Seth Demoor is BACK baby

He has a habit of making statements he doesn't believe in, as though he is trying to convince himself by convincing others.

Just dropped in to agree with this. Struggling with it right now and it sucks. Been going to PT and staying on top of rehab every day for a couple months now and it's still there. Hard to believe he took one week off and did a few gym sessions and now is cured.

He was cured the seconds after Killian crossed the finish line at Zegama.

Miracles happen.

I've been sitting on a cushion basically shaped like a toilet seat for a year now because of PHT. Any little trick that brings relief you latch onto. It's pernicious! I'm grateful even though I forgot what running without pain can feel like, that I can run at all, mostly flat, mostly slow. Been a long road to healing that's for sure!!

In your mind the only possible answer for the body language is that the kid must wear a size 11. It couldn't be because he doesn't like to be filmed. It couldn't be because some people feel awkward being given gifts. It couldn't be because maybe he doesn't actually run. Or maybe he's a size 8. Nope, that body language is definitive proof that he's a size 11. You're not the brightest bulb, are you?

I never said he's a size 11 so what are you talking about. All I'm saying is the interaction was suspect and it doesn't look like Seth bought kid a pair of shoes in his size.

The most likely thing that happened is Seth received a pair of Nexty 10's for free because of his Youtube shoe review thing and he recycled that into a gift for his nephew or whatever. The interaction makes it look like the kid is not quite a 10 but maybe around that size. Seth is literally saying "This is a 10... hope it works"

If you were the brightest bulb you would have picked up on any of this... man

Point is, Seth wants to virtue signal to Youtube that he's this great guy for gifting his nephew a brand new pair of Nexty's, when in reality they're just a free pair he has laying around in his Shoedio and it doesnt even look like the right size for the kid lmao

A propos being a "devout Catholic" and the right way of gift giving:

"Beware of practicing your righteousness before other people in
order to be seen by them, for then you will have no reward from your
Father who is in heaven. Thus, when you give to the needy, sound no
trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the
streets, that they may be praised by others. Truly, I say to you, they
have received their reward. But when you give to the needy, do not let
your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving
may be in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will reward you."

Matthew 6:1-4

I am 100% on board with how lame and awful that entire scene was - including that it was painful that he was giving a kid a birthday gift which was just some free stuff he'd gotten. I can't imagine making a huge scene by giving away some free stuff you'd been given, with the point to make yourself the center out of attention at someone else's birthday. It was just ugly ugly stuff. Anyway, I am sorry for being insulting to you, it wasn't necessary, I think being tricked into watching a Seth video just had me in a bad mood. I expect more from me than to watch a Seth video and insult someone I don't know. My sincere apologies.

Seth is cruisin for a bruisin and his luck is gonna run out soon

Does he have a license for the snake he keeps in his shorts though?

I think it was the year he set the record at Sierre-Zinal a couple of weeks earlier. Obviously he's not going to be 100% fresh. The altitude does make a big difference at PP. If the temperature is too hot/cold or the ground too wet or too dry, no record is being broken. Air pressure plays a big factor and it's impossible to compare year to year. but let's not be silly, Seth is never beating Kilian in a mountain marathon head to head, let alone breaking record at the classics. Zegama is an expensive trip for an unsponsored american and a top 10 finish is not guaranteed for Seth. No way he podiums. Manuel Merillas came 3rd under the previous record and he's a skyrunning/trail world champion and has the record for mont blanc...

Lmfao, 140+ posts of SJD being absolutely devastated. Letsrun doing what it does best!

Yes indeed. Providing the running community with common sense opinions to make all of us better runners. I am sure SJD appreciates the feedback.

What would you do?

It was a tough training cycle. You put in some of your best ever training. You show up in Colorado well rested, ready to race. Your mind and body are prepared. You are confident. You take off from the gun, and instantly develop a commanding lead. Up the single track trail you go, prancing lightly. You have never felt this great before in a race. The trail starts to steepen, you start to power hike.

And there he is. Sunglasses that seem to wrap around his entire head. The most out of style shorts you've ever seen. He's got a camera on a gimble, and is backing up the incline as you hike. He starts shouting, "C'MON NOW! KEEP IT UP! PUSH THROUGH! SKIIERS LEGS!" You smell nothing but eggs on his breath - my god - it smells like the man is made of eggs. The savage man won't leave you alone. He trails you for a minute, then two. The incessant yelling doesn't stop. "AWW YEAH! DGR STRONG BABY! WOO! GREAT WORK! LOOKING GOOD, LOOKING GOOD. YOU'RE CRUSHING IT! C'MON NOW, LOOKIN STRONG! MAKE SURE TO SAVE SOME FOR THE WAY DOWN, HAHA! UP YOU GO, UP YOU GO!"

I'm just waiting for the drone death ray device. SJD's drone gets anywhere near me, it's going down harder than a Ding-Dong in that spacious kitchen once his better half shows up.

He smells like eggs. You breathe in. Eggs, but not any eggs. The good kind. You smile. You like eggs too. Then, the belief that this small man, small but also larger than life itself, he somehow knows, just by the colour, which eggs are superior. That thought enters your mind and lodges itself there. Consuming you. Your are obsessed with the thought that damn, this man knows eggs. But before long, you are broken from this trance by the scent of something else. Chia? Hazelnut? No. Something else. It’s barely there though. The slightest trace exists, lingering. You zone in. It’s almonds. But. BUT! No more than three. You laugh to yourself. Yes, of course only three. This man, this guy screaming at you from behind, he isn’t greedy. Three almonds and he’s done. Disciplined. Also cacao. One squares worth of cacao. You come to the only conclusion that exists. That this man knows portion control…

Great stuff.

How was your race last weekend?

Coffee.