Our blast today comes from the West Coast…
James. James, oh, James, oh, James, oh, Jim. Hailing from the Boston tribe, I expect you knew this was coming. Wednesday morning in Alamo, after just barely missing the workout due to tardiness, you dropped a verbal to meet us at Coit Tower for the Friday workout. You even gave Laura a XXXXXXL sweatshirt to tag with the Golden Gate Bridge, which she did in her nasty ass basement on Thanksgiving night just to make sure you would have it the following morning. Do you know how nasty this basement is? It’s where rabid raccoons go to die, James.
Now, we know you think you are a cover modeling, Grammy winning, paparazzi attacking, nose picking celebrity these days after you went all Kim Kardashian on us and stripped down for a topless cover of Runner’s World this month. We get it. You’re famous. You wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek. Oh well, guess beggars can’t be choosey. But you know who is even more famous than you, my friend? Your dog. And I doubt your dog would ever break a verbal on his SF friends. Because she is a loyal mother f*cker.
So your SF tribe will be keeping that sweatshirt hostage until your sister (who we hear is faster than you…) returns for another PR Wednesday and makes up for your west coast blunder. We sure did miss you, James Broad.
Today’s blast comes from our boy Nick – man of few words (he’s efficient), great hair and probably the only one that will be training shirtless throughout the whole winter. He’s a firm believer that one image tells thousand words so ladies and gentleman “We Missed You” post by Nick Stamas.
Michaela must have been too busy admiring the plaque she won after Sunday’s Pell Bridge Run. Where were you this morning, Michaela? Your fellow tribe racers Deniz and Scott were present after their top 10 finish; Daisy dropped a half-verbal blaming “scratchy voice” but still showed up.
Unlike Daisy, I DO NOT have so much to do today. We missed you this morning Michaela, see you Wednesday?
Today’s blast comes from our friend Samantha, that travels 45 minutes (from Medway, MA) every Wednesday morning for her NP fixins. This morning her broken verbal struck little too close to the heart.
Okay time to burn some bridges, you had to know this was going to happen Drew..
Mr. Drew Deppen, my brother in law, has got to be one of the most determined people I know. Once he sets his mind to something he is doing it whether it be a 100 mile race, years of school to become a genius chiropractor or picking up his life and moving from Chicago to Boston with his wife. November Project was his find. While networking around his new home of Boston he heard about NP and after some persuasion he convinced Jackie (his wife/my sister) and myself that we will jump on board with these 6am workouts with him. We started attending November Project’s Wednesday stadium workouts on Sept 4th. The life changing, mood boosting, energy stricken workouts are the reason we have decided to dedicate our Wednesday mornings to NP. Every week he has pushed both of us to do a little more, go a little faster, keep a steady pace. His coaching skills we’re definitely a crutch at times (probably around stadium section 15.. why does it seem like my legs are always going to fall off right at that point?!) Well, enough of the compliments.
Today he dropped a verbal. Now, I don’t have a text saying he was coming, nor a voicemail but the three of us count on each other to wake up and get going every Wednesday morning and what does he do today? Decides to sleep in. I know the excuse he’s gonna give: he ran a marathon on Sunday (he wore his NP shirt by the way.. represent!) but so did Jackie and she was there at 6:15 crushing 40 sections. He let his wife go on without him. I’m not sure if I can let this one go just yet, the wound is still healing but lets make sure it never happens again. I’m sure that extra half hour of sleep doesn’t seem worth it now does it! WE MISSED YOU THIS MORNING DREW!!”
Today’s gunning post comes from Jenna. As you will see, this is not her her first rodeo. Enjoy…
When I lived in Allston over the summer, my friend Emily was a regular NP-er with me. We’d get up (well, I’d drag her out of bed) at 4:50AM and be at Harvard ready to eat some stairs for breakfast by 6:28. Once I moved to Fenway and had to become a gypsy on Tuesday nights, Emily unfortunately couldn’t make NP happen. So when Monday.Edu made its rounds to the Copley/Kenmore/Brookline area, I knew I could get Emily back on board. Although she hated getting up in the mornings, she was so happy after finishing a workout that she felt like this:
On October the 6th, she dropped a verbal for Monday the 14th as she felt “horrible” and knew she wouldn’t be able to get up on the 7th. Fine.
By this point, I had already been stood up by my friend Brianna, and Emily knew what would happen if she dropped that verbal and didn’t show (for anyone who missed it).
However, on the 13th, I told Emily I would transfer her verbal to next Monday, the 21st, as I was sick/coming back from Rochester on an 11PM flight and knew she wouldn’t be heartbroken by this transfer.
Last night we chatted and I got confirmation that she would be there… Especially since she knew what would happen if she didn’t show.
