It's been awhile. And we've done a lot. Here's a peek:




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Photo source: socalhiker.net

My next trip to Southern California, I'm hiking to this.



My Daily Workout Reminder:
Warm-up: 3x or 5:00
Max strict pull-ups => 400-meter run => Max strict pull-ups => 200-meter run
 
WOD: 4 x 4:00 AMRAPs, rest 2:00
8 push-ups
12 squats
15 double-unders

Source: CrossFit Kids

Teach this...

Good Day

I had the privilege of taking my oldest on a “date day” today. We started out with a few games of bowling, complete with some tasty bowling alley pizza. We found ourselves at Barnes and Noble at the local mega-consumer-plex-market-mall-thingy, where E read books for about an hour. We perused the outdoor mall area until we found ourselves at Coldstone Creamery for some delicious sorbet. It was a good afternoon/evening with my boy. Life is good.

Thought of the Day

Why is it certain people find sanctuary in "States' Rights" when it comes to assisted suicide, legalization of pot, homosexual marriage, and the like (all of which are perfectly fine and should be left to the states anyway, or better yet, none of the government's business-federal, state, county or otherwise) in asserting their ideas about the way in which they want to live, and yet, when it comes to issues such as abortion, gun laws, affirmative action and, now, health care (again, none of which should be within the governments' purview), any mention of "States' Rights," or the 10th Amendment is automatically and vociferously met with cries of a return to Jim Crow laws and segregation?

Can't we agree that far less government intrusion in every aspect of our lives is a good thing? Can't we just be left to live our lives as we see fit, without governments and religions telling us they know better than we do the rules by which we should be living ?

Thoughts of Days

I haven't posted one word in two years. The reason for this is two-part: 1) I'm rarely near a computer when I have the impetus to write, or a flash of (less than) genius that I wish to share with the vast number of visitors and readers of this, my literary opus; 2) If I do find myself near a computer when such stirrings occur, I immediately envision, knowing myself, several hours of self-editing and self-critique, rather than just letting ideas flow freely, as was always recommended in any writing/composition course I attended, and of course many a writing how-to text.

So, to hell with it. Rather than force myself to write several-paragraph entries, which results in whole months and years between submissions, I shall simply sputter (hopefully) more frequent, and admittedly less introspective, provocative and, dare I say, galvanic (I dare) posts, which I will likely present in a "Thought of the day" format. This is surely my faineant nature manifesting itself, and alas, I don't care.

I continually tell those who will listen how much I love to write, and yet I find myself not writing for the pettiest of reasons. A paragraph or two, a sentence or two a day, just to work out the kinks of a long dormant craft. We shall see.

I Didn't Go Into The Light

I had a near-death experience today. And by that, I really mean on at least four occasions this morning, I was mentally kicking my own a$$ for not having life insurance and a will. And I was only thinking of those things when I wasn't combat breathing, trying to slow my heart rate to under 250 and making my eyesight come back to normal. I know I tasted blood, but since I'm certain all of the blood in my body was quickly moving toward my brain and vital organs, I knew that couldn't have been true.

The reason I was on death's door was because I voluntarily went for a "bike ride" with Rick, the husband of Heather's mom's club friend Christine. Rick, for the record, used to race BMX bikes and race mountain bikes. Why would a novice like myself jump on my bike and try to keep up with Rick in the unforgiving Arizona desert? Because Rick, like myself, is a dad who has allowed physical fitness fall by the wayside. And Rick, like myself, appears to not be in tip-top shape. I'm not bagging on anybody, but the truth is, parenthood sucks a lot out of a person, not the least of which is the motivation to keep oneself in peak physical condition. I'm not speaking for all parents, but you know the ones I'm talking about when you see them; and I am one of them. And I thought Rick was, too.

But the main reason I went to ride with Rick was because Rick told me he was "out of shape," and he didn't think he was anywhere near the condition he used to be in when he was riding competitively. I guess the biggest lessons I learned this morning, aside from the value of a good term life insurance policy, were these: 1) The term "out of shape" means different things to different people and, 2) Never judge a book by its cover. That second one is a cliche, of course, but damn if it isn't really good advice.

Here's how I know. Poor Rick, who I'm not sure took me seriously when I told him, "Yeah, I'm really out of shape, too," but now knows that I am a man of my word, had to stop and wait for me at least four times on a relatively short ride of about five miles (for the record, it felt like 4.5 miles uphill and .5 downhill). After about a mile, I was out of gas. And I knew Rick knew I was out of gas, but he was gracious enough to patiently chit chat with me (I wasn't very responsive, because air has to actually move out of the lungs through the voice box to speak; I nodded a lot) while I recovered.

Rick, who did not appear to be out of breath the entire ride, sat astride his bike and lightly chatted about life in general, while I had to dismount to keep from falling over, sit my tired butt on the trail and put my head between my knees to keep from losing consciousness. It was probably the closest one can be to having a heart attack without actually having one. It sucked, and I'm assuming actually having a heart attack sucks much worse. So, God, if you're listening, when my time is up, just do it with a bolt of lightning or spontaneous combustion, or something quick and unexpected like that. Thanks for listening.

Note: Rick, if you are reading this, no worries, bro, I'll gladly do it again next week when I can feel my legs again and my lungs are no longer having spasms. Just remind me to turn on my GPS this time, so you call in the helicopter ambulance directly to the spot where I am lying on my back and convulsing. Good times.