but cut it short at about 17 miles or so. I started feeling my lower right leg area a bit and decided to play it safe.
So there you have it. That's more or less what's been going on the past week ( 1/ 13 - 20). I'd like to also congratulate one of good friends: Martin Fagan, on qualifying for his 1st Olympics for Ireland in the marathon this past week at the super competitive: Dubai Marathon, where Haile "Geb" went after a new world record in the marathon. Seeing different training mates of mine qualify for Beijing only makes me that much hungrier.
Peace & Love
Summer reminds me of cherry blossoms.
Mmm... today was horribly reminiscent of summers past; everything reminded me of 6th grade, 7th grade, and all that came in between. It was a good feeling at first, to have such innocent memories come flooding back to me, but it quickly became painful. I remember the depression I used to (and still do) suffer from; the empty, lonely nights I spent on the computer, finding no solace; the cat fights with people parading as my friends. Looking back, I see clearly how my younger years were a lot of torment with little reward for my struggle except for my eventual growth into a more-than-slightly disturbed young adult.
I'm rather determined not to let that happen to me this summer, or any summer that's yet to come. I'm sick of the heartache I've willingly endured, and for what? Friendship? Money? Love?
I'm barely endowed with the first (thought I am, undoubtedly, endowed with it nonetheless; that I can't deny), sadly lacking in the second, and have a strong, unnatural hate for the third. No, my fighting, clawing, and screaming have all been in vain. I understand that now and I will not allow myself to be so seduced by lies anymore. I am making a vow to be as truly intelligent as many think I am; I want to cast of the emotional shackles of this world and feel nothing. I want to be a purely rational human being. Without sense, there is nothing, and the world often lacks sense. Why else would I be such a pessimist?
A fellow artist on DeviantArt put pessimism in the best words I've yet to read. She said, "They call it pessimism so they can deny the world is really this bad." She spoke nothing but the truth, and I can no longer identify with any other meaning of the word. The world truly is as bad as the worst thinkers believe; it is as bereft of light as the optimists deny. I am pessimism; I have begotten negativity, and now it begets me in return. I am a creature of the dark, damned side of every human being, and I am slowly learning to accept it and, if not embrace it, then to use it to my own advantages.
I've made a lot of promises to myself as of late but never once have I thought I might fail in my ambitions. One would think that, considering my past tendencies toward miserable failure, I would assess risk and failure a lot better these days (not to mention more often). Alas, as a product of pessimism and anger, what is the use in assessing risk? The world is dark and bleak; it cannot have much farther to fall into the abyss. If I fail, I shall try again, only a different route will be taken.
Ah, the oxymoron of optimism for pessimistic motivation.
I've some more thinking to do tonight, I believe, and some decisions to make about the path my life will take in the coming months. Things are quite uncertain at this time; it's now or never that I must choose between the road less taken or the favored highway. Knowing my aptitude for masochism, I'll probably elect to crash through the brambles of emotional trauma.
How delightful...
P.S. In the middle of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I haven't gotten far, but I'll probably post my opinions about it all once I've finished. And shhh! No spoilers!
P.S.S. Acorn sucks. I got put off for three days for a buggered knee and suddenly, I've been erased from the schedule up until next Saturday. I'm going to quit... once I get another job. Fucking asshole managers.
I'm rather determined not to let that happen to me this summer, or any summer that's yet to come. I'm sick of the heartache I've willingly endured, and for what? Friendship? Money? Love?
I'm barely endowed with the first (thought I am, undoubtedly, endowed with it nonetheless; that I can't deny), sadly lacking in the second, and have a strong, unnatural hate for the third. No, my fighting, clawing, and screaming have all been in vain. I understand that now and I will not allow myself to be so seduced by lies anymore. I am making a vow to be as truly intelligent as many think I am; I want to cast of the emotional shackles of this world and feel nothing. I want to be a purely rational human being. Without sense, there is nothing, and the world often lacks sense. Why else would I be such a pessimist?
A fellow artist on DeviantArt put pessimism in the best words I've yet to read. She said, "They call it pessimism so they can deny the world is really this bad." She spoke nothing but the truth, and I can no longer identify with any other meaning of the word. The world truly is as bad as the worst thinkers believe; it is as bereft of light as the optimists deny. I am pessimism; I have begotten negativity, and now it begets me in return. I am a creature of the dark, damned side of every human being, and I am slowly learning to accept it and, if not embrace it, then to use it to my own advantages.
I've made a lot of promises to myself as of late but never once have I thought I might fail in my ambitions. One would think that, considering my past tendencies toward miserable failure, I would assess risk and failure a lot better these days (not to mention more often). Alas, as a product of pessimism and anger, what is the use in assessing risk? The world is dark and bleak; it cannot have much farther to fall into the abyss. If I fail, I shall try again, only a different route will be taken.
Ah, the oxymoron of optimism for pessimistic motivation.
I've some more thinking to do tonight, I believe, and some decisions to make about the path my life will take in the coming months. Things are quite uncertain at this time; it's now or never that I must choose between the road less taken or the favored highway. Knowing my aptitude for masochism, I'll probably elect to crash through the brambles of emotional trauma.
How delightful...
P.S. In the middle of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I haven't gotten far, but I'll probably post my opinions about it all once I've finished. And shhh! No spoilers!
P.S.S. Acorn sucks. I got put off for three days for a buggered knee and suddenly, I've been erased from the schedule up until next Saturday. I'm going to quit... once I get another job. Fucking asshole managers.
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ATTRITING INSURGENTS AT A FEARSOME RATE
With all the Democratic Party grand standing against the American Troop Surge and the War in Iraq and the collusion of the Mainstream Media (MSM), you might be surprised to learn that the NEW General in town is reporting huge successes.
So, ah, Life is... Erm, Interesting, isn't it?
So, my sister thinks I'm not optomistic enough. I think I should change. So today, Elphie-Chan will NOT rant, and instead, look on the bright side of my super depressing, crazy, dramatic wonderfully joyful life.
School is great! Life is great! Everyone is so happy!
Cris has a girlfriend, who makes him very happy. I am so glad for him! So what if I think of him every damn time I close my eyes? I am pissed at happy for my friend! Besides, if I'm his friend, I'm sure by Senior year of college he'll come to realize that I was in love with him.
Sean is the kind of guy who walks you to the bus stop. Yeah, I have a crush on him, but he's dating my best friend! I am so happy that she found out that I like him (by some WONDERFULLY twisted event). Now, she doesn't trust me, which is just SO AWESOME! So what if Sean calls/text messages me every day for advice on how to keep Inara (his girlfriend), making me more and more jealous happy each day.
The kids in my math class annoy me make me SO HAPPY! They like to torture me bring me joy by tapping me with pencils just to watch me freak out and curse, OH WHAT FUN! They also keep asking me for help, and never give me a freaking chance to finish my own work
YAAAY! Hey everyody, life is just one big piece of shit apple pie!
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