Thursday, November 29, 2012

Jingle Jangle

Getting wild is a great feeling. I hustled out to the trails in Grafton and with limited daylight was going to roll out 5 easy miles. The first mile climbed over 700 feet and a lot of that was in the second half mile. I got hooked up with Highgear Timing Devices and I was rolling with the XT7 GPS-Altimeter. I really like the altimeter function. Very cool. it has the capability to measure large and big, which is what I roll with. That jingle jangle ain't change in my pockets, it's adamantium balls banging together.
After the very slow, but very hard first mile, the run was flat with minor rolling hills and I was able to run a solid pace. I wanted to test the functions of the watch a bit and wanted to see what pace I was rolling at. I was around 7:00 minute pace for the flats and in the 8'a when hills came. I had a 400m stretch (of flats) at 5:20 pace, which felt magical.
My brain was overloaded with ideas of distant lands and epic races with legendary outcomes... It feels good to be a gangster. Or an outlaw.
Jingle jangle...

Tuesday, November 27, 2012


Wildness: the quality of being wild and/or untamed.
Cuss yea, that sounds gnarly and feels clear in my head (it's still fuzzy up there). I was imagining this word and what it means to me and really enjoy it for what it is. It was also the thought basis of half my run today of 3 miles.
I'm convinced that I could hustle 10-12, no problem, but I'm going to ease it on in there (that's what she...). Very excited to get to do that and more on a daily basis.
The other half of my run was a torrent (check out that vocab) of people. This year has been an amazing year for meeting amazing people. I was thinking of making a list, in an order or in no apparent order, of inspirational people I've met this year. I've had the most unbelievable opportunities present themselves this year as well and was very very fortunate for them. Here's a little shout out to people that were newly met and very inspirational: (in Random order)
The ladies -
1. Melody Fairchild - she has the best attitude and is amazing. Watching her run is like, what I would imagine, an angel. She has the perfect everything when she runs. Getting to know her was awesome and I'm thankful.
2. Kim Baker - Lululemon's finest. Hooked it up gooooood. Talk about positive, Kim's your lass.
3. Stevie Kremer - don't even get me started (please do!?!). She is an out of this world badass.

The Dudes:
1. Gabriel Rodriguez - generous and unbelievably thoughtful. He hooked up the Sussie expedition, and made me look louder than I already am.
2. Joe Gray - he's gnarly. I'm praying to make a team with this horse so we can hustle some chumps in hoops after the race. He's also killing everything he enters and is very encouraging.
3. Sage Canaday - he seems so nice, but when he races he's farthest from it. Dude's awesome, and he helped lock me some silver neckwear.
4. LevelRenner - these are bro's. Great dudes that were interested in what smut I could come up with.

Through this latest adventure in the realm of illness, I had a lot of time to reflect on many things. I always seem to have to learn the hard way, but def took out of this two things:
1. Take no prisoners
2. Take nothing for granted

All this in 3 miles...

Monday, November 26, 2012


It's like being single again. Thinking about what I'm going to say and how I'm going to say it. I decided to rev up my repertoire and enlighten the cyber sphere. You're welcome.
The past month has been a cussing cuss show. I was sicker than I had ever been in my existence on earth in this lifetime and I'm just starting to feel bits and pieces like me. It wasn't so much the Lyme's disease that cussed me, it was the spinal meningitis, I hate that guy. Once I started to look NOT like Sloth from the Goonies ("Hey you guys...") and the paralysis went away (I was still too pretty), was when I made the turn for the better. 21 straight days of intense IV meds blew!!! (although, I won the hearts of a few middle aged nurses and they fed my crackers of graham and saltine and supplied me with as much apple juice I could throw down in the 40 min it took to leak all the IV into my temple).
Supposedly I need to take it easy, but if I did things the easy way, it wouldn't be me.
I'd like to thank all those who sent their thoughts my way, it was much appreciated and valued. I truly believe in transcendental energy and it helped. For any haters, that helps just as much, so thank you and cuss yourself. For the 6 people that read this, spread the word: Ferenc is motivated.
I was able to run the day before Thanksgiving, a whole GD cuss mile. Results were immediate: I thought I was going to die by my heart pounding out of my chest.
Day 1: huge success.
I then took the day of thanks off and relaxed with the fam. Black Friday was a decent day and probably the happiest day I had by myself this whole last month.
I took the girls to Grafton, and hit up the power lines with the mountain bike. It's wicked hilly but a fun run. I was praying that the power lines would sent waves to my brain and kill off the rest of the cuss that's giving me headaches. (results are inconclusive). I rode 10 miles in around 2 hours. It was cussing awesome. It was a great day and brought a months worth of self reflections and life thinking to a new level. The girls were great and loved every second we shared outside.
Day 2: Bangarang
Sunday brought a morning without a headache, so naturally, it was a run day. I laced up my new La Sportiva Vertical K's (which will get your life hard they are so awesome) and hit the trail behind the house for a "test trial" 3 miler.
My main goal was to go very very very slow. I checked my watch at the end of the first hill and I was wildly fast. Cuss yea! I ended up running normal pace and was relaxed. I thanked the holy of holiness in the universe for a great day.
Day 3: mashed potatoes kind of party.
Today, Monday, brought me feeling good (slight headache) to GP for some trails with the girls. I was going to do 3, but once I was out there I didn't want to stop. Breathing was tight, but the air was cold, and everything else was in place. I hustled the Lady of the Wood to let me have 5 miles and she was down (Mother Nature is rooting for me, never betray her).
Day 4: Tom Bombadil would be proud.
Overall, I got my being ravished and I'm slowly feeling more like me... More confidant in my abilities than Kim Jong-il's at golf, prettier than Brad Pitt in Fight Club, more magical than Hermoine Granger in the bedroom working with MY Ollivander's and sexier than SK ;)! BOOM! That's what's happening in the wilds of VT...