Run with the Big Dogs

1.)  Clean your diet out completely for 28 days!

-no sugar, dairy, processed food.

I’ve got a jump on this one. However, I was beginning to slip, with my passion, for chocolate covered almonds.

2.)  Workout with intention

Many of my workouts have been commandeered, by the voice in my head, that tells me, to just make sure I can finish. I go, but I know I can do more!

These are the beginning instructions for a 28 day-challenge, at the 32034 Crossfit Box.

We are divided into teams. Every time we do team work and people are relying on me, I work twice as hard.

Even though I’m 25 years older, than the average athlete, I don’t feel an ounce of discrimination.

I can do this!

I have people to crush! (Which translates to, I want to be as strong as I can, and do as well as I can, in next year’s opens.)


And in the meantime, I’m still editing a wedding, noodling on my guitar, interacting with my loved ones, seeing my chiropractor and getting massages.

I feel good – move along lil’ doggies, move along.

Erin

Erin Ridell Carter – My Coach

photo credit – Luke Carter

What We Do

with the time given to us

My PirateThis is my favorite remnant, of the recent four day festival, here on the island. I worked it up on Pixelmatr in between walks downtown. This pirate, Slappy, is a colorful character and part of the band, that roam the streets here, every first week-end in May.

Amelia Island is at the most northern point, of the Florida coastline. Across the St. Mary’s River lies Georgia. The river provided a perfect haven for the looting, drinking, scavengers of the ocean. It’s deep water provided access and security. It was a perfect hideout; and overlooked, by most. Only adventurers, found their feet, on the hidden trails and underbrush of Fernandina Beach. Continue reading “What We Do”

Dreams and Deeds

It’s 4:30. I hear the rain outside. I take a deep breath.

The moment is refreshing.

The tin roof, of my small, house in the hood, accentuates the sound of the drops. The wind will gust, from time to time. I don’t have to be outside to see it. The trees, in this area, are majestic and what brought me here, to my home in the hood. I don’t know their names, but I know them, personally; their colors, their barks, their moss. Continue reading “Dreams and Deeds”

Driftwood

IMG_5829the name of our local surf shop

The ocean holds treasures, as well as dangers. We who live on the island, all know that. Hurricane Irma is  projected, three days away from us.

I have decided to not leave. It’s not because I am cavalier and don’t believe that the force of the wind and water, can be life threatening, but so is the evacuation.

I had to make a choice.

Florida is over populated.

I think of all of the people who have lived here, from the time of the Timuquans. What did they do?

Shifting Sand

21314817_10213838344654386_7905994665342822292_nThe islanders are preparing, in their individual fashions, for the imminent threat of Hurricane Irma.

I have been avoiding the media.

I have gathered camp type food and equipment. I need to make sure I have a deck of cards.

The authorities will surely call for an evacuation.

Having lived in  Florida all of my life, I find each hurricane experience to be different.

I delight in the writings of Carl Haissen, having read almost everything he’s every written. A one time journalist for the Miami Herald, he really has a bead on Florida existence.

Hiaasen’s openings hit you like the first blast of hot, sticky air on a Florida morning. They knock you sideways, and it can take a while to get your bearings. Pretty soon, though, you start to realize that the heat, and the craziness it induces, just ­aren’t going to let up, so you might as well go with it.

Like the ocean floor is constant shifting sand, so are these hours preceding the storm.

so you might as well go with it