Surprise Mothe*%^*&!

Day 2.

What surprised you this year?

A year is a long time. I could probably pick out how many things surprise me daily, everyday is surprising if you really pay attention. As I racked my brain though, for a moment that really surprised me I kept coming up with moments where I lost my “cool” and couldn’t really hold in my emotions. I won’t go into much detail as there are too many for this particular post. Some regarding my children, even some long forgotten arguments with the curly one. Still none really made me feel the way remembering a very SURPRISINGLY emotional moment I felt so far from home.

I’d been running for about 12 miles. Now yes, that’s a lot of miles but it wasn’t the distance that got the best of me. Despite the less than stellar build up I had adjusted the pace to simply complete the race and take it all in. After all I didn’t travel to the other side of the country to fail. Yet it hit me like a ton of bricks. Talk about surprise. I read the first name and along with it a picture of two beautiful children smiling on what I can only guess is their Daddy’s lap. Then another picture and another. All different ranks, and along with the names the date they bid this world good bye. I had read about the “blue mile” but nothing prepared me for the overwhelming emotion I felt. I thought of my two beautiful children and how lucky I am that they don’t have to for now live in a world with out their dad or mom.

Then like a 1-2 punch after all the names and pictures a sectioned lined completely by those “gold star” families. So yes, those left behind to suffer and endure the pain that War leaves in it’s wake. I had stopped to walk during the names. I wanted to make sure and read as many as I could. The moment after I high fived a couple of the kids I knew I couldn’t help but cry and so as they cheered for me and all the other runners I had to run. As is the case when sad about war I feel guilty for being home. Especially when I’m not where I’d like to be in life just yet.

So I ran, probably faster than I should have but then again it always feels that way in the last 10K of a marathon. I reached “the bridge”, the point of no return in the Marine Corps Marathon. It means I had to finish. Right before crossing the finish line I found my son, who my wife had made sure was there to see Daddy. I hugged and kissed him and my wife took a picture of my smiling next to Daddy.

I finally crossed the finish line, a newly minted Lieutenant placed the beautiful Eagle Globe & Anchor.  It was just as sweet as the first time I earned mine. I hobbled with the rest of the runners over to the Marine Corps Memorial and I couldn’t have been prouder to be a Marine. It was not lost on me that I was extremely lucky to be walking towards my family.

Lists 

I kick off Reverb15 today. Which confirms that the year just blew by. 

If you’ve been reading the blog for a while I freaken hate list. 10 reasons for this, & the top 15 that. I find it lazy and just a chance for more pages and ads. “Clickbait”. 

The prompt for today actually compared lists to prayers. Whatever lists I have should be a window into what I’m praying for (need). Sadly aside from groceries I really don’t make lists. So I guess all I really need is food. Probably why I always end missing an ingredient oo two no matter what I’m making.  

Here’s to a month full of food a and writing. As always WODs & runs just about every day should make for an interesting month. 

i’ve been stuck in the middle

As previously mentioned after a few years of only running. i decided the benefits of Crossfit far outweighed the cost.

I’m sure you’re used to reading either rave reviews or rampant hate towards the WODS that have now become almost a daily ritual. The one negative I’d been able to see right away was that on days that I had a WOD I was really hesitant to pound the pavement as had been my normal.

For a few weeks that was OK and I thought that as long as I was moving that was enough. I’m not sure that will be enough for me as my mileage builds in my Marathon training.

Today I had 11 miles scheduled for the AM. In the evening I scheduled 2 WODS (for a great cause, not just because I’m a glutton for pain). Decided the frosting on top of the work out cupcake was a 5K row. (I’ve never rowed more than 500 meters.

The run went well. I’m not sure it was wise to make it the first hilly run of the season but it was done. I cut it short by 1/2 a mile though. (no need to over do it before 8 AM). First WOD was a wake up call for what kind of evening I was in for. 2 rounds for time of 800 meter run, 30 dumbell squat cleans, & 30 burpees. Since I had run I figured I’d row 800 meters as a warm up for my 5K. After the first 800 I knew the 5K was going to be tougher than I imagined.

I decided to jump on the rower for the 5K right away and off I went. I zoned out for the first 2.5K and then just thought I’d speed up to bring it home. So it’s official my first ever 5K row was 21:18. I hear not bad for my first. What I did take away from it was that I can go hard after a WOD. I can also WOD hard after a long run so I can definitely get some short runs in with out killing myself for my WOD. Even if I don’t double up, I’m sure a WOD 5 times a week no longer seems an unattainable goal.

