Always Suicide Pace

My team did the torch run from Northridge to Weber which is about 23 miles, it's kinda like a relay. We pass off the torch to a different group after 2 or three miles. So everyone is suppose to run about 4-6 miles of the 23... But not Talon Hull!!!! Me and Jake lee made the mistake of taking a break at the pooper and we were left behind, the bus just up and left us! Chumps. My split for a half marathon was a 1:16, for 13.1 miles. After that my legs stopped working and it was nothing but pain all the way back to Weber. When we got to Weber we painted our sexy bodies then set fire to a gigantic wooden N. There is also a tradition for homecoming called true warrior. You basically kiss a very special person on the W of the football field then you have earned the title of "True Warrior" Yep, I did it, Dealwiddit. I really enjoyed it too, Dealwiddit! On top of my fantastic day filled with adventure and romance i've got a Buttload of homework to do and it's ten at night. Fun Fun. Tough titty said the kitty when the milk went dry

My voluptuous booty cheaks are freakin' sore!!! Yesterday's workout was hill repeats up an infamous hill called 500, we sprinted up that ish 10 times and it's about a quarter mile "from the bottom to the top"-Meghan Trainor. Well that's why my booty cheaks are feeling so flippin sore, incase you were wondering. Seriously, It feels like a mile long stampede of rhino trampled over my @$$, then my booty detached from my body and I had to re-attach it with a rusty needle and some fishing line. But just think how great they'll look later, BUNS OF STEEL!!! But I continue to persevere even if my boody cheaks are no longer a functioning part of my body. Today at practice I ran 7 miles at a 5:35 pace, it didn't feel too good. SO WHAT TALON HULL!!! Your butt is sore big whoop, Deal widdit! Thanks motivational voice in my head, I needed that. Then later I went on a short easy 3.5 miler jus cuz I felt like it. I'm racing tomorrow, it's a dual meet with Roy so that should be fun. "Run like an angry Kenyan"

Easy day at practice, I ran 5 miles at a 5:20 pace because I guess the word easy just doesn't process in my brain. I did some biking on my majestic stallion of a bicycle. When I got home my mother was awaiting my arival. With my backpack in hand and waterbottle in the other I kick the door shut behind me and eagerly await "the question", yes the question. My mother looks me in the eye and says, "HEY YO SON!!!" I responded: "YES MAMA" she says: "YOU WANNA GO TO THE GYM? Your quads aren't nearly as fantastic as mine." (she flexed her quads and the earth began to shake) I responded: "HELL YEAH MAMA!!!" So I went to the gym and ran 5 more miles, did some weight training and core, checked myself out in the mirror a couple times, flexed my calves and intimidated some professional body builders. You know... the usual stuff.