SoC #15
April 21st, 2009
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- My abs don’t hurt
- a woman was hogging the machine today so I skipped it
- trying to adhere to the 10 minute workout
- I tried to not seem so righteous as I moved from machine to machine
- as others talked more than worked out
- but still I can understand fully how some people say they work and work at the gym and yet nothing helps…
- as they talk and socialize more than actually do anything on the machines
- 8-12 sets and I’m out of there
- its not really a 10 minute workout with the waiting and changing plates but its a goal
- and sometimes I almost hit it
- which reminds me about continuing to refine that quick, body-weight workout I can do anywhere
- that borrows from yoga, pilates, calistenics, aerobics, martial arts, and plyometrics
- somewhat like a sun salutation on steroids, that is
- figuratively speaking, or of anaerobic muscle building routines, not anabolic chemicals
- that thunder was awesome earlier and it reminded me
- of the day and night when I became a father
- the natural pyrotechnics were out in full force that day
- as they drummed in the arrival of my number one
- the days I realized that I gladly did things with and for her was the day I became a Dad
- and it amazes me how I re-learned how to draw at the appropriate time
- and the many bedtime stories that flowed out of me over the years
- how I miss them, the telling, the sharing and the ritual
- now I wonder what next phase awaits me what
- metamorphosis will become me around the next corner?
- I sense a change in the wind not just a seasonal shift
- but a multi-year tectonic rearrangement of sorts
- that hasn’t defined itself so it lies in waiting ready to reveal
- its splendors hopefully without too much fanfare and chaos
- that rain today and tomorrow and the next will challenge and perplex many
- just like the two men that couldn’t resolve their issues without some pushing and shouting on the subway car I was in today
- it felt rather crowded and sardine-like then the altercation caused
- about 150 people to squeeze into our space quickly as there were shouts of
- “what are you reaching into your bag for?” but
- just as quickly as it started, it ended
- and the ride continued
- its hard to tell whether such events are more frequent with the economic challenges
- and the news seems to have an element of interconnectedness more and more as
- that craiglist killer’s victim lived not that far from me
- and I wonder if our paths crossed literally on my way to running nirvana and
- I simply wasn’t present to notice her fully
- guess the details of that incident will reveal itself as it has the makings of newsworthiness
- weaning myself off the evil bean and my memory seems better as I remember to whittle off
- some to-do list items near the places to do them
- like pick up flax seed oil at that organic place midtown
- and I discover that its a peculiar taste as I used to swallow it in pill form
- and now I just use a spoon and a grimace
- I have tried to read a book almost every week for many months (years?) now
- but it dawns on me that I don’t read enough fiction or just plain pleasurable reading which
- ironically could help me in my other more ‘serious’ endeavors
- much like the concept of running less running faster
- or giving the brain a chance to rest, recover, and think about other things for a while
- and strangely it comes from a line from a movie where he says
- “its like junk food”
- but as you who know me well, I couldn’t come up with the title right now
- … but it starred that guy who played James Bond.
