Tuesday, May 27, 2014

StFX Beer Mile 2014

Question: Why have you not been posting on your blog as often as you used to, Scott?

Answer: I don't know.


Another Answer: I don't like writing as much as I used to, I only like to post videos that I make.

Another Question: So why don't you make videos?


Lots of love,

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

How To Build Mental Muscle

I've been pondering a lot of things recently. Why is the sky blue? Nitrogen. How big is the universe? Very big. What am I going to make for lunch later? PB&J. Is Miley a good role model? Maybe.

The second biggest question of all, though, was "When am I gonna write a new blog post?" It wasn't until one of my many many fans commented on my beer mile post telling me to get my butt in action that I decided to get 'er going again. Anything for my friends.

The biggest question of all has been swirling around in my mind for months and I still have no idea how to comprehend the answer to it. It could possibly be one of the most important findings in the history of running or, on the other hand, could just be a bunch of balogna sandwiches covered in mustard.

Is running all mental?

I have a poster in my room back in Ottawa that says: "Running Is 90 Percent Mental... And 10 Percent Crazy". Most people focus on the second half of the quote because it portrays a sense of humour, but I see that poster and look at the first half of the sentence because something there stands out. Running is 90 percent mental.

I read an article yesterday by a journalist named Alex Hutchinson. He dives right into this topic, explaining how researchers believe that the brain has as much an impact on performance as the heart, legs, lungs, or any other part of the body. Upon meeting physiologist Tim Noakes, author of The Lore of Running and big believer of this idea, Hutchinson decided that he wanted to be involved with some of the brain experiments that Noakes and many other researchers have been testing...

Here's a paragraph from the article that may entice a lot of you runners.

"Consider this: If I put a brick on my car's gas pedal and point it down some empty desert highway, the car will keep going until it runs out of gas, blows a tire, or boils its radiator dry. For most of the 20th century, physiologists figured that marathoners operate on similar principles: You go until your muscles run out of glycogen or your legs fail or you get too dehydrated to continue—and then you sputter to a halt. But in the real world, very few marathoners actually reach that breakdown point. Sure, you're tired when you reach the finish line, but you can still hobble to the bagel table. That's because there's a driver in the car, monitoring the warning lights, adjusting pace, and controlling all the components. Noakes's argument was that marathoners have brains, and use them constantly to make sure the body never comes to a dead stop."

Here's the whole article if you're interested. Quite the read!

Happy hump day.

Monday, April 15, 2013

4 Gruesome Laps

Drink a beer.

Run 400 meters.

Drink a beer.

Run 400 meters.

Drink a beer.

Run 400 meters.

Drink a beer.

Run 400 meters.

That's pretty simple. What's the challenge? I do both of those things on a daily basis, what could possibly go wrong? I'm kidding, mom. I don't run every day.

The beer mile is a well-known event run worldwide by even some of the most elite athletes we see on TV. Nick Symmonds, Olympic runner in the 800m, is infamous for his attempt at the beer mile world record last year ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZyTTG2DFZok ), so the boys and girls from Antigonish decided to put on a little show instead of going home to their families on Easter weekend.

I decided to strap a GoPro to my chest during the event and my fellow teammate, Will Forsey, agreed to film on the sidelines, with Zach MacDonald volunteering as colour commentary.

Despite the title, this was in no way associated with St. FX University, but most of the participants have heard of the school.

Here's what I managed to put together with the footage.


Tuesday, February 26, 2013

AUS Track and Field Championships

Oh what a wonderful weekend it was! The Sens beat the Leafs and our St. FX X-Men and X-Women won just about every event on the track that I can think of.

As I took my 4th consecutive week off due to an ankle injury I decided that this was a great moment to film some of the boys and girls in their last race of the season.

Then of course I made a video. Enjoy!


Tuesday, December 25, 2012

So Unbelievably White

Christmas just got a little whiter..
Also this:
Thank you for sparking a little more whiteness and beauty in our lives.

From the staff here at Mileage Kings,
Merry Christmas to all.
Adrien & Scott

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Letter to Santa

If you were thinking of sending Santa a letter this year I've put to together a tutorial on how to write the bestest one.

- scott

Friday, December 7, 2012


Date: December 7, 2012
Time: 5:37pm
Attire: Mizuno running shoes, brother's socks, black tights, red shorts, t-shirt, long sleeve shirt, jacket, watch, toque, gloves

The cold wind struck our faces and covered our bodies like a cloud of fog blanketing the lake at your cottage on an early Saturday morning. The night had already risen and daytime wasn't to be seen for another 13 hours, at least.

If you don't go to St FX then you wouldn't know about Liquor Lane, the 700 meter stretch of rubble leading from campus to the Nova Scotia Liquor Corporation. The path is used on the daily by students all across campus in search of thirst quenchers, and today it became the first 3 and a half minutes of our run. Yet, Liquor Lane crosses right through the middle of our school's cross country course.

"Yo wanna run through the course?"
"Let's do it."

But it wasn't just "running through the course". It was running through a dark-filled forest. Picture turning off all of the lights in your room, throwing the blanket over your head, and closing your eyes. That's how I remember this run.

Oh did I mention it was just 2 of us?

Riley and I had to hold hands the whole way.

As we entered the forest, hand-in-hand, our eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the darkness of the path. Step by step we ran, just waiting for something to jump out and attack us..

I let out a holler, "AH!"
Riley let out a girly holler as he squeezed my hand tighter, "AHHH!!!"
"Just a puddle," I said.

It was only a puddle but I was there for him.
And that's what friends are for.
Here's a song.

lol bye