After many moons it is finally Week 12 of the training plan. That means one thing only, it’s race week! Normally I am not one to mark the passage of time, one day largely feels like another, but the progress I have made over the last 11 weeks has been pretty cool. I mean when I started this thing it was god damn December and freezing, and while it is still cold as shit, at least it is not as bad as when I started. So at the end of this week, assuming this thing doesn’t get cancelled because of the corona virus, I will be taking on the United Airlines NYC Half Marathon. That was not one of my typically terrible jokes, I think it is a real possibility this thing gets cancelled.
This plan was designed to give myself a little more rest in between runs so that I could focus on getting quality runs in, instead of just trying to get as many miles as I could. That has certainly shifted my focus and I think this is a much more sustainable type of training. Granted the distance is a half marathon instead of the full, so I really didn’t have to stack up the miles, but I wanted to focus on actually getting faster and so far I have done that. The 10k I ran in like Week 6 was just a small glimpse of the progress I made, the half I run on Sunday will be the culmination of hard work and preparation.
Fuck that sounded corny, might as well get into last week. I mentioned on Wednesday that last week was going to be a pain in the ass and I was accurate in that assessment. The workout was 10 .25 mile intervals, and I know that every two weeks I just did one more interval than the last time, but every single god damn week it felt like that extra one was going to be the one that killed me. Running hard interval’s in 30 degree weather is a nightmare, but maybe it builds character or something. The rest of the week was light, except for the long run of 12. I took that soooooo slow, I was afraid of overdoing it a week before the race. I think 12 is a lot to run the week before running 13.1 but I have trusted Hal this long might as well trust him the rest of the way. It honestly did not go great, but I guess I ran it so there we are.
Looking at this week, it is much lighter then what I have been doing. There are 3 actual rest days, no even cross training. I think I will prob just do a light lift on Monday, but take actual rest days the other 2 times. The workout is a 30 min tempo. I am deciding not to break it up this time, I am just going to gun it for those 30 minutes and finish up the run. And after that, it is a quick 3-miler to get loose and then race day. Stay tuned for a recap of everything at some point when I get to it. Under 1:45 or die.
The Thousandfold Thought was fortunately conveyed to the reader in much less than 1,000 pages. I feel like I should be able to do a lot with the title of this book but it doesn’t seem to be flowing well. You know what did flow well? My actual spoken words recapping the book. That sentence have your attention, fortunately I can satisfy your undying curiosity with a simple link to the worlds greatest fantasy and sports fusion podcast, The Swords and Sports podcast. Give it a listen and your life will change. Whether for better or worse is really a coin flip.
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Shameless promotion over. Lets talk about the conclusion to the Prince of Nothing Trilogy. The more I have engaged with Mr. R. Scotty 2 Hotty Bakkers dozen work, the more I have come to appreciate just how masterful this series is. Credit to me for that nickname, not clunky or illogical at all.
The Thousandfold Thought is simply a great book and is the perfect way to end a series. My initial reaction to the first book was almost reluctance to continue the series, it seemed like a lot of clunky writing that bit off a little more then it could chew while not taking advantage of the things that made some of the parts excellent. Mainly not getting bogged down in super boring ass characters with no action. The second book was a complete shift, it seemed obvious to me that Bakker had grown significantly as a writer, the confidence he exuded in making the scope of the story significantly grander showed a level of ambition that would take a mad genius to wrap up in three books. Yet the third book built off a successful bridge gap book. I normally think those second books are the hardest, you achieve some level of success with the first book, but you have to expand the story in some way so I find authors normally go too large and lose sight of the elements the make the first book great. This did not happen with the second, in fact it is so much better crafted.
The third book in this series sees the conclusion of the holy war, which seemed really important in the second book, but now has almost become a side show to the ambitions and goals of the main characters. The confrontation promised to us in the first chapter of the series, Kellhus and Moehungus, does not disappoint. I know thats not how you spell his dad’s name but I can’t get it out of my head because it is funny to sound out. That confrontation though made the whole series so worth it. I have said many times that nothing gets me hyped like a great 1-on-1 sword fight, but I have to say a confrontation between two masters of manipulation was in its own way just as engrossing. The culmination of two separate peoples collection of power being nothing more then a bargaining chip in who will walk out of a cave alive was just such a brilliant way to end it. If they had simply just fought using the magic they had learned or their martial abilities it would not have been as potent as what actually happened. The twist with Cnauir at the end also was crazy, I had a feeling it was something like that, but it made his whole character arc make so much more sense.
