The 2018 Games have begun. I have already participated in a 6:oo am WOD and plan on going back at 5:oo pm. I really liked the work out this morning. Lots of good stretches and then the “Hot Sauce”; rowing, burpees and overhead squats. It had me breathing hard, but it didn’t put me down. Continue reading “Crossfit Crazy”
“We were not a hugging people. In terms of emotional comfort, it was our belief, that no amount of physical contact could match the healing powers, of a well made cocktail.” David Sedaris
Following a death, engulfed in grief, people can take on the energy, of an out-of- control fire, behaving erratically and moving in a direction, that creates a veering and unpredictable path. They search for a target to blow their vaporous, hot air of anger. They want to hurt someone. Modern day mourners zero in on their quarry and begin to hurl their bombs. Hate filled words are the ammunition and cell phones are their technological armory. Continue reading “Blocked and Deleted/Yet Another Battle in a War I Thought Was Over”
We had visitors today at our Box; two families of athletes from Sherwood, Arkansa. One couple were the owners, of Sherwood Crossfit. They were impressive athletes and I could not help but be inspired.
My talk with Jon, after the class, stirred the caldron, of my two continuous conflicting thoughts, that seem to persist, in my pursuit of excellence. One, keep at it, and I will get stronger. Push, but don’t over do it. And the second is a nagging, feeling that I can do way more.
I find my peace, (where there is none) somewhere in between.
Crossfit is world class.
I took the words of Greg Glassman from the website page of the Sherwood CrossFit page, sherwoodcrossfit.com.
They are the recipe.
Can I get healthier? Yes.
Can I get stronger? Yes.
Can I get younger? No.
Does it matter? No.
Am I world class? ~
I am creating my personal retreat.
When you have bad habits, you do something to create a change.
It can be done.
The clash is the cost of the comfort.
I wake up. I thank God for a new day. I place my stainless steel kettle, on my cast iron, double burner, preparing water for tea. My kitchen window is a frame for a hibiscus hedge. They create a view of lush green leaves and red flowers. It could be worse. It’s no longer the meadow, where I watched horses and foal wander aimlessly, grazing. They were pieces, of my picturesque puzzle, of Costa Rica. From the pioneer days. A time when no one wanted to be in Potrero. They called our pueblo, the Bronx. Some, simply have no vision. Continue reading “Culture Crack Up/Comfort”
It’s the morning. I have to get up and get my tea.
I have already spent to much time on Facebook. I don’t understand why I even bother. It gives me a boring home feed. Maybe, that’s because I have my age listed as 105. That’s as old as they will allow. It’s none of their business how old I am.
I will be off to Crossfit. I wouldn’t miss it.
Then I take a trip to San Jose. Or at least, that’s what it says on my calendar.
What day is it?
Having just watched a fifty three minutes episode about the brain of Einstein, I am in a time warp. Space moves around mass, distorting acceleration. The universe is expanding. And I’m just laying around in my bathrobe watching my smart TV.
I did my Crossfit Class at six o’clock. I quickly, donkey kicked myself into a handstand.
I went and surfed. I took my time and waited for the waves to slow down.
Now I know that the universe is responding to my movement. I thought it was the other way around.
Time stands still while you surf, and then it takes an hour to drive home.
A second movie which lasted seventy four minutes was about magic and miracles. It was all done in a timely manner by a man that talked rapidly.
I heard myself repeating his words in slow motion, not simultaneously.
I could feel the hands of time and the waves of motion.
My bathrobe is aging at a separate time from myself, as viewed by my Smart TV.
They are light years apart.
And my grandmother, watched the Edge of Night, as The World Turned.
Time after time.