Do You Know Your Enemy?

Know Your Enemy

Green Day - Know Your Enemy
Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy

Violence is an enemy
Against the enemy
Violence is an energy

Bringing on the fury
The choir infantry
Revolt against the honor to obey

Overthrow the effigy
The vast majority
Burning down the foreman of control

Silence is the enemy
Against your urgency
So rally up the demons of your soul

The insurgency will rise
When the bloods been sacrificed
Don't be blinded by the lies
In your eyes

Violence is an energy
From here to eternity
Violence is an energy
Silence is the enemy
So gimme gimme revolution

Do you know the enemy?
Do you know your enemy?
Well, gotta know the enemy

Overthrow the effigy
The vast majority
Burning down the foreman of control

Silence is the enemy
Against your urgency
So rally up the demons of your soul















I know my enemy and my enemy is ME!! Up there - that photo is the enemy after my 5 mile run today. I will not run again until Saturday. The day of the NYRR Half Marathon Grand Prix Brooklyn or for those in the know - The fucking Brooklyn Half Marathon that raw cool has been talking about for the last gagillion years!! Yeah that one!

I have done all I can to prepare but I do not feel at all prepared. I ran my heart out even when it hurt to do so. I felt tired and annoyed at myself more than ever. My body kept rebelling against me. Over and over again. I would have 1 good pain free day of pure bliss only to run the next day with pain in places I never knew existed.

I had xray after xray and a scary MRI that turned me into an alien for a few days.

But, though it all I ran. And iced! And stretched. Well just a little but it will become more a part of my running routine. I also complained and whined and cried and cursed to anybody who would listen. Mostly, I was complaining and whining and crying and cursing to the enemy that was ME!!

I am very hard on myself. I don't accept what I can do, but think of what I used to be able to do and yearn for that again. It ain't gonna happen. I am older thought not wiser. My body simply cannot do what it once did. Nor should I except it to.

The other day I took out all my old racing bibs and lovingly caressed them and I almost had an orgasm remembering.

Once upon a time way back in 1994 raw cool ran a half marathon in 1.43.44. What that means in laymen terms is:
Raw cool ran 13.1 miles in 7.55 min/mile!

Once upon a time way back in 0000 raw cool ran a 5 mile race in 36.22 What that means in laymen terms is:
Raw cool ran 5 miles in 7.16 min/mile!

Once upon a time way back in 0000 raw cool ran a 10K race in 45.13. What that means in laymen terms is:
Raw cool ran 6.2 miles in 7.17 min/mile!

Once upon a time way back in 0000 raw cool ran a 5K in 21.31. What that means in laymen terms is:
Raw cool ran 3.1 miles in 6.56 min/mile! WAIT WHAT???? Even I can't believe that one!

Did you all reach orgasm reading that?? YES? Then my job is done!

I am feeling many emotions right now. But the #1 emotion that is creeping through is

I AM THANKFUL AND I AM GRATEFUL!!

For what? You figure it out!!

My goal for the race is twofold. Of course #1 is to finish the thing. My #2 goal is to finish with a respectable time. Here's the thing: What is a respectable time? For me or for anyone trying to run a half marathon? It's within reach and just a bit faster. I won't mention the time that I want to cross the finish line in. You know, JINX and all.

It will be special to me no matter what. I have also decided that even if I do get picked for the NYC marathon, I will not run it this year. I will defer it until next year. 2010.

Since I broke my toe in January I have learned so much about stuff. SO FUCKING MUCH.

So, yes my enemy is ME! I have to work on that. Why have an enemy at all? I just want to enjoy running for the sheer bliss it gives to me. For the sheer love of the run. I have a lot to learn even though I am not a new runner. But, each run is new and special and wonderful. So each run makes me a new runner. A better runner. A smarter runner.

Wish me luck folks. You know that running easy is an oxymoron right?? BRING.IT.ON.BITCH!!!

"Beyond the very extreme of fatigue and distress, we may find amounts of ease and power we never dreamed ourselves to own, sources of strength never taxed at all because we never push through the obstruction."

William James, philosopher

"Tough times don't last but tough people do." - I am tough. So tough!

SHUT.IT.DOWN.MICHELLE

Live Long And Whatever....

So, Happy Memorial Day.

What did I do? Well, I asserted the very natural dorky nerd in me by viewing the film Star Trek. DOES.THAT.MAKE.ME.A.NERD???

You bet your ass it does. In a raw cool kinda amazing way.

It was fun.

But my mind was elsewhere. It was acutely aware of all my aches and pains and itchy blisters. My mind was acutely aware of time spinning out of control and that in 5 days I would be running some stupid half marathon that I've been talking about like forever!!

