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Three of the four Mizzou CAT5 racers.

If you only had one movie to see this year and I could chose it for you, it would be “Million Dollar Baby”.

Rebel9 - From Amnesia With Love
Rebel9 - The Elysian Fields
Rebel9 - Pearls From Kandahar

are pretty damn smart

“Flowers grow in the least expected places. Those in the limelight are not necessarily more pleasant to be with than those in the dim corners”

“Who knows, you might be doing him a favor and help him see things in a different light. If you are meant for each other, God will work out the details if you let Him”

“Do you understand what makes this young man act the way he does? People who have a high opinion of themselves rarely boast. Usually the person who is boastful and seems proud does not really feel that way inside - instead, he is a person who feels inferior, with low self-esteem.”

If the race today was a song this would probably be its title.

How’d it go? Lets put it this way, if it was a 15 mile race I would have had a strong chance of winning.
Unfortunately for me it was a 32 mile race and I got dropped by everyone and their little sister. (FYI: getting dropped means the peleton (aka the pack; big group of riders, etc) rode off without me)
In fact, I was doing so terribly after the 16 mile mark that I actually was thinking about what I could post on here.
It was a great experience though, riding in a group of 40 riders is like riding behind a giant truck, very very little wind resistance. There were 4 Mizzou riders in the CAT 5 race and for the first 16 miles we were all together. Definatey an experience. Brady, Mizzou Cycling President, took first in the race. The other two were close behind. And of course I was bringing up the rear…making sure nobody got hurt of course. Damn I’m a nice guy

Now I’m going to take my sore butt and go to the library for some studying.

Rode about 40 miles today. It sucked. My legs hate me now, hopefully by race time tomorrow they will have forgiven me.
Got on the scales when I got back home, 206lbs. Haven’t weighted myself in at least a couple weeks, but I had to be at least 210 at the start of the ride.
The point…I’m going to get my butt handed to me tomorrow.

Definately haven’t been eating healthy..way too much fast food. Haven’t made the time to make some decent meals. Gots to do better…and gots to do homework now.
Have a great weekend

Gots to find a method of obtaining:
Shiller mit Heppner - “Dream of You”
I’ve heard it a few times on DI.fm, and even found the person’s website, but seeing as how I’m American and don’t know a thing about German (i think it is) I can’t buy the damn thing, even found the cd on a foreign Amazon site, but can’t read a thing.
(i’m in an Ambient funk right now…here’s an example: Xerxes - Me and a gun (Tori Amos) <--- It's 10mb so be a little patient

Woke up as my shift was supposed to start this morning. Meaning I missed class. Not a good thing to do. Stayed up too late last night.
My body is pretty much worn out, played ball a lot longer than I thought I was going to last night with Nell. We ran for probably 2 1/2 hours. Played basically the same people for about an hour, won the first game then they proceeded to beat us the next 3. If I wasn’t so tired and thinking about the paper I was supposed to be writing at the time I might have cared.
(probably so tired because my dinner consisted of a couple small leftovers from Macaroni Grill and 3 warmed up Krispy Kreme doughnuts…not the most energizing meal ever, in fact I wouldn’t recommend it)
Now I must run over to the Newman center to relieve the Pepsi machine of a Mt. Dew or a Pepsi.

Beautiful….also

I’ve eaten at number 7 of GQ’s “10 Restaurants That Still Matter”, Arthur Bryants, and been inside one of GQ’s “25 Buildings Every Man Should Know”, Thorncrown Chapel in Eureka Springs, Arkansas

“does winning mean that much to you? do you think it’s possible to play an incredible game– perhaps the best ever– yet not win? the whole ‘playing w/ heart’ bit”

First things first…the heart thing is much more than a ‘bit’.
No winning does not mean all that much to me. Like I said, if a team plays as hard as they can and lose then you can shrug that off. Let’s face it, no matter what you do someone out there is going to be better at it than you (if not at the moment then someone will come along eventually to unseed you).
Is it possible to play an incredible game and not win. If you’re talking about individually then without a doubt. In high school we lost the best game I ever had (16pts, 18rbs along with another co-captain getting something like 20pts and 10rbs…also got punched in the nuts that game)
If you’re talking about a team playing an incredible game then no. A team playing that way can always beat a couple individuals on the other team playing that way. I suppose that’s part of what makes basketball (and other team sports) so frustrating at times, the fact that you have to count on others to do a specific job. They don’t do that and you’re screwed.

That may be part of the reason I get so much enjoyment from cycling, whether I win (or more often) lose everything is based upon me.

Back to reading the new GQ at work.

satisfied
That’s the only way I can describe my mood right now: unsatisfied.

Won the game by 56 points.

Guess i’ll do a little bit of homework and get to bed.

‘night

1. If you’ve been drinking and you decide to take your horse and buggy out for a drive WATCH OUT, you can receive a DUI while operating that buggy. And watch out, if you happen to pass out in the buggy your horse might be able to make it home, but it may take out a few mailboxes or swipe a few cars on the way…and you’ll be responsible.

2. Imagine this, you wake up and do a few chores. Then you have breakfast, more chores, lunch, more chores, and dinner. What’s missing? Checking yourself out in the mirror. Many (most) Amish communities ban mirrors (with the exception of a small one for the man of the house to keep his beard in line; the beard is a very important aspect of Amish life). In fact, an Amish person can look into a photograph that they’re in and not know which one they are (even a polaroid that was taken 1 minute before they look at it) unless they identify who was standing next to them. HOW MUCH DIFFERENT WOULD LIFE BE FOR US IF WE LIVED LIKE THAT?
So much of our lives are based on appearance.

Today: work until 6, then run home and change into ball playing clothes. Then to teammates place to celebrate getting into the rec league playoffs by drinking before our game at 8.