This picture is epic
I really wanted to use this picture as one of my “one word blog post responses” but, instead it motivated me to go find my own picture. I’ve never seen something so green before. I could stare at this all day.
A setting sun
opens up a world of possibilities.
mash
suggested by stanley.
i don’t exactly like using this word in my writing, since it references a group of riders i could only idolize and so far superior to me for that matter. And compared to my riding, it’s like day and night for how ridiculous they are. Far from that though, mash is everything a word isn’t. It takes written word, and rewrites it, it takes what everyone thought and spits it out into what no one saw. It takes everything and brings it into one discombobulous mess, that somehow is so clean, it makes you rethink what you just say. I’m not sure how to connect this to whatever’s going on in the world right now. State of the Union was the other night, and i actually got a chance to listen to it while folding clothes. I’m done with midterms which is a weird feeling. and I badly need a haircut. Other than that, most of us students are living in our over sized bubble called college. I guess now would be the time to mash through school. To be clean. ‘Nuff said. Perhaps there is something of this mash within us all that we have to experience before we die. Maybe there is something about carelessly or daringly running signs and lights. I haven’t ridden enough to feel it but, from what I’ve seen there has to be something in these guys that keeps them coming back to the steep hills they chill consciously atop. And when they do set loose and hook up with their bike, cracks don’t exist in the ground and they own the road. all the way to the bottom. And when skids pull out and and start to grab just the amount of asphalt you want, the road starts to just flow with your bike. Lean forward a little more and you can almost feel every part of your bike click into unison with each of your body’s movements. I don’t wanna go on much further, you can’t describe mash, its something you do and experience with others who have veins that run deep and cold. I for one, don’t have that. I wish i could “mash” sd hills, but in my head i still fear that driver inside us all who says “it’s just one stop sign, in the 100 times i’ve drive home, there’s never anyone coming down this street”
So today i was trying to get to this, and having class till 2 was no help at all since i had an hour to get through 13 miles, and this hill. If your name happens to be Juan, i have nothing against you… but i owned the shit out of juan. i dunno why it didn’t show up on gmaps but turning the corner to see the third picture was something else. 9 miles in, i really had to pull it out. Looking at my own pictures still, they don’t do justice to how much steeper and longer it was. Speaking of pictures, the 6th one has a story, well not a story by a tale cuz its short, and you probably won’t find it funny. Basically, i was riding along a trail inside mission bay–not the road i took to go downtown that ran on the outside. I was minding my own business on my bike, chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool, until this giant bird American White Pelican decides its cool to come flopping across the trail. I mean. jeez. So, that bird in the 6th picture, should be it. Trust me, it was scary to see a bird the size of my bike come stomping across the trail like a dork. Cramped up a bit on the way home, made a few pic stops along mission bay and coming back up gilman, you could hear me crying to the bike gods. Thats what i get for mashing to balboa in under an hour…
stay hungry, lum.
for vivek
Currently lacking inspiration. I need something to get my blood gushing again. Something to make me write stuff that makes me look back two weeks from now and read it over and over again>…..>…>…….>……>..> i’ve got an idea, LEAVE A COMMENT-1 word, i'll pick one and write an entire post about it… by relating it to life. i’ll choose a word once i get at least 10 comments. comment away at your leisure…
words:
run
kindness
mash
certainty
woh bundy
donut
sunrise
sunset
passion
time
if
isaac
guilt
roast
death
sometimes i don’t care if we don’t sleep at all tonight.
i guess it’s just buried in human nature.
[more later.]
knowledge
1:48am
will i ever understand what gets me out of the warmth of my home and into nights like tonight? i think i just figured it all out. everything.
I miss those days
i really do.
this is gonna be another one of those pathetic update posts but… now that i have a fresh pair of running shoes, i need to get back out on the trails that shaped me into who i am today. After all, its been officially one week since i’ve come home and i only have 2 more weeks max until i go back to that place they call la holla. i promise pics and a message when i get out. right now i feel like its gonna be tomorrow morning, but i know at the moment my thoughts aren’t strong enough to pull me out of bed.
thanks for putting up with me everyone,
stay hungry at day 364-lum.
it’s raining outside
and it’s finals week.
and i can’t leave for home until saturday.
but i’m only 2 finals away.
and i’m lovin’ it.
stay hungry, lum.
11/23
wow i’ve been puling my sleeves to write something here in such a long time. it feels nice to start mashing away again. Since the first week here, i’ve been eating healthy, going to class, doing homework, studying for midterms, and besides getting out to run on the beach, i really haven’t taken advantage of having a balcony. I know its not the best, if i had a choice i’d choose the top floor on the suite that has the balcony facing the canyon, but it has an awesome view of the sky for what we make of it. I don’t know how it does it, but the sky is straight up, absolutely endless. Don’t call me stupid, as stupid as that sounds, you probably just don’t understand. As I learned today-investigating and reporting is not the same as living. Whenever i step into night, stare into it’s eyes, escape my shadows, i can be anywhere i want. I guess it’s true what they say about looking into the sky and being with the person/people/place you want to be with.