But 6:00AM rolled around and Emily was nowhere to be found.
Now Emily, I know you had a long weekend apple picking and eating apple cider donuts (maybe too many)… Followed by chatting up the bouncer at Lir about your boyfriend’s housewarming party in a few weeks… And I know the Sox won (not sure you know what baseball is though) and you’ve been cramming for some financial test at work (I only enjoy counting down from 37, so that’s as far as my mathematical knowledge goes), but YOU DROPPED A VERBAL.
We missed you this morning, Emily. You missed a quick warmup run, 13 minutes of planking/v-upping/supermanning and the occasional cowbell in which case we had to roll to our rights, roll back to our lefts and do a burpee. Coming this morning probably would have taught you how to correctly do a burpee and remind you that it’s actually called a “burpee” and not a “blurpee” (blame it on the #AsianProblems, like everything else). Even Brianna showed up (we know about her track record) and two of my friends from home. And ya know what? They’re all BU STUDENTS. STUDENTS! You are a real person, with a real job— you should know how to set your alarm and not snooze through it by now (and text in English).
Maybe next time you’ll think twice about dropping a verbal. Or just get your life together. While you’re doing (hopefully) the latter, know that We Missed You This Morning, Emily!
Let me tell you a little story about Nicola. At my previous job I sat across from her for over two years. During that time I’ve been attempting to recruit her and rest of my co-workers to join the tribe. My efforts most of the time were un-fruitful. Out of thirty something people that I saw every day, only three came to the workout, one of them on the day before she left town. One would say that based on my office recruitment track record, I’m a pretty shitty recruiter. I started believing it too, but then I remembered that the numbers outside of participation of my officemates grew like crazy so there had to be something else…
A lot of times I came to work riding my bike. That meant that for the first 30 minutes of my work day I was sweating profusely. Was I the smelly guy in the office that no one wanted to hang out with? Were they all scared of my Serbian accent? I had so many questions but that I never got an answer to and then I left my job. There was no way that I would ever find out.
But then last night, I saw THE TWEET. My friend from across the desk Nicola announced to the world of interwebs that she’ll come to the workout! Finally, after all these years my recruiting efforts paid off. Nicola will come to the workout and she will bring friends! She even capitalized EARLY which meant only two things; she was either uncontrollably yelling towards the end of the sentence (which would be weird) or she was really excited to be up early. Whatever the case was I was jazzed to see my long lost friends. So jazzed that I favored the tweet from two different twitter handles. Yes, I control more than one twitter handle… four in total if you must know.
But this morning Nicola wasn’t there. Other friends came, had fun, hugged some strangers, did a great workout, and went home, but not Nicola. Speculations of what happened are still going on. Some say that she was spotted at a local clubbing establishment until 8am this morning. I mean she is of European descent and them Euros sure know how to throw it down on the school night. But they also know how to get up and at it the following day…
Is it possible that she get lost on her way from Medford to Allston? Is it possible that she stopped to ask for directions but Bostonians couldn’t understand her British pronunciation of Harvard Stadium? Only if she could say Hahvahd properly… Nicola you’re American now, learn how to properly mispronounce words for Kate Middleton’s sake!
Whatever really happened last night/this morning will remain unclear. One thing is for sure – We Missed You This Morning, Nicola!
Our post/blast is brought to you by Jenna who was on the receiving end of a broken verbal.
Brianna, exactly 16 days ago you posted on my Facebook wall, “I want to go to the November Project with you so please knock on my door at 5AM. Ok thanks see ya there.” basically volunteering yourself to eat stairs for breakfast 5AM while the stars were still shining. Knowing that 5AM was actually too early for college kids, I saved your sanity, knowing there would one day be a doable #DestinationDeck for you and where you live. Lo and behold, Monday.Edu came along, presenting a perfect opportunity to you to join the November Project tribe with a quick Monday morning workout that was close to your apartment.
Sunday came, you dropped a verbal and even after trying to get out of it last night, you said you would be at St. Mary’s at 5:35 so we could take the T to my gym, drop my work clothes off, then run to the Commons. For proof, see below:
Well, you stood me up. I stood alone, in the cold, under the dark sky, and made my way to the Commons by myself.
Your excuse? Your alarm was on silent. As one of the most dedicated and hardworking students I know, I would think that you know how to handle an alarm clock by now. I know you had a long weekend with your boyfriend and probably being an overachiever with your homework, but do I need to bring Chris down from the Coast Guard Academy to yell at you to “get your ass out of bed at 0600 hours!”? Don’t think you want that.
Lucky for you, BU’s Monday.Edu #DestinationDeck is HALF A MILE from your apartment, so I will be there at 0600 knocking (well, banging) on your door to #RiseAndShine, since there is obviously something wrong with your alarm clock. After bailing on me today, I just dropped a verbal for you for Monday the 21st. No excuses this time.
