Photo: Hoka One One, Jason Hatfield
My most trusted resource, Wikipedia, defines the term “Go for broke” (a Hawaiian phrase originating from a World War II Japanese-American military unit) as “to wager everything”. When you wager everything, the potential reward is huge. You are totally committed, willing to lose it all in order to walk away the big winner.
I’m writing this from a position that many of you are probably familiar with. It’s 6am and I know that I probably had literally one too many last night. I didn’t get hammered, I didn’t wake up worshipping the porcelain princess with marker tattoos on my face; I just have that lingering feeling that I shouldn’t of had that last drink and now I regret it. For me, I was at the neighbor’s house tasting his latest home brew: a particularly interesting 12-13% ABV Russian imperial stout was probably the culprit.
In my last post I made the comment that Galen Rupp would get his ass handed to him by Kilian at Sierre-Zinal. I received some push-back on that, which actually, out of all my claims in that post, the assertion that Kilian would win in a head to head against Galen on a mountain course – in my mind – was one of my most iron-clad. So iron-clad that I feel the need to write a follow up to explain why it’s pretty silly to argue any differently.
Photo: Gerard Reyes