Train Harder...Run Slower

...And we're back!
I'm pretty new to this whole track thing, especially the international competition aspect of it. Compared to other people on the circuit i'm a virgin. But who cares? The whole point of training the way i have been is to be able to lay it down and perform well under any circumstance anywhere in the world. Thus far it has not been the case. After last season i knew the 2008 season would be one of historical improvement. I ran world class times with half-assed training (i'd give it a 5.4 on a scale of 10 in terms of difficulty and amount of focus i had) a crazy party life and a couple of jobs on top of it all. Oh, by the way, i didnt go to the weight room once in 2007. So i figured i'd do damage with more intense training (including weights) better supplementation, and no partying and drinking until 6 am and then practicing at 10. With all that going for me i'd surely run a personal best or better yet a 9. I'm a solid 10.40 sprinter every time out. Tailwind, headwind, 103 degrees, freezing cold, it doesnt matter you're going to get a 10.40 out of me. I'm starting to think that maybe my body doesnt respond to the high intensity training and that i need to get rest more than i would have expected. Truth be told, i dont really have a coach, and the coaching i have been getting hasnt put me in a place to be successful. So for the rest of the season i'm just going to write my own workouts, tape myself and study my weaknesses. I did it last year and it worked and they say a broken clock is right twice a day. I just need it to be right once in this year.

Workin On Some Things

'Yeah im tryna get in pocket, im gettin some things together...I'm just really makin sure everything is everything.' Its been a rough stretch the last 2 weeks or so. The finances aint financing. And in turn the computer aint puting, and the internet aint nettin, and so on and so forth. In a couple of days i'll be saying goodbye to GA and hello to FLOrida. Im actually looking forward to gotdamn getting out of "the A" and getting around more, dare i say, conservative people...if you know what I mean. Training has been going okay. My back is probably just gonna be on and off for the rest of the season so i'll just have to deal with it.
Making music is hit and miss as usual, but there are some big things in the works if we decide to not fumble at the goal line. If you havent noticed im not speaking in specifics for the sake of diplomacy, also for the sake of overly sensitive people. For a business thats so fickle and based on other peoples opinion im really surprised there are so many hypersensitive ego-maniacs in it. I dont like it, and I hope i never become one of them. You really cant get to big for your britches cuz in urban music you're lucky to get a 18 month shelf life before you become radioactive. But pray for me, its probably only gonna get worse before it becomes great. And for all those people who complain about me not updating my blog regularly but then dont post a comment, you can step off...

Stop Working So Hard

I didn’t realize how much more we train than other world class athletes. After a stint in Florida and now back in Atlanta for a week or so, I’ve gotten a chance to look at how the best in the business work. In the last 30 days I’ve been on the track with U.S. Champions, Olympic champions, World Champions, Record holders, you name it…I gotta admit, I’m not impressed. Jog a lap; stretch a little bit, couple of high knees and 4 minutes later BAM! They’re ready! unlike our 53 minute “warm-up.” I’m really starting to believe that the harder you work the better you will become is a big load of crap. These dudes are just better than everybody else. Luckily for me, the amount of work I’ve put in over the last 12 months has me right there with them in every run. That feels good. So who’s to say that I shouldn’t work as hard as I do? I, for one, wouldn’t dare slack off. I get better every day. I get to say I’m a world class athlete. I get paid to run fast. Sometimes a brother got to do what a brother got to do to get paid. Work hard…don’t work hard…Whatever…