They call me wolfman

So I think that Julia being overseas will be the best thing my training has ever seen. I don't think there is a better way to wipe my mind than a run.

Anyway, today was my first two-a-day since...maybe since the season ended. The workouts were pretty easy, something like a 2500 m swim and a 5 mile run. But it's the principle that I'm looking at here. And I think I get some man points for my run.

Champaign-Urbana and surround areas have taught me one thing about dog owners: Most people should not own dogs. They are largely untrained and dangerous. For this reason, my ability to square up to a dog and yell it down from whatever form of excitement it is experiencing has become finely tuned. Today, with about a mile left in the run, and German Shepherd comes charging out of a house, snarling and barking. So naturally I barked it down. I scared the pants off the dog. Unfortunately, the little girl who had accidentally let him out likely peed herself as well. I felt like a jerk, but...come on...those are big, angry looking dogs. Also, I felt like a champ scaring the dog so bad.

Welcome 200.....10?

Well the brand new decade begins, and I might just write on this thing...or at least I'll try. It is looking to be a rough semester ahead. I have yet to square away my class schedule, I have to figure out if I am definitely in grad school, and worst of all...my lady is overseas until the end of June! AH!

I am not sure how I will approach this race season. Originally I had planned for this to be the summer of the Half. But I'm having doubts. At the forefront is the fact that I hardly enjoy racing. I love training. Obviously I love the post race high. But I stress too much to enjoy a race.

I hope that as soon as I kick myself in the ass and get moving a bit I will be feeling more confident and ready to race, but as of now, the idea seems awful!