27 April 2013
Nietzsche said, a casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
Gustavo has been running pretty good, when we practice, in our class. He has his ups and downs, but in general I've been happy with how how it's been going. I had hopes we'd do a good job today, we would run fast and clean.
You know that guy Nietzsche? I think he said that Hope Prolongs Whatever Torments Us. Then he went mad and died. Nietzsche was a man blessed with a rad handlebar moustache.
It was a beautiful day. My job was to empty all the trash. That's my thing. I do a good job. You have to get the trash out of the cans without spilling it, and haul it to the dumpster, along with the bags of recycling. Also, always make sure to put a new trash bag in the cans.
Oh, and put new toilet paper in the porta potties.
Our day started out ok. Gustavo skipped a pole in his second time through the poles in Steeplechase. I didn't see it happen. I was wearing my glasses and everything. He just missed a pole and kept going through. Happened really fast. So we got an E. Everything else in that run was great, so I hoped it was a good way to start the day.
Today, the letter E stands for Entropy and Every Single Run. That Steeplechase E was our best run of the day. The day unraveled to a final fiasco in Masters Standard I'm not even sure I could tell you exactly what happened. It was ugly. There were tunnels. No teeter. Really bad.
PS. Otterpop did not get the gamble.
by team small dog at 7:04 PM