The actual conclusion of the Holy War with the Men of the Tusk securing miraculous victory that unfolded exactly how Kellhus planned it, seemed almost anti-climactic compared to the other stuff. This was clearly intentional, and Bakker building up the war to seem so important only have it become a power play move was brilliant. This book is great, honestly a long and not easy read of a series but a must read for anyone who appreciates a more complicated fantasy story that subverts a lot of the simple tropes that stop good fantasy from becoming great. Just get past the first one.
We are one, yes one week away from completing the second iteration of the masterful, inspirational, emotional (half) Marathon Monday’s blog series and let me tell you I am jacked up. I am also aware that this blog is coming out on a Wednesday, which happens to not be Monday but fuck off i’ve been sorta busy.
In Week 11 there is still plenty of work to be done. I guess in a 12 week plan there is not a lot of time for de-loading because this and last week were the two heaviest weeks of the entire plan. I don’t necessarily think this is a bad thing, I also am saying that because I already finished the running workout for this week. Trust me I did not feel that way on Monday.
Last week was rough, I mentioned in the Week 10 blog that I was going on a snowboard trip so I was going to have to do some shifting around with the runs. This always messes up the rhythm that I get in on these training plans and it results in some pretty shitty runs. So I moved the Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday runs up a day, and did the Saturday run Thursday morning. If that is confusing, because it is confusing me, the picture of all the runs will clear it up. This also happened to coincide with me starting a new job, so it is safe to say I was all over the place. At least the tempo run went well, I feel confident that I have gotten significantly faster as a direct result of these workouts. So while I hate them and dread them every week, they are necessary. The long run was an 11-miler, which I ran immediately after driving for 4 hours from Whiteface back home. The snowboarding was great though it is not exactly easy on the old legs. That 11-miler was torrrrttture but I did it.
Looking ahead, well I guess at this point looking at the present, I have another heavy week. Since I am doing my long run on Saturday, I am looking at a 38 mile week, which is a lot to be running the week before a race. I feel confident that I am in good enough shape that 38 miles should be just fine. The running workout was roughhhhh though. Ten rounds of quarter mile intervals is absolute torture, and the jog parts were so fucking slow but that is in the past now. The long run is a 12-miler, which I find a little crazy because I am running a half-marathon next week, but this is what ol’ Hal Higs says to do so I trust the process. Next week is the final countdown, lets get it!
I have been so focused on having the blog catch up to my progress in the audiobook that I actually think I overshot it. The plan was to write about the entire Rhuidean adventure, buttttttt I have not even got close to finishing it. So I guess this leaves me no choice but to work with what I got.
I think to many it may be obvious, but I am not sure that Rand is all there mentally. I am not ready to call him the r word, as I still have a professional job and no way to sustain myself, but the dude is certainly not the brightest. So this jabroni is with our hero of the tale and they are heading into ghost town just dying of thirst when he realizes he can just magic them some water. When he finally does get some water he barely even realizes he needs to drink the stuff. I mean this guy is a grade A idiot. A Pat Shurmer type guy.
Shoutout to Mat. No surprise here but when him and Rand are on the border of entering the creepy ass fog ridden Rhuidean he says that they should go in together. Rand pulls some nasty trick where he makes the coin flip the way he wants, basically barring Mat from really being there for his friend. Mat decides that it might be nice to take a little stroll through another ter’angreal (I abhor typing that word out, I have to look it up everytime) door since he has some time to kill and gets himself back in another world, this time with some fox homies instead of I quote “snaky people.”
Instead of answering questions though, they ignore him until he asks for the holes in his memory to be filled. Then they ignore him until he asks for a way to be free of Aes Sedai and the Power. Last he asks to be away from the fox homies and get back to Rueidien. They just go “done” and start chirping him for being a fool. Those fox homies are annoying as shit.
Listen I do not think Mat handled the fox homies too well, he left a lot on the table. To be fair he didn’t exactly know the rules but I remember him actually coming out pretty ahead in the exchange. That end quote is pretty dope though. To end off this much delayed blog, a little excerpt from Chapter 24.
“Wise to ask leavetaking, when you set no price, no terms.”
