You think?

One of my biggest pet peeves is when people you meet think they already know everything about you and make comments and/or assumptions.  Dude, you don't know jack about me so let's keep it that way.

Someone asked why I moved here. Why did I leave my parents? Why this and why that? Listen you immigrant, I'm a grown up now and I'm pretty sure in america you can do anything... as long as you ain't  killing anyone. Or something. I don't understand why someone clearly not born in america would question my reasons for why I moved to a different part of the country. You moved to a different part of the world! Duh. Then you don't offer any of your own reasons. I got two words for you: come on!

Then there are those who assume there's only one reason for me to hang with a chick. Can't I be friends with someone with a vagina without wanting to be all up in it? Apparently not.

Golden gate canyon yesterday. 8 mile trail run. Moderate difficulty. Went all the way up to 9K feet. There were points where I thought I was gonna die but obviously I didn't. I made it all the way! Started at bridge creek and took the burro trail. There was a lot of brush in which animals could hide and whatnot. I carry a knife with me just in case. I always think of 127 hours when I'm out trail running even though these trails are hardly the same, its just good to be prepared.
Took a detour to climb up to windy peak. Beautiful. Befriended a chick with 3 dogs. Here's a pic of the view up there. I'm satisfied with my acclimation to the elevation. I'm going to try and hit up a 14er before years end. Should be awesome.

Got this book called run the rockies: classic trail runs. I'm going to try and hit as many spots before the snow comes and severely limits my choices.

People are still amazed that I do all this running without a specific race to be training for... its called life you lazy bunghole. As in its my life. You can do whatever you want with yours... including sitting on your butt watching my life pass you by.