holy fucking shit
holy fucking shit
killer plant and killer stories.
* most definitely swinging a sledge or a maul is about form...shit..it's an art form to be able to let gravity and the tool...do their job. even now..at 137 pounds..I can swing that 12 pound maul for several hrs...with only quick bowl and water breaks..maybe eat a snack...pretty steady. I can split wood like a motherfucker...years of reading the lines in the wood..knowing where to smack them. I'm also a hell of a digger...master of the picks, dig bars, and shovels.
I've learned to be a precise animal...do not waste movements. Again...goes really well with the endurance running. I think of it as training.
** That cross looks sick. I couldn't get into just straight Prune Juice..plants were too small...too slow...but always I think...good for outcrossing...even though...the Prune Juice outcrosses I've made..I've never taken serious. maybe I'll look back and see what I did...know I crossed to Joy Division (Killer Chemdog X Cindy Jones)..because I saw those beans the other day..don't remember making the cross though. anyway...
wow...the Dcong might help the juice out. could be some interesting resin profiles.
*** Uncle's story fits right into my theme:
Ended up running 16-17 miles instead of 20...as surprisingly there were shit loads of hikers and mountain bikers in the canyon. Surprising because of the time of day I was out there...and because the weather was cool (60 degrees) and windy (red flag warnings)
so...
on every technical uphill or downhill...there were people. and when there are people..I fall into my rule of hitting the section extra hard. Never had each of the most challenging sections with people on them...usually it will be on one or two..but today..it was each of them. steep narrow sections...total rock gardens..Pro Cams everywhere..better check YouTube..as I've already found myself on there in the past
example: coming up a steep pitch 8 miles or so into the hill...there was 20-30 scouts (or maybe church kids..all boys)...kids and their masters...standing alongside the trail. A bunch of them were cheering and others were yelling "we believe in you!!!"...and I mean
what the fuck was I to do?? Get on the gas..bounce off every rock..take the steep inside corners...blast the section
Of course...running like that...is not the best for distance. Decided since I was going to be showing off...best cut the distance to maintain more power.
The entire run was like that...passing mountain bikers up and down..trading the lead back and forth...running with total aggression. Even the last mile was full out battling for position...finished with an all out sprint to the parking lot
lot of fun. I run my best when I'm being watched...must be an egomaniac...or maybe because it's such an isolation sport...not sure. Think it's important to represent the sport...as best...I can. bottom line
whatever gets me up and down mountains...I say
holy fucking shit
killer plant and killer stories.
* most definitely swinging a sledge or a maul is about form...shit..it's an art form to be able to let gravity and the tool...do their job. even now..at 137 pounds..I can swing that 12 pound maul for several hrs...with only quick bowl and water breaks..maybe eat a snack...pretty steady. I can split wood like a motherfucker...years of reading the lines in the wood..knowing where to smack them. I'm also a hell of a digger...master of the picks, dig bars, and shovels.
I've learned to be a precise animal...do not waste movements. Again...goes really well with the endurance running. I think of it as training.
** That cross looks sick. I couldn't get into just straight Prune Juice..plants were too small...too slow...but always I think...good for outcrossing...even though...the Prune Juice outcrosses I've made..I've never taken serious. maybe I'll look back and see what I did...know I crossed to Joy Division (Killer Chemdog X Cindy Jones)..because I saw those beans the other day..don't remember making the cross though. anyway...
wow...the Dcong might help the juice out. could be some interesting resin profiles.
*** Uncle's story fits right into my theme:
Ended up running 16-17 miles instead of 20...as surprisingly there were shit loads of hikers and mountain bikers in the canyon. Surprising because of the time of day I was out there...and because the weather was cool (60 degrees) and windy (red flag warnings)
so...
on every technical uphill or downhill...there were people. and when there are people..I fall into my rule of hitting the section extra hard. Never had each of the most challenging sections with people on them...usually it will be on one or two..but today..it was each of them. steep narrow sections...total rock gardens..Pro Cams everywhere..better check YouTube..as I've already found myself on there in the past
example: coming up a steep pitch 8 miles or so into the hill...there was 20-30 scouts (or maybe church kids..all boys)...kids and their masters...standing alongside the trail. A bunch of them were cheering and others were yelling "we believe in you!!!"...and I mean
what the fuck was I to do?? Get on the gas..bounce off every rock..take the steep inside corners...blast the section
Of course...running like that...is not the best for distance. Decided since I was going to be showing off...best cut the distance to maintain more power.
The entire run was like that...passing mountain bikers up and down..trading the lead back and forth...running with total aggression. Even the last mile was full out battling for position...finished with an all out sprint to the parking lot
lot of fun. I run my best when I'm being watched...must be an egomaniac...or maybe because it's such an isolation sport...not sure. Think it's important to represent the sport...as best...I can. bottom line
whatever gets me up and down mountains...I say
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