“Yet fool not to first agree on price.”
I have no idea what the fuck that means but it sounds cool.
I had to read last weeks rendition of the greatest audiobook recap of the Wheel of Time or audiobooks in general because so much happens towards the end of this book it was hard for me to remember where I ended and what I included. So without further ado, let’s dive in.
From what I can gather (I didn’t really read last weeks blog, that would be called preparation, and everyone knows preparation is the antithesis of success) from the subtitle, no one had made it to Tear since the last time we talked. Which gives me so much to pick and choose.
I think it is fantastic how individually Nynaeve, Egwene, and Elayne can accomplish so many different things, but when they are together they constantly get duped or fall into easy traps. Case in point, them once again getting kidnapped, this time at least the Black Ajah did it. So these dumbasses go to stay with this old toad wise woman and within one night get bundled by Liandrin and gang. Like how dumb do you have to be to get kidnapped a mere week after getting . . . wait for it . . . kidnapped. Say I get in the van offering me candy as a child and I am justttttt about to get the old molestation pecker before I am miraculously saved. Next time I am walking down the street, you best believe I am looking every which way making sure no one is offering me candy. If the ice cream man so much as looks my direction I am running like I am Golden Tate burning that Pats corner last night when he turned around to make sure he was good (and gloat a little). Dumb and dumber and dumbest.
Who the fuck you think has to save these idiots? You guessed it, the hero of the Wheel of Time, my idol, Matrim Motherfucking Cauthon. This guy is the epitome of class, fresh off of murdering the dude sent from Caemlyn by Lord Gaebril after out-gambling the dude, Mat enters hero mode. He practically has to drag Thom to a wise woman, first off saving him, before he finds out the terrible trio got bundled. Wasting NO time, he saunters off to the stone of Tear to begin operation rescue. He then almost whips up on some Aiel who sneak up on him and basically does the fantasy version of a flash bang grenade by setting of some fireworks, anddddd takes down a bunch of High Lords of Tear in one-on-one combat using a quarterstaff. The best. Only quote I am including in this blog:
The man in the gold-striped coat sneered. “You will be honored to die on the blade of the High Lord Darlin, peasant, if I allow it so.” It was the first time he had deigned to speak. “Instead, I think I will have the pair of you hung by the heels, and watch while the skin is stripped from your bodies-”
“I do not think I’d like that,” Mat said.
So Perrin has got a lot on his plate. First he has to deal with Moiraine telling him what to do, then he decides that he would enjoy nothing more than just blacksmithing for the hell of it. The chapter where he just walks into a blacksmiths smitthy and starts working with no conversation is just peak Perrin. The guy loves manual labor. While he is working he has to deal with creepy ass Faile borderline sexually harassing him at the workplace. And the girl has the nerve to get trapped in World of Dreams. Perrin teams up with fan favorite Hopper and gets to chomping. Love it.
Lastly I will end with Rand al’Snore. I ended with him about to duel with Be’lal. SOOOOOO interesting. Book recap will with no doubt be coming next Friday.
Final Notes: Last night for the first time in a while I felt like the Giants had a realistic chance at beating an elite team. Then they didn’t. The over hit though.
One month left to get myself prepped for the TCS New York City Marathon on November 3rd. Well not exactly one month but the month mark is this week and I wanted a catcher title so shut the hell up. Yesterday’s long monster run was super reassuring. I felt like after I finished that while I was tired as hell and my legs were beyond sore, I still had some gas left in the old tank. Which is good because this shit is not over
Let’s take a look at last weeks torture session. I mentioned that last week was going to be my hardest week in terms of mileage and trust me I felt it. The week started off with 8 miles of hills, which honestly I love and I thought they went great. I was battling with my watch running out of juice as you can see from the two activities I logged instead of one, but rising above that adversity, I thought I did a good job. Next time I have to do an 8-mile run I think I will up the reps for the hill, I did 8 and I think the workout is better suited to 12. O well it’s done.
The 9-miler the next day was not easy. My legs were still pretty beat up from the hills but I was able to power through it. 6 miles the next day felt even worse, but the following two days were not bad at all.
