Sunday, April 24, 2011

The Week

I've had a pretty busy week, and with the companionship with those people near and dear to me in my life, I have also had a productive least on the physical fitness part. I've logged a few miles on the trails and streets of Reno, I've had Willie cause a little bit of pain with his crossfit torture, I've run my dogs so hard that they lay on their beds and sleep the way i wish I could, and I've held some of the warmest, nicest people I know close to my heart.

A year ago today I was enjoying Easter with my dad in the backyard of a house that I recently left. I'm glad to be out of that place, but I will hang on to so many of the memories there...especially that day. I still have a picture with me that was a gift that day...a genuinely thoughtful and beautiful gesture. Thank you for the memory.

Today I woke up warm and smiling, and ran along the river, thinking about the world around me and the one I don't understand. I ran with Bec all the way to Babymama's house where the first of 3 egg hunts took place for my kiddos today. They are so frickin' beautiful that some times I can't stand it. Sometimes I can't hug them long or hard enough to ever make me feel like I've done it right. I am so very thankful for them and for everyone in my life right now. I love that Sean, who is competitive when he needs to be, is still such an amazing big brother to his stylish, hilarious little sister. He made sure that she got some of the good eggs this morning. He brings me to tears with his sweetness. He wears it on his sleeve.

This week Sean was rewarded for the hard work that he puts in to everything he does. At karate, his instructor informed us that he needed to go up to the advanced (big kids) class because he needs to skip two belts and he is now a brown belt. I wasn't surprised, just infinitely proud. I've seen him in that class hitting harder, doing the only real push-ups that room ever sees, and listening with focus to the teachers. That's what he does..he listens. He listens to me when I'm "Coach Daddy" on the baseball field, and he shares the same, proud smile with me when after I tell him to step up in the box because the pitches are coming slow, he hits the biggest smash I have seen in the league all season OVER the right fielder's head...he pulled it perfectly because that day he was hitting lefty. This kid is enjoying this time. Something is going very right.

My little trendsetter, Ireland is showing me a ton of affection and cracking me up lately. Last weekend in SF, she picked out all of these new clothes herself, and when I posted this picture on Instagram, quite a few female followers only wanted to know "where did she get these shoes?"

She knows. She is a little fashionista at 4, and socially more advanced than most woman I know. At Starbucks yesterday, she noticed a friend when we walked in and asked, "Daddy, can I go over and say hi?"

"Of course, beautiful."

She walked over and snuck up behind her friend, who turned around, grabbed her by the face and shouted her name, smiling, and they hugged as if they had known each other for 30 years. Girls. They crack me up.

Life is good. I have a lot of challenges on my plate, but I wouldn't trade any part of this trip with anyone.

Happy Easter.

Monday, April 18, 2011

7 weeks

Everybody moves at their own pace. I think there was a time in my life when I actually did pace myself, I was uber organized, I had a plan. Nowadays I just go. I know that having a plan and working it is the most efficient way, and I really DO have an outline, but I tend to just put my nose down and go, and hope that the limited amount of wisdom and experience I have racked up steers me clear of the obstacles that have tripped me up or knocked me down in the past. My plan is actually to get back to the plan. In the meantime, now, I'm running.

I started training a couple of months ago for this marathon I'm supposed to run in 7 weeks. I, along with several other members of my family, are going down to San Diego for the "Rock and Roll" marathon, where we will participate in some fashion in honoring and remembering my dad, who ran that and many other marathons in his youthful, jocular later years. Most of the chatter I hear is about the half marathon, which is a feat, to be sure. Beccy, for one, has a training schedule printed up that she shared with me yesterday, that lays out a schedule for 6 weeks and ramps one up for a halfie. That's great, and I've taken a look at it. It might be good for me to consider that although I intended to do the full, I injured myself a month ago and couldn't run for a few weeks, so a half is much more realistic. It might be good for me to also take into consideration that although I have quit drinking and I have been doing Crossfit, I still haven't completely broken myself of the occasional cigarette...I am certainly doing better than the pack a day I was putting down 4 months ago, but I'm just making an honest inventory of the conditions here, and as of today, I'm still lighting them up semi-regularly. That being said, I finally got back on the trail yesterday, and knocked out 5 miles, and felt pretty decent, having taken it at a slow pace. Wasn't really hacking or wheezing on the a taste of it later in the day, but it wasn't horrible.

I've googled "7-week-marathon-training", and come up with a bunch of chat from professionals who are strongly against it, using such language as "stress fracture", and "just plain stupid". Those guys are pretty hard core runners, though, and what they don't know about me is that I really don't like to run. It's actually one of my least favorite activities, to be honest. So I think I'm going to just go ahead and make up my own 7 week program, and go with that. If I end up hurting myself, or I have to suck up my pride and do a half on June 5th, so be it. But as many people who know me can attest, I tend to (right or wrong), do things at my own pace. I do things my way.

And I'm doing this fucking run for a guy that always did things his own way, too, so I think my plan is just fine.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

The moment...

Eating at Golden Boy pizza, prior to heading down to the Warfield, Ireland leans over on her stool and wraps her arms around me and hugs me tight and says, "Dad, thanks for bringing us."

I could have cried.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Is it too late to go back to school?

I'll be honest and say that this would likely end up with me breaking at least one more rib...but you know I'd give it a shot.

Tempest Freerunning Academy from The Cool Hunter on Vimeo.

Days into weeks into months...

Life's moving too fast.

That's why I try to spend at least 10 minutes being on the throttle every once in a while. It helps.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Check yo self

I have been swamped, and neglecting the Evolution as of late, as you may or may not have noticed. But this morning I saw something that was noteworthy, so I knew I would have to carve out 90 seconds today to share it here. It's pretty rare when I read or give credence to my horoscope, but this morning I just happened to make it to that section of the newspaper, and there it was, illuminating my day with sage advice:

"Check your state of mind before you walk in the door, pick up the phone or start up the computer."

Indeed. That's exactly what I needed to do this morning. Life has consisted of a lot of work lately, and it's been overwhelming, and I tend to get mentally defeated before I even begin. So this morning, thanks to being born a Sagittarius (or whatever I actually am now), and thanks to the probable randomness of the universe and this being my horoscope today, I found a perfect glimpse of wisdom that has got me started on the right foot this morning.

Well, that and a little Crossfit damage. Grrr.

Monday, April 4, 2011


Some pictures of the kiddos and I were included on the Today Show, during a discussion about flickr.

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