I've had a few 80's, even a 93...but couldn't seem to close the hundo for 2009 yet. Until today...first happy hundred of the year!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Simple Pleasures
For those of you who train outside through the winter, you know what I'm talking about...like warm apple pie!
I've had a few 80's, even a 93...but couldn't seem to close the hundo for 2009 yet. Until today...first happy hundred of the year!
I've had a few 80's, even a 93...but couldn't seem to close the hundo for 2009 yet. Until today...first happy hundred of the year!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Abstract Monkhood-Induced Ramblings
I have a soft mute button on my television. It doesn’t completely mute all sound but just brings the volume down to a less distracting level.
This is the best way I can describe it. It’s as if I am sitting in a chair, staring at the wall, fixated on a certain point that I cannot defer my attention from. Although I am locked into this sight I still have to manage everything in my peripheral. The focus has become amplified as the peripheral images and sounds have become softly muted. I am still here and present, but ultimately my mind is consumed by my goal.
As I rolled out the door in negative degree temperature conditions for my second workout of the day on Friday night, I found myself gazing through a narrow looking glass. I glanced around town as I watched guys and gals dressed to the tee, talking on there cell phones discussing where the party is at, laughing, consuming alcohol and food, and unwinding from their week’s endeavors. I rolled by pubs, clubs and bars looking in the windows while people, warmed by the heat of the protective indoors and their hard liquor, pointed at me in what seemed to be mixed emotions of amazement, disgust, disbelief, and ridicule.
In the midst of dodging a preoccupied SUV chalked full of teenagers I began to realize that in that instance I did not feel like a civilian any longer. I was something else. I was a man engaged in a tour of duty of sort; all the while my battleground was the landscape of my residence.
Ideas like fun, humor, hanging out, lounging, seem trivial to my current planned equation. I’ll have plenty of time for those agendas further down the road.
The other day, Dybo commented to me, “make sure you are enjoying it”. Those words resonated in my mind the rest of the day until I began to realize that the journey, if done right, is going to be as defining as the desired result.
Eat, sleep, live clean, train, focus, organize…monkhood. I’m feeling good and who cares, I’m flying.
This is the best way I can describe it. It’s as if I am sitting in a chair, staring at the wall, fixated on a certain point that I cannot defer my attention from. Although I am locked into this sight I still have to manage everything in my peripheral. The focus has become amplified as the peripheral images and sounds have become softly muted. I am still here and present, but ultimately my mind is consumed by my goal.
As I rolled out the door in negative degree temperature conditions for my second workout of the day on Friday night, I found myself gazing through a narrow looking glass. I glanced around town as I watched guys and gals dressed to the tee, talking on there cell phones discussing where the party is at, laughing, consuming alcohol and food, and unwinding from their week’s endeavors. I rolled by pubs, clubs and bars looking in the windows while people, warmed by the heat of the protective indoors and their hard liquor, pointed at me in what seemed to be mixed emotions of amazement, disgust, disbelief, and ridicule.
In the midst of dodging a preoccupied SUV chalked full of teenagers I began to realize that in that instance I did not feel like a civilian any longer. I was something else. I was a man engaged in a tour of duty of sort; all the while my battleground was the landscape of my residence.
Ideas like fun, humor, hanging out, lounging, seem trivial to my current planned equation. I’ll have plenty of time for those agendas further down the road.
The other day, Dybo commented to me, “make sure you are enjoying it”. Those words resonated in my mind the rest of the day until I began to realize that the journey, if done right, is going to be as defining as the desired result.
Eat, sleep, live clean, train, focus, organize…monkhood. I’m feeling good and who cares, I’m flying.
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