Still, though I enjoyed Star Trek. I am not nor will I ever be a "trekkie"
A trekkie, or trekker, describes avid fans of the Star Trek television franchises. If you call someone a trekkie, he or she may be offended and tell you that the correct term is trekker. There is significant dispute on this point. Some trekkers believe that a trekkie is someone so obsessed with the series that he has “no life,” while a trekker is simply a big fan.

Trekie
1. A fan of the series or movies " Star Trek ". Most often times discribed as an obsessive nerd. We are not all that geeky.

Me, an obsessive nerd?? Umm, NO!

I am just a regular NERD like the rest of you are. I do not obsess about things. RIGHT? DO I?? I don't.

So, yeah it was fun. Except for the man sitting next to me sucking down M&M's. I smelled them dude. It was like M&M perfume. You could have offered me a few, but ok I forgive you.

So, Happy Memorial Day!

What did you DO??

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The beautiful poetry .. beautiful comrade.

If you're really honest, Michelle, you have to admit that things today, in your most amazing life, at this most amazing time in history, are far better than they've ever, ever been.
Well done,
The Universe

Of course!!

SHUT.IT.DOWN.MICHELLE

The Pace Is The Trick...

Interpol - Pace Is The Trick
You can't hold it too tight
These matters of security
You don't have to be wound so tight
Smoking on the balcony
But it's like sleaze in the park
You women you have no self-control,
We angels remark outside
You are known for insatiable needs
I don't know a thing

I've seen love
And I follow the speed in the starlight
I've seen love
And I follow the speed in the starswept night

Yeah pace is the trick
And to all the destruction in man

Well I see you as you take your pride, my lioness
Your defences seem wise I cannot press
And attentions at demise, my lioness
Can't you hurt it some, think I hurt it

I've seen love and I follow the speed in the starlight
I've seen love
















I am going to be following the speed in the starlight tomorrow. The pace is the trick, you see. There is no other way.

Oh and I had a haircut today. Can you tell? My curly hair, if straight would be down half way my back. The curls keep it in check.

Happy Memorial Day to each and every single one of you. It should be a great one. The only thing I do not get is the unofficial start of summer complete with "air" quotes. What the fuck is that about? If its 80 degrees it is summertime dude!!

My energy level is up about 90%. I can't wait to get out on the road tomorrow and do my thing. 10 miles on the schedule. Awesomeness to follow.

When the external begins to define the internal, Michelle, instead of the internal defining the external, one begins living as a mortal rather than as a god.

Trust me, "god" is better.
Zing,
The Universe

In this life we cannot do great things. We can only do small things with great love.
Mother Teresa

SHUT.IT.DOWN.MICHELLE

Good Day...

Tally Hall - GOOD DAY
I'd like to say hello and welcome you good day that is my name
Come here and sit down I'm so glad you even really truly came
We can even go and take a walk or something like that or something like that
But first i need to introduce my what and introduce my when

Let us sing!

Its a name i like to call it likes to say it's nothing (it's nothing)
It lives and breathes and it insists that it insists that it is something (it's something)
It never liked to speak or run or walk or sleep or eat (oh-ee oh-ee oh)
It even thought that everybody tried to thought to take its seat
Looking through glass eyes
Giving a few tries
Nothing goes right in its time
Kill all its bad dreams
Wonder 'bout no things
Circles and spirals in mind

But we know that this song is not about a no or yes or why
What's really truly what i say is that about a little sigh
So come along i think I'm done i think we're done yes this is done
What's truly that i think about it and it thinks about a ton

I thought you knew i knew but
Why and by and why and by and by
I wanted you to know
I thought you knew but
Why and by and why

Let us sing!

Birds and bees and television
Cardboard houses, x-ray vision
Many little silly rhymes
Things forgotten lost their times
Telephones and silly games
Periods and lots of question marks

Let's SING! Let's talk American Idol. So, I didn't watch the entire season except in 5-10 second snippets as it was blaring in the background. Sure, I knew there was some guy named Adam who sang the fuck out of Mad World and made me love that song all over again. Sure, I knew about Kris because he seemed like an all-around good guy. But that was the extent of my American Idol knowledge this season. Oh and Danny Gokey. Cannot forget him. He was just plain hawt!!

















I'd take him home to mama any day wouldn't you?

So last nights American Idol season 8 finale started at 8pm ending at 10pm. I am thinking to myself, out loud of course, what the fuck are they going to do for 2 hours?? Will I even be awake at 10pm to hear them announcing the winner? So, I kinda thought I would just glance at the TV every so often and try to make it until the end.

Man, was I ever wrong. The show ROCKED. It kicked some serious ass. Kiss - Queen - Cyndi Lauper - The Black Eyed Peas - Fergie - Lionel Ritchie - Queen Latifah - Jason Mraz - Keith Urban - Carlos Santana - Steve Martin - Rod Stewart -

Over 100 million votes were cast (recording breaking). Thats cool but honestly I was not among the voters. Nor have I ever voted for anybody on all the 8 seasons of AI! There are some fanatics out there though. Kinda scary as if it's life or death for them. Fuck that, its a television show for goodness sakes.