On to the monster run. 20 miles is noooo fucking joke. I decided to run 2 loops, one was 13 miles and the other was the remaining 7. I had those goo packet things at miles 6 and 17 and felt like they really provided the boost I needed. I hydrated at miles 7, 13, and 15, which was a lot less then I did for my 18 mile run but I was feeling pretty good. I didn’t take any Gatorade, I would have but I was too lazy the night before to go buy some. I did eat a quarter of a banana at mile 13, I think I am going to do that from now on because it helped a lot with feeling lightheaded. In terms of my pacing I was pretty solid, I ran at a 10:20 pace. That was a lot slower then I did for the 18-miler but this wasn’t a race situation so I wanted to take things slowly so I wouldn’t burn out. I am at the point where doing the distance is way more important then being fast. No complaints about it here.
Looking at next week it doesn’t really lighten up that much. I have an 8-mile interval run tomorrow, which doesn’t seem terrible but still is no walk in the park. Followed again by another 8-miler, that will more then likely be the hardest run of the week. Hills on Friday will be a nice way to go into the weekend. Either way lets get to it.
Final Notes: Daniel Jones!!!!!!!! PLAYOFFS BABY. Please?
This is a little bit different then my normal blogging
material, but I promise it is well worth the read. Let me set the stage for
you. Frank Meza is a retired doctor in Los Angeles who was a proponent of that
stupid ass barefoot running craze that led to those weird web shoes. You can
watch him in all his glory here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKmo8scMx1I
Who gives a shit about some 70-year-old doctor who’s going to die soon right?
Well the fucking internet does of course. Because let me tell you about my mans
Frankie Meza. Frankie boy is a world class cheater, and his specialty is
cheating hippie marathons out in Cali.
Your boy Frankie is currently in some hot water for allegedly cheating at the 2019 Los Angeles Marathon, where he set the record for the fastest marathon ever run by a 70-year-old with a time of 2:53:10. To be fair I just keep reading that he set the record, I have yet to find anything official on that. And also to be fair, he didn’t allegedly cheat, he without-a-doubt cheated. The point of this blog is not to prove his guilt or innocence since he is so clearly cheating, but rather to acknowledge a master of the craft.
Frankie boy has a long history of the long con, this was not
an anomaly. You may be questioning at this point, if you have not already seen the
story or been on Reddit, just how Frank cheated all these marathons? Well Frank
is the master at cutting the course, which involves him exiting the course at
some point and entering it at another. He has only gotten better as time has
gone on, like literally this grandpa’s marathon times have steadily been
improving as he pulls the ol’ Benjamin Button. He has gotten craftier by
learning from his mistakes turning into a practical ghost who can teleport
anywhere on the course. He specialty is the LA Marathon where he has been
improving on his craft since 2015. Here are just some prime examples of places
he got caught cheating.
He was disqualified once, from the 2014 California
International Marathon. This is where he learned the importance of consistent
pacing. See Frankie boy ran his final 10k in 36 minutes, which is awesome. The
problem was that this final 10k was at a minute-per-mile pace faster than the
rest of the race. Not to be thwarted, he tried this again at the 2016 CIM and
of course got disqualified. When he could appeal, he was just like na fuck it.
One would think this would deter him, as people seemed to be catching on, but apparently my man also is suspect at large at the 2019 Pasadena Half Marathon and The 2018 Long Beach Marathon, where once again his paces don’t add up. The beauty of Frank is you can’t stop him, if you disqualify him he won’t bother too appeal, he will just try it again and again. His determination to continue to cheat is just incredible, he is addicted to the cheating game through and through.
At the Phoenix Marathon this year, he cheated, which was
proven by a camera that was set up where he just happens to have never blessed
us with his appearance. That could happen to us all, I mean there are plenty of
NYRR races where I am not on it, but those are still cameras, not video. Either
way he pulled the wool over all our eyes. Granted everyone investigating him
said he cheated, but no action was taken. Record set!
But the LA Marathon is where his bread is buttered. His biggest stage. His one shining moment. Frankie boy knows exactly where to cut in, just look at this here picture. While the picture itself doesn’t exactly mean he cheated, I said earlier I am not here to put him on trial, he is guilty.
