Adaptive training is sustainable, body-wise, and freer compared to many manifestations of CrossFit. CrossFit has gems to offer, but I believe they were borrowed gems. Those gems were adopted from elsewhere and combined in a “Box,” or a “crucible.” The toughest gems came from elite forces training, that is, combat training. Do or die training. Still, part of military training, even elite military training, is readiness. And readiness involves recovery, and non-injury. If you’re injured, you’re not ready. If you don’t recover properly, injury risk spikes.
For some that may have temporary appeal, especially to younger people. Yet younger people lack experience, and seldom see conflicts of interest in business models that target them. Young people often appear non-conformist…all at the same time in the same way. It is a vulnerable time. And some people are lonely. Lonely as hell. The comradeship they lack they may seek in an intense…
We flew into Portland but drove up to Springfield to stay at My Michaels sisters home. Her husband brought us to Saturday Market, not sure if it was Springfield or Eugene. He told us to have our camera’s ready as it would be an interesting morning.
First off I was taking pictures from the side or back but as time went on I just said, “I love the way you look” or “I will never see this in N.E. Wisconsin, can I take you picture?”
Everyone was happy to let me take the shot.
Musicians were great!
What some people were wearing was too cool!!
And then the whole family rocks!
I have so many more but think I will end this post with a very cool lady or should I say fairy.
It was one of the most interesting days I have every had. These people were so wonderful and refreshing.
Thankfully, today seems to be a good day, but the same could not be said for yesterday. It was a bad day, or rather it was a bad day that ended on a better note than it began. It was one of those days when I woke up and was able to shake the sleep from my eyes, but I could not shake the anxious and depressed feelings that swirled around me like a tornado. I am not quite sure where these feelings came from, but I was quite sure of how they made me feel, immensely alone and out of control.
As I made my way through the day, these negative feelings multiplied, and I could not contain them. I kept thinking of what my dear friend and mentor, Trude, says to me, and that is, “All is well”, even when I do not feel well. Yesterday, though, I…
Exactly one month ago I posted my last blog, as we left for Portland that day. I thought I would be able to post every day but it didn’t work out that way. We got in on Sunday and spent the next 6 days sitting at My Michael’s Mother’s bedside along with two sisters, a bro-in-law, a nephew and his wife. Marion left us on Friday evening after a couple year battle with Alzheimers and dementia. Michael walked in as she took her last breath. It was a sad but joyous event, as she went to be with Jesus. She lived her life for Him and is now happier than she had ever been. It was a wonderful experience for me as I spent so much time with this absolutely wonderful and giving family. I will post much more on this in coming days.
I don’t know about you, but I have songs engrained in my life like pages in a scrapbook. These songs remind me of good times and bad times. They can invoke smiles and tears. They can come upon me when I least expect them or they are there like a comfortable pair of sweatpants and baggy sweatshirt on a cold fall day, sharing their story and telling mine.
I talked to my dad today as I drove home from work (settle down…I have a hands-free phone connection on my car). He called to share some family news and to let me know that he had to make a decision about something that would impact all of us – even if just in passing. We had a nice talk and I wished him well in his decision and to let me know what he decided. I hung up and let my…