Random Thoughts of the Dork King

Weak as week 4

Weak as week 4

So, here it is, Week 4. Holla at yo boy for keeping up on a weekly blog; other than that, I am not tracking well. But I have a little secret I am going to share a little later in this blog. Let’s say it was an awakening moment, ok? OK. So, first, lets get to the numbers.

Weight:  Hovering around 348 still
Letters / Thank you’s written to date:  4
Gym Visits (PTD – Project To Date): 5.75 (stalled)
Items Crossed off of 40 while 40 list: 2
Days without Smartphone: 28 (more on that)

Alright, I am going to break out the numbers.  I have not been to the gym in a couple of weeks faithfully.  Excuses, excuses, excuses (my asthma, too tired, busy at work, my vagina hurts).  OK, the asthma thing may be the only truly viable option.  I mean, busy at work?   I go to 24 HOUR FITNESS, they are always open.   This is where the weight and gym to date visits fall off the radar.  I am on week four, which is 8% done with the entire project, but still ahead of the Zulu hour of week 10.  Week 1o is where the rubber hits the road so to say.

Leaving the physical behind, I had an amazing mental win.  Suffice it to say, Amanda and I have been in a rut for a few weeks months (I got her permission to talk about it); and it all centers on learned behavior.  My behavior has been out of character for me for some time.  I am going to get help for this.  Admittedly, there has been A LOT on my mind (how am I going to continue to make finances work?  Is Amanda going back to work?  Do I want to stay at Credit One?) and instead of bringing my partner in on some of this, I was just sucking it up, and letting it continue to get to me, and it wore me down to the point where I had become defensive, and snappy at home.  This is not the happy, healthy relationship either of us wanted – we spoke, and shared, and it is going to get better we both know.

The other side to this mental victory is that speaking with a few folks that have either worked with me or still do, I am inspired to change what I am becoming into becoming what I want.  I WANT to get back on the rock, I WANT to triathlon, I WANT to ride my bike to work.  Well, what is stopping me?  Only my own assitude folks, I am the only one in control of what I can and what I cannot do.  Me.  Mike.  So, what is Mike doing tomorrow evening with son #3?  Riding a bike and lifting weights at the gym peeps.

Let’s Talk Smartphone, I have my EVO back, so I can officially kill the calendar there.

I want to share briefly an amazing place only 40 minutes from my house, called Techatticup Ghost Town in El Dorado Canyon Nevada (between Lake Mead and Lake Mojave).  Pretty amazing place, an old desert mining town just pat Nelson, NV.  lot’s of old buildings, weathered and beaten by the sun.  And when i think old mining town, I think of old busses, bombers plowed into the ground and trucks.  OK, for some reason there are a lot of old mechanical pieces, mining and what have you, on display – so if you are into Ghost Towns being visited by pickers, this is the place for you.  Take a look at my gallery below, and when Amanda approves her “A” roll of film, I will link you over to it.

Finally, what is on tap this week:
1. Start the stop drinking soda of my 40 while 40
2. Write 3 thank you notes / letters
3.  4 visits (at least) to the gym
4. Finish my book
5. Give 110% at work to finish up a few projects before handing some stuff off.
6. Take the 5 week picture (no change, right?)

That is it for today amigo’s, I will talk to you mid-week.  Love and peace.

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One for One

 I made a promise, like Tara Costa, yesterday for every like on my FB status by midnight, I was going to run, hike, bike, swim or walk one mile in the name of that person or someone they designate.  In my foolish mind, I saw this status getting shared and people liking it to the point that maybe a few hundred people liked it and boy was I going to be in trouble.

Yes, at 39.75 years old, I am still naive enough to think that people give a damn about what I do or think.  Hence the blog and my continued exhaustive use of Facebook, Twitter and Instagram to promote what I am eating, visiting or my baby.  I cannot commit to a blog post daily, like my blog friend ELISARIVA who just posted 366 posts for one each day of 2012; I am just not that interesting and I know it, but I digress; I DID expect more likes to that status than I got.  Want to guess?

Eleven

Eleven likes.  BUT, here is the amazing thing about it.  You really learn about the people who truly care.  About the people who take more than a moment to appreciate the things in life that are important to you. I am not saying my other 165 FB friends don’t care, they are busy with their own things.  But these 11 folks have moved me beyond what I thought one hundred likes would have inspired me to do.

Therefore, instead of running a mile for my friend Mike, for example, I am dedicating a whole workout event to these eleven people one at a time.  A workout that means something to me.

My friend, my wife, my pain in the ass

My friend, my wife, my pain in the ass

So, without further ado, my first workout of 2013 is dedicated to Amanda, of course.  To most, this workout was nothing more than a 35 minutebike ride in the gym, not very heroic. But to me it was much more than that.  It was a step, the step, in ensuring that the dreams Amanda and I have are going to happen.  I have not been to the gym consistently in more than 8 weeks, and have been eating poorly for triple that.  So for me to shake it off and get in and just get lost in the ride was a step I had to take.  Amanda has been there through many highs and lows with me already and has stood proudly by my side and loved me unconditionally.  I was worried about our marriage at first (right after we got engaged) and even about the wisdom of having a baby; but Amanda set her sails on she and I for the rest of our lives, and I owe it to her to do this for her and I.  because if I am not in the gym for me, I will not be there for her.  I love you baby, thank you for being my rock even when you feel like you are sitting on sand.  All other workouts are just footnotes, in reality, to this one.I have ten more people to thank and let know how much they inspire me, along the way, I will see the tops of mountains, eat dirt on a mountain bike, cross the finish line of a triathlon, and many other things both mundane and epic.  I will reach my goals this 2013 and you are welcome along.Thanks to Fitness19, Southern Fried Chicken in Vegas, and the Goddess for today’s workout