I’ve never lived closer to danger, but I’ve never felt safer.
March 16, 2011 Leave a comment
Well, its that time of year again. The sun is shining, its warming up, the grass……and beer are turning green, and two senior members of my staff will mysteriously be “sick” for the remainder of the week. In case you hadn’t noticed, it is march. Mid-March to be exact. Tomorrow we’ll celebrate St. Patty the usual way….by drinking ourselves into an old fashioned Irish stupor, slapping our women, and falling asleep in our own bodily fluids.
March 15, 2011 1 Comment
First of all….I hate television. I can’t think of anything productive from even owning one and when I use my own I am aware that I’ve essentially lost a small battle in the constant war against becoming more stereo typically American. I admit that while traveling abroad I have been embarrassed to appear too “American” to the natives in whatever place I visited. I’m not ashamed of my country as a whole, our world leaders, or our history……I am ashamed of our people. With each passing year we are getting fatter, lazier, and incredibly dumber. I don’t know what came first the chicken (in this case the dumbing down of our nation) or the egg (the increasingly widening asses of my fellow Americans).
Does it matter which came first if they both suck?
Either way I think they go hand in hand. The dumber we allow ourselves to become, either by spending 100x more on defense than education or replacing things like learning with American Idol, simply wreaks havoc on our quality of life by forcing us to depend solely on a handful of practitioners to make every important decision about our bodies. The next time one of my elders tells me “I was just fine until I went to the doctor”, I am going to poke my temple with a fire poker. Yes, we are that fucking stupid that we allow this to happen to ourselves and simply expect the medications to fix it to not only be affordable but provided at no cost to us as consumers. This stupidity contributes to the expansion of our hind sides and general decline in health which forces most of our sub-human com-padres to solely sit on their asses and turn on the idiot box or some other form of life wasting activity.
As for the egg in the scenario, it isn’t innocent by any stretch. I’ll admit that it is very entertaining, however many of us watch it while doing things that are simply terrible for our health and well-being. It is all too common for us to shove food in our faces while sitting on our asses and watching television. Something should click at one point that this activity just isn’t healthy. The more time we sit in front of the shit box the worse we get. Not only is it addicting, watchers get more out of shape and less likely to actually get up and move.
March 14, 2011 2 Comments
You maybe be thinking why or what do you do now.
February 13, 2011 2 Comments
Keeping the details short: two men, brothers not from blood but from bond have a falling out and lose track of each other. Well, time goes by fast and without any communication … 8+ years go by. Neither have forgotten about the other but no attempt from either side to reform the bond is made. Then, through a mutual close friend the brothers reconnect and small chatter starts going back and forth.
Shortly after the small chattering between the brothers, I start going through a major crossroad in my life and I discover my new-found love of working out and training. At first I was just moving, not sure how I was training or what I was training for. BUT one day while sitting in a sauna reading Austin Fit Magazine, I saw a full-page ad for the Warrior Dash (Forney). This ad reached out to me somehow and I had to get home and find out more about the event. First, I had never heard of such an event much less attempted anything like it. I knew I had to do it but I needed someone to run it with me; share the pain. From everyone I knew, there was only one person who I knew was crazy enough to do it with me at the time, my brother. Well, after looking into it more I reached out to him and asked if he would want to do the event. I was not going to take no for an answer and had a game plan on getting him to run the Dash with me. If he had any second thoughts I would promise to run the course in a Kilt, but I think that was just an excuse for me to get a Kilt. Well, I played my Kilt card too quickly cause he was going to say yes but I threw it out and I was a man of my word and ordered my Kilt and ran the event in it.
The event was a few hours away so this was a whole weekend trip, where his wife, niece, and I will say our dad all went. This was the first and longest time we’d shared together since the reconnection and it was great. But through the training (at this time just solo training), mental prep, and excitement that we each endured, we started to rebuild more than the connection, we were reforming our brotherhood bond. The run itself, again, was the first muddy run I ever ran so I was not sure what to expect. Before the fire shot into the air to start our heat I was nervous, scared, excited and many other words to describe my feelings, but I knew it was going to be ok: I had my brother next to me. Well, as he would tell you, he was next to me for a short amount of time cause once I felt the heat from the fire I shot out of the starting line like a mad man and took off. After the 3 miles of mud and obstacles I finished with, I am sure, one of the biggest smiles I’ve ever had and waited at the finish line for my brother. I am sure he had a smile but it was hard to see from the amount of mud he was covered in from head to toe. When it was over, we all as a group hung out at the event surrounded by 8000-10,000 like-minded people listening to music, drinking beers, covered in mud and just loving life.
December 29, 2010 1 Comment
So I went and did a BodPod test to get a more accurate body fat% compared to the handheld device I been using. Well my handheld device ranges between 15-16% on most days, so I was expecting something around that. But what I got was something completely different, something I was not ready for.
My results:
Body Fat: 25%
Fat Pounds: 39lbs
Lean Mass: 116lbs
Like I said I was not ready for a 25% body fat reading. MY first thought was when I was a lot heavier what was my true body fat%. My next thought was that I am completely mad at myself and need to get even more serious about things. I am going to amp up the intensity and manage my diet to a higher level than before because 25% will not do.
Trying to find the good from this, I am more motivated than I have been for a while to get this number dropped. I am going to try and avoid using the handheld device I have and I will return to the BodPod in 4-6 weeks. The only means of tracking I am going to use is tradition tape measure and scale. If the weight is not changing and the inches are showing gains or loss then back to the drawing board.