Until then, We Missed You This Morning, Brianna!
Kelsey is our repeat offender! This girl drops verbals so far in advance and so confidently that we’re always little scared when she doesn’t show up as we always fear for the worst. So when few days ago Kelsey started her verbal harvest in which she included yours truly we were 100% confident that she wouldn’t bail. But then this morning Kelsey was a no-show. She didn’t respond any of the one million phone calls and text messages that people sent her way. We thought that our fears came true… We imagined Kelsey running to the stadium and on her way over getting sidetracked by her hobby – tightrope walking – which she chose to practice on the electric wires placed over the commuter rails. In our minds we saw Kelsey losing her balance, falling on the train tracks, which resulted in the worst injury that one can sustain after falling off the high voltage lines and landing on the steal tracks – broken toenail. And just as we were contacting local dairy farm asking to put Kelsey’s photo on the milk carton, there was a breakthrough. Kelsey was okay.
She slept in…
We know that Kelsey recently came back from India which would screw up her sleeping pattern, but we have hard time believing that she didn’t hear all the calls and texts coming in. Kelsey, whatever happened in your bedroom will remain a secret between you and your pillow, all we know is that We Missed You This Morning!
Post (or should I say blast) submitted by out boy Scott. Well done sir, well done…
Hi Katie remember way back early in the summer when I had just started going to November Project and you asked me about it and you said you really liked the idea? I’m pretty sure that was May or June. I was so excited I might have recruited someone new! Then the weeks passed and you continued to consider it. You even got my hopes up with encouraging messages like: “I’m potentially considering whether or not going to Harvard to just try out the stairs is a good idea.”
The weeks turned into months and you were nowhere to be found. Then, on the evening of August 6, you pledged that in 30 days you will run the stadium. To keep you honest, I’ve put in in my calendar. There was a witness. 30 days from August 6, was last week. You still didn’t show up.
I gave you a pass when you missed it last week but I spoke with you last night and I thought this was surely the week you would make it happen. Even as I sat for the group photo this morning, I was scanning through the crowd hoping to see your face.
But after the workout when I checked my phone the following note greeted me: “So when I woke up this morning I was motivated but realized that motivation would be put to better use if I went to work to catch up.”
Really Katie we understand. Actually we don’t. We at November Project take our verbals very seriously, and you bailed on one choosing “work” over F-bombs, hugs, and high-fives. Your loss. We missed you this morning, Katie!
Tim, November Project has been lucky to recruit you and your good looks to the morning workout group we call the November Project. See Tim, at November Project we ask our members to commit to themselves and each other by verbally committing to workouts. The way you said, “I’ll be there in the morning” multiple times yesterday when discussing NP and Friday Hills on Summit Ave, that lead me to believe you had, in the words of the tribe, “dropped a verbal.”
Turns out that I was completely wrong and that what you were trying to say was “I’ll be there unless it rains. After all, I have a pretty sharp haircut and I can’t get it messed up with outdoor training and fun.”
Cutting the crap: Tim, like Hilary Keats no-showing last week on a #DestinationDeck after dropping a verbal, you let us down. If you are allergic to rain and good times just give us the heads up. We ran in the rain and had an awesome time. There was no giant tarp that rolled out for a rain delay. I guess the bottom line is this… you didn’t show. We Missed You Tim Sabo.
For all the ladies out there Tim’s number is very single. Real talk!
Marcus Wilhelm is a man who knows commitment. He spent two years in the Swedish military back in the 80s. During the fricking Cold War! He has an actual real life green beret that he earned for distinguished service, for perseverance, for not giving up despite brutal training regimens that left lesser men weeping and whining for sleep. Not Marcus. He took whatever was dished out, and asked for more.
It’s this “never give up” mentality that has served Marcus in his new-found sport of ultrarunning. The guy jumped from marathons to trail races of 50k, 50 miles, and last month, 100 miles! Even if his training is sometimes lacking, he knows he can get it done and finish the race, digging deep for reserves of strength that most people never need to even think about accessing. The mental toughness of a Navy Seal.
But this morning, all the toughness, grit, and fortitude couldn’t save him from the complex task of setting an alarm for 5:30 am. Isn’t that high noon for Navy Seals? The old Marcus probably would have come to the stadium anyways and done a double set to make up for this slip. But no, he decided to stay home, take the easy way out, and feel sorry for himself. Has this man gone soft?? We want to see you out there next week EARLY, Marcus, putting in the time to get ready for your next ultra adventure. The tribe missed you!! We missed your bad jokes, your goofy smile and your grunting!!