Watched Haunting in Connecticut the other night, and this one line caught me, it has no application but it just caught me in the context of the movie.
“Tell you a secret. There is no heaven. No hell. No separate place way up there or way down there. See, it’s all here. All right here.
All around us. All the time. The
living and the dead. But invisible
to every one. Or almost every one.
We’re not like other people
anymore. Most people spend all
their life firmly in this world -
then one day they go straight to
the other side.
Some of us – we take a more
roundabout path – spend quite a lot
of time in the border land. And who
knows – when you pass this close to
the next world – maybe we see
across the border. Maybe not.
Either way only one thing matters.
Like I told you: Fear No Evil. Be
fearless. And open.”
-Copyright A Haunting In Connecticut
Adam Simon & Tim Metcalfe
Adam Simon & Tim Metcalfe
interesting stuff, for how creepy the movie was, all i can say is i’m sold.
well, enough writing here. ironically enough, i need to start on my essay on how blogs such as this provides an excess amount of information, skewing how people perceive their identity, such as yours.
oh yeah, before i leave.. a few last words.
FUDDRUCKERS. BURGER LOUNGE. SUSHI DELI. EXTRAORDINARY DESSERTS. CREME FILLED CHURROS. work, damn.
stay hungry,
lum.
see you all in a few days
11/14
for a bit, I was seriously considering the ticket home on friday november 13th. for november 14th. and the trip back, sunday november 15th. For that one day, that one day that i won’t be able to experience ever again in my life. OH, how i would do anything to earn a ticket back home for that weekend just to see them race one last time at crystal. and remind myself how much i miss that course… and that looking at pictures online just doesn’t live up to reality. before woodward.
stay hungry,
lum
So that’s
what it feels like to be a student-athlete again… not with 8am class no thanks.
-I don’t want to do chem homework, aleks can smd.
-I’m really not looking forward to reading econ this weekend.
-at least warren writing is taking a break this weekend. phew.
-midterms back up again next tuesday. woo. pause. not.
Come Tuesday
I will have a post up by tonight. Before Tuesday 12am. So come back xc team and read one last post before you call it a night and sleep one last time nervously before one last league final race.
It’s been amazing watching you all since the first practice your freshman year, i’ve spent almost a little too much time with all of you. whether during meets, ditching practices or at pasta feeds. I know you don’t see it in yourselves but you’ve all grown so much more than you think. I’m super glad to have run with all of you in the past. It was three years and i haven’t forgotten one bit to this day–obviously since i’m still writing about it. Tomorrow probably doesn’t feel like the last race of the regular season does it? All of you have come so far from nothing, proven so much of yourselves, and have actually made a name for yourselves. You guys are those kids.Tomorrow, be those same kids. Be great, be everything you’ve learned about yourself this past season. Every single practice, race, fault, is it’s own individual piece of the puzzle, you have all the pieces at hand. You own them, you earned them. Put the pieces together and either prove your identity or make it into your own. Your hard work, sweat, tears, blood and fatigue took place of your fear and got you where you are today. You resisted the urge to fear, to let it own you. You’re there, go out and get it. Leave all your regrets on the trail, by the time you get on the bus back home, have a free mind, go home, and enjoy yourself. I still remember my last race at crystal, and despite how painful it was, afterwards it was the greatest night ever. It was my birthday. I really don’t know how to explain it… Make it–go home and be happy-but seriously just chill tonight. End it–go home and reflect-but seriously just chill. All your bodies could use it, for heaven’s sake-the news you guys have been making up in san jose has been all over college campus’ everywhere, east to west, north to south. You guys are seniors and deserve to just kick it. This is your time tomorrow, not that guy in front of you, or the next guy up there. You should be there and you know it, you’ve done more work than all of them combined. They don’t know how badly you want it. But YOU do. You want it more than any of those other kids at the starting line. Are they gonna stop you? They won’t even come close. No one deserves this more than you 7 boys and girls. Cancel out everyone else around you, run your race and your mind and work will take you where you’ve paid for. Everyone believes in you, each one of you. Amrit, inside i know you’ve been saving it up for this race, don’t let anything your body tells you get in the way of what you really want. Just think how you’re gonna feel at the end of the race if you dip down to listen to what your body wants over what your mind wants. I know how strong you are. Varun, you know you’re that standout from no where. Don’t let those first races at crystal determine how you approach your run. I don’t know where you get it in you. But dig deep tomorrow and pull it all out and leave it on the trail. Whether you want to race this as your race from yesterday, or your race of your life… make it a comfortable race, i can tell you it won’t feel the same if you think about it that way. Decide how you want it to be and do whatever you’ve been doing. You have that talent stored up somewhere, you just need to tap it and you’ll run crazy, Find that one guy and just tail him the whole way-you’ll piss him of while making yourself feel like you’re jogging. Let it out coon. Luca, just go eff sheet up. No matter how it turns out tomorrow, you’ve brought so much to this team, you’ve helped bring together more than three generations of xc runners and it’s your time to show the world what you’ve made out of it. Nothing can touch the bonds you made between your teammates, just go out there and show that course who owns it. I only hit the seniors since this is the race they’ve been waiting 4 years for. But really, it applies to all of you… At the end of the day, if you’re not satisfied–good.
stay hungry guys.
to all of you, sleep well. you’ve trained hard. race should be fun. winning should be easy.