If I got anything out of this season it is because Adam Lambert sang Mad World and I love that song so much. Could be the story of my life, sort of.

So it was an enjoyable evening of music and glee. So, I am gleeful today.

Running the past couple of days has been difficult. My speed is just not there. Just.Not.There. YET! But, it frustrates me to death. Why can't I just be satisfied to just run? Just enjoy it. I can't. That is a good topic for Liz Lemon don't you think? WWLLD?

This weekend I have a 10 miler on the schedule and then next week Brooklyn Half Marathon. Then after that REST for a bit. I have a 10K race the week after that I am thinking of bagging for now. My body is screaming at me lately to just STOP. But, I can't.

So, lets congratulate Kris Allen for winning that American Idol thing and thank goodness that we don't have to see it again until 2010. WOO!!


Michelle, you've literally been performing miracles your entire life.

Consciously, deliberately, and with calculated precision.
You get that from me,
The Universe

Most of the shadows in this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine
Emerson
(thank you Diane)

Abnormally Attracted To Sin..

Tori Amos - Abnormally Attracted To Sin

I'm a Tori fan, what can I say!

Yes, I am abnormally attracted to lots of things. Sin, is not one of them though. I mean if using the word "fuck" in a sentence or two is a sin, then I am a sinner. If not, than I am perfect!

I've been twittering a lot lately. It's kinda cool because I met a lot of runners from different states and not only are they runners, which makes them cool by default, but they are also really nice people. I sure could use a dose of nice people. I am not sure what attracts me to nice people. Anyway, twitter has afforded me that luxury.

But, running has afforded me the luxury of my dose of niceness. Runners are almost too nice. Too supportive. Too RAH RAH YOU ROCK! Your 3 second run was da bomb. Your a really really good runner!! WOO!!! And all that shit. I love it. I eat that up with my morning oatmeal.

"IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO LEAVE, THEN PLEASE DON'T PUSH ME!!"
Simple isn't it?

Anyway, there is this runner dude. His name is TED. It is hard to describe him. He is a really real runner. He loves it and it feeds his soul. He really needs to run to make his day and to make him sane. In a good way. He is giving and more giving. He is always there for me, NO.MATTER.WHAT! He spends countless hours helping me. He is always in this great mood and makes me laugh every single day. He has two beautiful daughters and a great wife. He is running the Vermont City Marathon this coming Sunday. AND 1 week later TED is coming to Brooklyn to run the Half Marathon with me. He is willing to do this because this is who he is. A runner and a friend. He is going to make sure I finish that fucking thing. He is sticking by my side for the entire race 1 week after running a marathon. I feel happy just to have TED in my world.

I simply cannot be around negativity. I can't. I don't want to. And I have the right to choose don't I? If I lose, I lose. But I would rather be alone and happy then all around the negative shit. It just won't fly in my world. At least right now it won't.

Summertime is here. It really makes me feel rejuvenated!

Life Password
The password that you use for every website, email account, facebook, twitter, everything. Having a 'life password' is not a good idea, but everyone does it.

But, thats not what Life Password means to me. To me, it means just fucking live life. You are given 1 password, use it wisely.













Does anybody want to share their passwords with me? I would but then I would have many more followers and lovers of raw cool and I just can't handle that right now! Yes, I am that stunning and hard to resist!!! I was called cute by somebody once. Well, a few times but yeah thats another story.

I am fascinated with you but I am having a hard time keeping up. My blog reading has really fallen by the wayside. My bad and I am sorry. I think of you all often and love you hard. ALL.OF.YOU!

Today's Run - 4 miles 41.48 Last mile 9.45.
Life is only a one lap race!

Shut.It.Down.Michelle

Fuck The Pain Away....

MISS PIGGY



Three Six Mafia Alice in Wonderland - Smokin on the Dro

It's a mood. My facebook status update:
Trying not to scream after hitting your pinky toe on the edge of the table is the true test of a person in control. I did not scream.

I have been told by many people that I talk too much. It's confusing to me because I don't see anything wrong with it, but apparently there is. Something wrong with it. I considered briefly to become a mute. Just don't speak. Or only speak certain times during the day. I don't know.

It sort of makes me laugh at how others react to me.

Sure, I care about what other's have to say and am truly interested to listen and be there for my homies, but should I cave in and become what other's expect me to be? No clue. I am who I am.

This is a serious issue in my life.

When I run, I get into a zone. I don't even trust myself to run where there are cars nearby. That's how deep the zone is. So, perhaps the zone of passiveness is something I need to strive for. The thing is, I have strong feelings about things and issues and stuff. How can I keep my mouth shut when I feel so passionately about things. I find that difficult.