But see where a loser like you and me might be like “shit
got caught, might as well come clean,” Frankie boy has gone the 90’s baseball
player route by denying any wrongdoing. This is all part of the craft. When shown
the photos, he gave a perfect response along the lines of he ran off the course
to pee. This having to pee thing screwed him up the year before because he went
into a hotel to pee, so this year he let it fly on the side of the road. Genius
Frank is someone to be admired. Not for his actual ability
to run of course, he’s a first class loser who is cheating in a totally amateur
capacity and disgracing what it means to be a marathon runner or runner in
general. But rather for his ability as a world class grifter. For some reason I
keep comparing him to the legendary Frank Reynolds, a master grifter in his own
Since this race, the LA Marathon loser committee has decided
not to disqualify him, but rather to have someone accompany him next year. Que
up the injury bug, because I guarantee Frankie boy will have it come time to
Since he was not disqualified for this year’s stunning
performance, Frankie must forever be known as a record breaker. Game recognize
Final Notes: I got a lot of this information from a site
called marathoninvestigation.com. I want to say that while I admire the level
of detail this guy went into to knock down a good man like Frank, you have to
be an allllll time loser to spend that many hours poring over an amateur’s race
data. Like this guy was literally comparing photos and analyzing pace charts
looking for discrepancies. The amount of pent up anger you have to have to
spend that much time taking down someone is just a classic case of someone who
needs to either jerk off or get laid so badly. Game does not recognize game. He
did make this blog easier to write though. Thanks!
I am always conflicted when I go to a sporting event that
isn’t one of the four major sports (Basketball, Football, Hockey, and sadly
Baseball). Part of me wants to so badly get into the event, but no matter what,
it is always in my mind that I am watching an inferior product. Take soccer for
example, while not a diehard soccer fan, I am someone that plays it and watches
some Premier League. When I went to see a Red Bull vs. NYCFC game, it is kind
of obvious the players, while amazing and significantly better then me, are not
the best in the game. I’m sure the players would agree, if offered the chance
to play for Liverpool they would leave in a second. New leagues struggle from
lack of legacy/history whatever you want to call it. The fans don’t have any
skin in the game, they aren’t lifelong fans and while it is nice to see your
local team win, in the end Instagram won’t be flooded with videos of people freaking
out and chucking their TV’s out the window.
What NYCFC had was an awesome fan-friendly experience. There
is a dedicated fan section that while not humungous is not tiny, and those
knock-off hooligans made it really hard not to enjoy the game. Will I ever
watch the MLS on TV? Hell no. But those games are an absolute blast to go too,
the fans are really into it and the organization does a fantastic job of
keeping the crowd engaged. That whole playing in Yankee Stadium thing is a
nightmare though. The field looks like its hobbled together five minutes before
they open the gates. Looks utterly ridiculous. Kind of hard to have your league
be taken seriously when you play on grass/turf Frankenstein hybrid field.
With that aside out of the way, the PLL has some of its own
challenges. The first major one is that it is a new league looking to challenge
Major League Lacrosse (the MLL). The MLL isn’t great, it suffers from the same
problems the MLS has, except with an even smaller fan base then soccer has. But
it is the established pro league. That is not to say that there shouldn’t be a
challenger, but there is definitely not room enough for two pro lacrosse
leagues, without even including the indoor lax league. I mean football couldn’t
even make it work with the AAF. I watched two seconds of that shit and it was
The amount of people that are even aware of what a lacrosse
game looks already is a major factor to building a leagues popularity. It seems
like the PLL is trying some new things to garner some eyeballs, but will that
be enough? Even if a league can gain a consistent viewership, are there enough
lax fans to have a league turn a profit? If I was a hardcore journalist I would
research the answer. But I am not.
Gut feeling is no.
That being said, on Saturday I went to go watch some Premier
League Lacrosse. I was going to say I went to the watch the New York Whatever’s
buttttttt they don’t have city names, instead they are like club names. The
team names are great, you got the Whipsnakes, Redwoods, Chrome, Atlas, Archers,
and of course the Chaos. I guess you can just pick a team and root for them.
The way they do this is all the teams play over a weekend in one location, the
first week they were at Gillet Stadium, last weekend they played at Red Bull
It was the fact they were playing at Red Bull Arena that
made me go. As a Hobokian, it’s an easy PATH ride to the stadium. The Saturday ticket
was a double-header, I only stayed for the first game which was the Chrome
against the Whipsnakes. I got to say, walking in I was a little hesitant, the
problem with pro lax is that there are a lot of kids, as my girlfriend astutely
observed, it looked like a Barney concert. A little harsh, but to be fair I
think Barney brings a bigger crowd. That purple fucker can move a crowd.
