dunes runner wrote:
I didn't ask what he's done.
My comment was that I've never heard of him.
dunes runner, I believe it was you who was baiting me with the "since you've never done it comment, " to which I gave you a dispassionate answer. And it would be YOU who continues to bait me with your statement, "Contrast 'Guest' with Malmo, who it appears always raced his miles and, in spite of having good speed -- and high mileage -- his greatest accomplishment is being constantly stressed out, a classic symptom of "over training", under recovering, i.e. running too hard every day." Which since you've admitted you don't know me, would be false, wouldn't it?
I've been on the internet for a long time. I've come across many really strange personalities - people who'd I'd never associate with on the street - who seem to want project their sad perspective and background into my words and thoughts. If you'll review this whole thread you'll notice that the entire thing was built on a false premise, and the false premise was argued over and over as proof that the premise is true. In other words, the thread was started with the intent to stir up shit.
You'll also note that there are those on the internet, who for some unknown reason, are simply unable to debate with the facts. They will embellish to no end if it will somehow further their contention. I'm still waiting on the names of your two friends who've "run 170 and 190 a week for two years"? If they exist, surely someone would have heard of them? They'd certainly be legend, wouldn't they? Perhaps you misspoke?
Since you don't know me, let me give you a little about my background and where I come from:
I was a scrappy kid from Maryland, who observed and studied the methods of the best: took notes, tried, applied, died and modified until I codified a winning plan. First, my plan was to be among the best in my neighborhood. When I accomplished that, to be among the best in the county and then what every high school kid dreams of, the best in the State. In college my first goal was to be one of the best in my age-group, then finally among the best in the nation. Then I sought to be among the best nationally in another event, then another...and yet another (and a lot more "yet anothers"). Worked my way up the ladder one rung at a time. Lots of failures along the way, to be sure, but I figured out early on these failures were nothing more than stepping stones to the next level of success. Then one day I came up with this cockamamie idea that I should be the best American EVER. Why not, somebody's got to do it, right? It might as well be me. So I told my coach what I was going to do as I gave him my sweats and went out and did it. If I conned myself into believing I could be the best American ever, why not try to be the best in the world? It could happen. Guess what happened? I came close. Many times.
All because a scrappy kid studied what works - took notes, tried, applied, died, modified and codified.
Guess what would have happened had I sold myself short?
I've been lucky enough to have trained with dozens upon dozens of the best in the country and quite a few of them were among the best in the world at their events. Ninety nine percent of the people who I've trained with could give a damn about you. The difference is, I care. What I'm giving you is an inside look into my world, something you may never be lucky enough to experience on your own. What you do with it is your business.
You might even want to take notes, try, apply, die, modify and codify.