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.

here we go again

When I finally get around to writing a/my book I’m certain it will be in December. Project reverb is directly responsible for some of my most productive writing.

I’m also certain that it will be at the end of the most amazing/kick ass year of my life. This unfortunately is not that year and so still no book on the horizon.

I kicked off this year as hopeful as ever. I was finally out of the zombie state of a new baby. I was in the middle of a #RWrunstreak (I kept it going for 100 days). It only ended because I ran the hottest LA Marathon in the last 10 years.

I had only about a month on, on the new job that had gotten me out of a deep funk that comes with extended periods of time away from the work force.

This year had all the makings of a great year. Even as I type that I can already tell I expected a lot more than what actually was. Now I suppose that is why I love this reverb, because even as I typed that I was forced to think about all the great things that happened to me this year despite the bad things.

For one I kicked this year off with my family in my arms. At the stroke of midnight I hugged the three of them. So today as we kick off the last month of the year, I remind myself that where I am won’t matter as much as who I’m with when we bid 2014 adieu!

Project Reverb!

You’re it!


He’d been in the pool for all of 5 min before I heard him yell out “you’re it!” which means either he or the other kids had said “Want to be friends?”

It will never cease to amaze me how fast and easy kids can make “friends”. When then do we lose that gift? As I’ve gotten older it has definitely become harder to make friends. Are my expectations too high? Or are they too low, and so I sabotage any friendship before it has any chance of growing into anything better.

I look at when I made friends: elementary school, if it wasn’t for facebook I don’t think I would speak to any of them. (I suppose I don’t really speak to them). Middle School/Jr. High I went to a school other than my homeschool so I think that may have hindered communication with some of the grade school friends. Would that be different now in the age of texting and IM’ing? High School for one reason or another I ended up going to 4 different schools. I speak to only one person from middle/jr  and only a couple of people from high school are actually part of my life again if not for FB. Even those people are mostly linked to my wife (whom I met in high school).

The next chapter in my life was the military. I spent xx years in the Marine Corps and I made bonds with people that I know will be actually part of my life forever. Each bond stronger than the last. From training to actual combat. I can remember meeting each of those people and what they meant and how they got me through those tough days and the of course the tough days that follow an enlistment.

After the Marine Corps I didn’t think I’d make friends again. I then joined a group of athletes that showed me I couldn’t be more wrong. I remember the first few days and probably weeks and months it took for me to open up to them. I felt they’d never understand me. They do understand, and surprisingly enough I understand them. As I write these words I come to the realization that it’s been 4 years since I met those folks and I haven’t made any real friends since then. So again, why do we or I refuse to make these connections. Certainly I’ve met people in the last 4 years, right? Yet none really important as all those previously mentioned. (One that comes close I feel close to only because his name and everything about him reminds me of a friends that is very sadly no longer just a phone call away.)

Just as the “you’re it!” earlier made me take a look at friendship and the part it’s played in my life. His goodbye gave me some more insight. “OK bye” and then he walked my way. “I made a friend dad” he exclaimed. Before we even made it to the elevator he had moved on. So I guess there’s just no pressure when we’re young because we haven’t dealt with loss yet. As I’ve grown older I guess I’m done wanting to invest too much of myself in someone I might lose. I will continue to treasure those in my very small circle of friends. All the while hoping it was still OK as adults to say “Want to be friends?”