I will say the crowd size was disappointing, not a great
showing at all. I don’t know the official numbers so I don’t want to hazard a
guess, but man that place was empty. That did mean I could move seats, but
overall that is not a good thing for a new league. Seemed like there was some
kind of pre-game festivities, but nothing crazy. Crowd size is not surprising,
the arena is really in bum fuck Jersey, far enough away from an actual lacrosse
fan-base in Long Island to discourage parents with no way to entertain their
children to make the hour or two drive to go see a game. Especially when the
New York Lizards play at Hofstra.
I swear she was watching. My mouth was agape at all the awesome action
As for the game itself, there was certainly a shitload of talent on the field. Household names like Matt Rambo and Matt Danowski and all those other household names were out there putting in work. I did enjoy the rules, the 52 second shot clock and the two-point line added some speed and excitement to the game. But it was pretty obvious, especially towards the end of the game, that they have not had much practice with each other. I mean all these guys have played for major programs and are beyond talented, but some of the stuff was a little sloppy. They let the boys hit though. Overall I had a good time, the game went to overtime and that got me really hyped and into it. I seemed to be the only one hyped except for two bros sitting by themselves shirts off catching some sun. Gotta get that tan going. Would I go again? Probably not unless I was given tickets. I heard the broadcast for it is cool, like the players are mic’ed up. But I didn’t hear them at the stadium so that’s a wash. Also the ball is neon. There is that.
I wanted to save the end of this blog for the FOGO guy on the Chrome, Connor Farrell. This guy was amazing I think he was like 10 of 12 on face-offs. The only one he really lost was when he went to scoop a ball with one hand because he was too lazy to bend and scoop the ball properly. He’s built like a guy who is going to lose a ground ball because he’s too lazy. It seriously looks like he just rolls of the couch and goes out there. When he wins the groundball, he just flicks it from random release points to his teammates. Its glorious. If he doesn’t have a direct line to his teammate, he just chucks it to the ground in front of them. Can’t be bothered with running to get space. Love this guy.
Looked up what his actual stats were, 11-12. Am I observant or what?
No idea if that is the sixth update but looking over some of
my recent titles I just keep putting the same title on it so for the sake of
keeping a running series I gave it the number 6. Old school Miami Heat LeBron
style. Actually that makes me gag. Looking up famous athletes who wore number 6
it’s like Bill Russel and Julies Erving, both dudes that are not from my time
so I guess LeBron blog it is. Expect this blog to be extraordinarily
self-centered and quick to blame others. Unless I succeed, then it’s all
because of me. God I can’t stand that man. If he gets traded from the Lakers
that will almost fill the void in my heart that Zion was supposed to fill. RIP
in pieces to my dream of one day watching the Knicks without complaining the
entire game. I guess I will also throw the Giants in that category.
I want to talk a little Warriors Blazers but I fell asleep
at halftime so I won’t.
That’s talking hoops folks.
Back to the book. Hand up it wasn’t my fault but I was fed
false information about the Mines of Moria part of the book by anonymous
sources (my memory). A temporary lapse in memory from years of misspent youth
had me thinking that weird out-of-world path that connects different parts of
the world was where the Moraine gang was headed too but in actuality it was
Shadar Logoth. I honestly really like this part of the story even though I
think the running away from the Trollocs and the giant killing fart cloud is
stupid. I love the move of the fat guy trying to get Rand and our hero Mat to
try and take some gold. I would be diving in that pile grabbing annnnything I
could lay my hands on. Quick thinking superstar Cauthon saw an opportunity to
get his bread up and took it. Not his fault that it turned out to be cursed,
honestly its Moraines fault for not being more on the ball. Like if there is
cursed treasure and Foreskin running around let the crew know. Like she should
know looking at Mat that he is going to try and get them stacks, so throw him a
heads up. Fuck al’Bore I wish he took some.
Such an underrated move from Moridin just blowing up like a
pufferfish. Not once in the history of media has the pufferfish move failed. Too
bad it didn’t pan out. Maybe I had trouble hearing this part of the chapter but
why can’t he just stab them? These are the kinds of questions that I had as I
avoided puddles running in the rain for the 14th straight day.