So I’m no a runner that Crossfits. Or a Crossfiter that runs. I’m someone that knows no matter what I do I have to go big.

it’s going to be OK

Next year I’m going to let go of the need to beat myself up for not writing as much as I do come December.

Every year is the same, I write all of December, maybe even a post or two in January and then by the time my birthday comes around the blog fever has left me until something really sticks out to me or until reverb15.

So after a few years I know exactly how the story will play out. So in 2015 that will not be the case. I will write when my fingers won’t allow it any other way. I will not be a slave to a writing schedule. I will let go of all the hard feelings towards my writing and by default myself. Here’s to happy writing and for rest days that keep you just as busy.

somewhere in the vicinity of 20/20

I don’t believe hind sight is 20/20, but I assume it’s pretty damn close.

I suppose if we could all see into the future our decisions might be different. I’d like to think that as I’ve gotten older I try and think things through a lot more carefully than I might have in the past.

So as far 2014 is concerned, no specific day sticks out in mind as one I should have treated differently. I can pick a couple days I wish went differently but it’s not so much as decisions as it was chance. Like rain after a car wash or gas right before the price goes down.

Since I hate list maybe just the obvious days. I wish I didn’t go out for a run the day I broke my foot. I don’t even run in that exactly location/direction any more. I’m not sure I ever will. I suppose it doesn’t matter since it won’t give me back that day.

On more than one occasion I wish I didn’t drink that last beer. Only because I don’t think the baby got the memo about letting daddy sleep it off.

Well enough about do overs, lets bring on tomorrow.

3, 2, 1, Go!!!!!………

My life is far, far from perfect!

I will say that as was evident in my very first #reverb post this year. If you really take a moment to think about your day, there is something to be happy about no matter what you may be going through. (Precisely why I love this project, it’s easy to get down on your self this time of year.)

Today the wonderful Kat McNally specifically asks us to do just that. By simply asking reminding me that it’s easy to put off loving our life until it’s perfect. (That obviously is probably impossible, at least for this guy.) So what then do I love about my life right NOW?

As I often do, I start these entries by writing in my journal. I started writing and well when concentrating on what I love the list is quite lengthy and I felt a lot better about the things that are wrong or just not at a place I love yet. (It does not fix them, but it really puts it into perspective)

So what part of my life am I in love with right NOW: My decision to finally pull the trigger per say on my Crossfit journey. I may give you a different response when I’m actually “cleaning” or halfway through an un godly amount of burpees.

Overall though it’s helped me bounce back from a crappy/non active summer (see broken foot post). I was in a cast for 14 weeks, add more beer in those 3 months than I’ve probably drank in the last 5 years and I quickly put on a lot of “baby weight”. I won’t mention where I started but I’ll say that I went from running a marathon to my heaviest in (and I got back to) 5 years. Needless to say my first day of Crossfit was a horrible shock to my system but I knew from my days in my beloved Marine Corps that it’s exactly what was missing and what would compliment all my running.

Here I am 3 months later. My weight is not where I want to be YET, but heading in the right direction and quickly. I haven’t really felt like drinking with that next WOD always waiting for me. (i might have really wanted one after a few WOD’s though.) I’m stronger and aside from being sore every so often I feel amazing. Again except when actually performing burpees.

I love this because it’s only been three months. I’m looking forward to 2015 when I can look back on an entire year of WODS. (and an LA Marathon after 6 months of being a Dark Horse athlete)

still a bookworm

In 2012 I read 24 books. In 2013 I attempted to beat that and it was actually difficult because of the goal and I ended up reading 25 books.

For 2014 I set a goal of 52 books. I thought/knew it would be difficult but I didn’t like that I didn’t make much of an improvement. Especially when there are so many books I’ve yet to read and every once in a while I reread some that have really made an impression.

I kicked it off with a legal thriller Second Chair. I divided the number of pages by 7 days of reading and off I went. That particular book was a breeze and so were the next few. I was on roll and each book easier to blast through than the last one.

Unfortunately I broke my foot and contrary to popular belief, it did not translate into more reading. In fact I think it really took a hit because, just about everything else took longer. Point being I slowed down quite a it and the 52 books for 2014 went out the window.

Along with a possible PR at the Long Beach Marathon that I had ran in 2013. (see broken foot).

I did however manage to run the half in 2014 and am actually currently reading my 30th book and am confident I’ll finish before years end. So no Marathon and that’s OK because I’m still running. No 52 books but at 30 books, some would still consider me quite the bookworm.