“train hard, win easy.”
Make it your best and most importantly, have fun.
i’m out.
- Luca, what do these trees remind you of?
Morning dew
lynbrook seniors of 2010.
i wish you could have read this before your skit tomorrow, and i knew i should’ve posted it yesterday but whatever. I hope you’re all enjoying your all-nighter, getting ready to pull crazy shit out of your ass, hyping yourselves up to walk all over the juniors tomorrow, and prepping to talk nothing but pure trash to the rest of the school. It’s your time. It’s been your time but, ittt starts now, and to my dismay, it doesn’t last long. Sorry i said hawaii was better, but homecoming is a different feeling. It’s not the same as winning a race as a team for the first time. It’s not the same as owning your older brother in basketball. It’s not the same as winning the world cup, or scoring the golden goal. It’s one of those unique to high school moments. It’s not the same as winning a football game in college against division rivals. It’s not. Nothing in life can replicate the past four years you all have spent with each other, getting to know the back of each other’s hands. For one day tomorrow, you all are going to be united closer than one… if that’s even possible. It’s an indescribable feeling going crazy for something you love, for people you truly do love. Seeing them go crazy for their love of you too is spine chilling. Seeing the school respect you–no wonder you can only be a senior once. Once. Maybe that’s what i meant last night when i titled-Nothing gold lasts forever. This homecoming stuff is pure gold, but it’s also so much more than pure gold. If it lasted forever, it wouldn’t be gold worthy enough for you to want it to last forever. Something about forever brings things down. Make history instead. This is hard stuff to describe… and I wish i could go on and on about what you’re going to go through tomorrow, try not to throw up.
I am seriously getting through school right now just from feeding off the energy you guys are giving each other on facebook. I love the smack talk and i wish i were up there to join in. I wish i were a part of that again. I don’t have much else to say, but
tear it up ‘10.
time to throw it all out, balls to the walls.
'o9 is today. 'o9 is tomorrow. 'o9 is gold.
as always… stay hungry,
lum.
“Nothing gold is forever”
but i don’t care, because when i go out on my balcony and look up and see that one bright star in the western sky, i think of home. I think about sitting on the street, gazing into the pitch black night. I can close my eyes when i’m on my balcony and drown out the noise, and pretend i’m on that street. Everything about it is gold. And every time i look it’s got forever written on it. It’s mine, forever. okay, when i go back–things won’t be the same. but it’s okay, i’ve got this shit…
spare time
with finals done and in the books, the only thing i can say is… i wish my tests used condoms cuz they effed me hard. It’s a wake up call definitely–i’ll be having a planned out schedule and everything from now on. specific study times each day after lecture, less time walking from place to place and more time studying in one place. But enough of that boring academic talk, i wanted to use this time to catch up.
"In a poll of 8,000 runners... women said they run to sculpt a toned physique, shave off stress, and achieve personal goals...just some of the benefits. But perhaps what drives people to the sport more than anything is that everyone can do it. You don't need special skills, pricy gear, athletic ability, or even good genes. All running requires is a pair of shoes and a little determination."
I KNOW luca didn’t quote this article since i got it out of a Women’s Health magazine [don't ask how or why i was reading one]… it’s hard to read but i deciphered it… it was just amazing to see this content published and known throughout. It’s practically the same thing luca is writing about each time he writes–amazing stuff, and he’s not even getting paid to do it.
"When you run, it's just you, your body and the environment... your arms, legs and breathing fall into a rhythm that eventually...___"
Sorry Chrissy and Narayan, that puzzle of you two was cute. But our's owns.
weight room-picture is for xc boys
the reason i keep studying at geisel to a minimum these days...
one of the reasons i love sd... unpredictable fog. Although, i've yet to go running in it.
per request.
this has become my temporary replacement for priyas… the hill down and back up is ridiculous… the sight of it is crazy. But some how, it’s nothing compared to priyas. i’m no where as painful, the pain you get from priyas is almost unique. which is hard to say about pain of anything. I had to get lost… i had to get away from my room, give it all up, and find this place instead. it’s not the best. but at least it’s something of a home away from home.
i wish i had my camera but those three black dots the size of dogs are raccoons.
stay hungry,
lum.
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