But some good came out of the trip, all the characters split
up. The book is much better when all the main characters have time to develop
their own individual story lines. Though I don’t talk about him a lot because I
think his story isn’t the most interesting, I really do enjoy Perrin. His
chapters are a kind of nice pallet cleanser from the Rand teen angst shit and
the cattiness of the Aes Sedai. Now that the dead weight has been cut off, it
is time for Mat to truly shine.
And that kind of concludes the update. I guess I should
mention that Kate Reading read to me for the first time. The switch off from
the female narrator/female POV chapters to the male narrator/male POV chapters
was refreshing. Also honestly all this rain has been miserable and made the beginning
of the week a pain in the ass for getting miles in. Had to do my long run Saturday
which meant I ran 37 miles instead of the 33 I had planned. Didn’t taper at all
this week and now I am just sticking with 36 since the Brooklyn Half is Saturday.
Might plan to do a race review, has nothing to do with fantasy nor pro sports
but it’s my blog so if that’s what I want to write that’s what I am going to
Final notes: Had to go to Dumbo to get my race packet. Hadn’t been there since I interned at Melville House Publishing. Love that area and loved that internship, ABSOLUTELY hate getting there. Come-on NYRR it’s ridiculous that I can’t just go to the Run Center to get the packet. Shirt looks fire though.
I have refrained from blogging about GoT since the inaugural
debut of this blog for a few reasons.
Everyone is doing it. I spend so much time
reading other people’s takes on the show that I have no interest in writing about
I am not as smart as all these nerds on Reddit,
so anything I come up with is either completely stolen from someone else or is
just unoriginal. I don’t have it in me to analyze a TV show like that.
I am super negative all the time and find no joy
in anything, this season has given me so much to complain about that it just
wouldn’t be fun to lay it all out.
I enjoy writing about books that I have read
little to no reviews or theories on. I start doing all my wormhole research
after I finish books because I just find it more enjoyable.
So this blog has nothing to do with the show. The show was good enough that I am not upset by it. HOWEVER there is something that I must talk about. There is a prevalent rumor circling the internet streets thanks to the actor that played Barristan Selmy (real name Ian McElhinney) saying in an interview that books six and seven are already done. Georgy has not released them because he has struck a shadow agreement with the show creators, those two fucking losers at the end of the episode who pretend to give us insight into the episode but instead just try and mislead or market the show. The agreement states that the show has to finish first.
This is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Look I can
bust out the stats and analytics showing how GRRM is not that delayed. He is
maybe a couple of years off from his normal pace. BUT HAVE SOME FUCKING SENSE.
This guy went from a relative unknown, very few people outside the fantasy
world were familiar with ASOIAF before it became the biggggggggest show of all
time. Now he is not only crazy rich, he is arguably the most popular author
alive right now, if you want I can hedge that and say he is at least having the
biggest moment right now. He is one of like 10 living authors a regular
non-reader can name off the top of their head. He had a South Park trilogy
episode thing on him. He is beyond famous.
Of course he is struggling to finish the book. The stakes are astronomically higher. I have no doubt he felt an enormous amount of pressure writing the books initially, but that has to pale in comparison to what he feels now. Like there is no way he understood real pressure until now. And the guy is an amazing writer, he isn’t going to put out shit just because he has too. Look at J.K. Rowling, I often say that my favorite book was The Half-Blood Prince, it was the most humanizing and the best look into the wizarding world. But The Deathly Hallows was trash, there is noooooo doubt in my mind that she felt crazy pressure to provide an ending that would appeal to the masses. And let’s not forget, he has put out two very solid books since A Dance of Dragons. I legitimately loved Fire and Blood.
It’s like when an athlete starts to listen to the media and
changes the way they play. You start hearing that you don’t pass enough, so you
hesitate when the big shot comes to you and pass and it turns into a disaster.
You start hearing how your running style doesn’t work in this offense, so you
change the way you run and now you can’t break one free. These things impact
people, but unlike sports, there is no game where you can focus in and just
play, you have to constantly re-read and re-work things. That’s got to suck.
So all things considered, the book is not coming out. But also selfishly, finish the fucking books already pleassssse. Also I really need to get off Reddit that shit is poisoning my mind. Barristan I thought you were a smart dude but now I got to say it, you a dumb ass. Stay woke, this was all a marketing ploy to get people like me fired up again. It worked.