Tomorrow starts my quest for 200 miles in a week. I should say minimum. My goal is to ride as much as I possibly can while still going to the gym everyday. Sold my leader and am going to give myself a Cinelli for my birthday.
Rule Number 5. Harden the fuck up.
Education, in order to keep up the mighty delusion, encourages a species of ignorance. People are not taught to be really virtuous, but to behave properly. We are wicked because we are frightfully self-conscious. We nurse a conscience because we are afraid to tell the truth to others; we take refuge in pride because we are afraid to tell the truth to ourselves. How can one be serious with the world when the world itself is so ridiculous!
(via blogut)
Great chapter
I should probably read this.
You can borrow it from me LaNita
If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
I think a large part of today’s society and especially the younger generations is that they have never been in a position where they have to loose. Video games allow countless re spawns and saved games. Sports now give medals to the top three teams and in extreme cases medals to the rest simply for trying, at the least certificates for participating. Schools have the no children left behind program, extra credit, a grading curve, and teachers who will graduate them simply to save them the embarrassment of failure or because they don’t want to deal with them any longer. So what we end up with is a generation of children who don’t know how to loose. When things get tough or when things go wrong they don’t know what to do. They lash out, they get depressed, they get frustrated, they quit, they close themselves off to the world, they pass the blame to others, and so on and so on and before we know it we have a generation screaming out “This isn’t fair” “THIS IS OUR RIGHT” and all of this other bull shit and you know what, its our fault. We raised a bunch of winners. The problem is people who win but don’t loose, stop trying to win and eventually start expecting it. They become entitled to the idea that victory is there right because they earned it twenty victories ago. Funny the parallels this draws in today’s society isn’t it.
Strength comes from form. Power comes from Technique.
When a sniper’s bullet struck Pfc. Colton Rusk, the first to reach his body was his best friend Eli – a bomb-sniffing, black Labrador so loyal he snapped at other Marines who rushed to his fallen handler.
The two were inseparable. Military dogs are supposed to sleep in kennels when deployed, but Rusk broke the rules and let Eli curl up with him on his cot. Other times, the dog took up the entire sleeping bag. Rusk ate ready-to-eat meals, so that’s what Eli ate instead of dog food, Darrell Rusk said.
“Whatever is mine is his,” Colton Rusk wrote on his Facebook page.
After Rusk died Dec. 6, his parents decided they wanted to adopt his dog. They picked Eli up Thursday at Lackland Air Force to take him back to their home in rural South Texas. It was only the second time that a U.S. military dog has been adopted by the family of a handler killed in combat.
all of the tears.
It’s weird seeing this because well there are a lot of these but dusty knew him and idk it just makes this more real instead of just a picture.
Reblog every time this shows up
where in the fuck did this come from? December 6th 2010. O’tool, Anderson, Espinoza, Voynovich, Berry, Sanchez, Debo, All of CAAT1 and CAAT2 and even 81’s. All of weapons company. We remember. We won’t forget
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