Sometimes, I just really want to be left alone. Alone with my thoughts. My music. Myself. Just sometimes though. Over the last year I have learned so much. And so little.

Fuck the pain away. I know, i know. I'm sorry. It's just a video. It's Miss Piggy for goodness sakes. Just go with it. Or not. I don't mean to offend.

My run this evening was nice. My running buddy and I ran in Prospect Park. We set out to run 2 loops but those darn hills are killer. We made 1 loop and a bit of the 2nd loop. It's all good though. NO PAIN FOR ME. Even my blood blister cooperated tonight plus the weather was awesome.

My wish for you, Michelle, is that you succeed beyond your wildest imagination. That you find love in places that astound you. And that you have friends who call you "just because." I dream that you go barefoot more than you wear shoes. That you play as hard as you work. And that you laugh more than you cry. I want you to set the bar high, but not too high. To reach for the stars, but with your toes on the ground. And to never, ever stop dreaming. But most of all, Michelle, I wish for your happiness.
And these dreams of mine are what started it all.

Besos,
The Universe

Yeah right.
"Look, I'm not the one with the problem, okay? It's the world
that seems to have a problem with *me*! People take one look
at me and go Aargh! Help! Run! A big stupid ugly ogre! They
judge me before they even know me."

-- Shrek

Shut it down Michelle!!!

I Finally Found The Words...

Save the words They even talk to you!!! Thats a link there, click on it NOW!!!

Aporrhoea - A bodily emanation, body odour
Umm, Sometimes....I am a runner for goodness sakes PLUS its warm out. DUH!!!


I adopted that word. It is mine now. I will give it a good home and plenty to eat. I'm just saying.

I think we all need to save the words. It's really our civic duty. It's our duty folks. Our poop so to speak. Adopt a word if you can. Of course, If funds are low - then I suggest you wait. Don't just adopt willy nilly. The words deserve better.

I was lost this week. I think I found my way back.

1) Pound sign of affection between men (I have no idea what this even means)
2) Big little fucker girl always black cook (I am sure I saw cook, not co-k)
3) Limp bizkit gonna rip someones head off (Ok Limp bizkit, I get this one)
4) I'm shit (Am I - Are you?)
5) Vaginal tearing in missionary position (OUCH!!!!)
6) Cool orgasms (Yeah, now your talking)
7) Come on get higher what does it mean? (If you have to ask???)
8) Drive me baby, i'm the shit, i'm the shit (I am not, I am not!!)
9) Got a chainsaw gonna rip your ass raw (PLEASE NO!!!)
10) Michelle needs food (TRUE - TRUE - TRUE)
11) Raw models peeing (I SWEAR)

Ok, I am truly troubled right now. I clicked on trusty google analytics - then I clicked on keywords. Then I looked. Now I am troubled. Up above is 10 keywords that jumped out at me. Oh, there are many many more but WTF??

When somebody types into google I'm shit they then see my blog. I am troubled. Now I wonder if I should change the name of my blog from RAW COOL to something like Mary had a little lamb. Nice and benign and innocent sounding.

Yeah, right. If I did that:
1) Mary having a cool orgasm
2) Mary needs food
3) Mary is shit
4) Did Mary tear her vaginal opening in missionary position?
5) Mary and the chainsaw
6) Mary the big little fucker girlie
7) Drive Mary she is the shit
8) Is Mary getting higher and what does that even mean?
9) Mary the raw model peeing.
10) Mary had a little lamb???

It is pretty disturbing to see what people search for on google. It's not like I would ever even do that!! I search important things like:
1) Can I run with a fractured toe and shin?
2) Does this shirt make my ass look fat?
3) Does peanut butter go with a salad?
4) Do I smell?
5) Am I as stunning as I know I am?
6) Can I run naked in the summertime?
7) Am I a dork if I like to watch American Idol?
8) Will I develop acne from too much twittering?
9) Can I run while eating a pizza?
10) WWLLD?

Ok, then.































In my friends words; An enchanted forest in the middle of the city. Can you guess where those photos were taken?


Sometimes, the only thing you know for certain is what you don't want. Yet often, Michelle, that's enough to go on.
10-4 Good buddy,
The Universe

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.
Aristotle

10-4 my good buddies!!!!

Here's the 10-5 good buddies:
My TOE is practically healed. When I say practically I mean almost. Not quite 100% and probably never will be. Thats cool by me.
My SHIN: There is thickening of the shin bone. Very common in runners, my doctor said. I asked him straight out:
Doc can I run the half marathon. I won't tell you what he answered. Just know this. I will be running Brooklyn Half Marathon in 2 weeks. I am working on a plan to heal up my shin splints.

That is all. shut it down!