Revisiting days gone by

For another blogging project, I have been revisiting old posts from 2015 and 2016. It's something I rarely do, and now after having done so, I wonder why I don't more often. Well, there's the typos and wrong word choices and maybe I could have stated something better, but with my stream-of-consciousness blogging style I…

Hopeful realism

After starting this post during lunch and scanning it quickly just now, I recognize that shock of sudden death is starting to fade and I am in full-on processing mode, albeit the scenic route. I live a small life. It's not big, not flashy, not glamorous. But in the ways that are important to me,…

Parents

Out and about at lunch today with one of my associates, she asked me if I miss my parents. Second anniversary of her father's death is Saturday and she is already feeling the oppressive sadness processing her ongoing grief. At work, in most of my face-to-face life, I rarely think about much less mention my…

Civil discourse, or lack thereof, becomes personal

My life has indirectly been touched by the issues dividing our country. Trainer J is a Berkeley grad and close friends of his were physically assaulted in the February 1 melee on campus. Listening to an interview J's friend's gave on what happened to them, I am so saddened and so struck by the very personal…

Corollary to my final 2016 training recap

Last year, trainer J introduced Scott Abel into our training routines. Whether he had been reading and following Coach Abel for awhile or I just start paying more attention when he was discussing technique and theory seems irrelevant at this point, although I do believe it was the former. Or maybe I was just finally…

The weight of expectations

Christmas 2016 is now past, and the beginning of a brand year begins in less than a week. While it is an exciting time to me, so many I know struggle up to and through until the middle of January. The holidays are difficult. My theory is that the heavy marketing of Christmas and the…

Christmas Eve 2016

Pretty quiet on the homestead this Christmas eve, and I am so happy about that. I slept later than anticipated - this no alarm policy could be a problem if allowed to continue unchecked - but I enjoyed the most restful sleep I have had in days, maybe even weeks. I woke up with the…

The view from the gym floor

Since no training session and no recap today, I seem to have had some other blog pondering to share today, as this is post number 3 for today. No matter; it's Thursday and even with trainer J's absence, it is kind of weird and difficult for me not to write something about my exercise excursions. To…