Core Couplets

Another day at the races ~

I have been watching the Crossfit Games. OMG. It’s hard to figure out what’s going on. I enjoy watching the strongest, but I have a special interest in two other groups, as well.

The over sixty women, for the obvious reason. I can watch and see the sort of workouts that will be thrown at me in the open. They didn’t jump on the Box! They scale the muscle ups. Knowledge is power. Continue reading “Core Couplets”

Crossfit Crazy

I can’t help myself.

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”

Culture Crack Up/Comfort

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 can get away from you…

Time – that is

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?

Who cares?

5 Twenty

It’s all relative.

To time.

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.