long forgotten, but found

I write all the time. I write in a journal during breaks at work. I scribble on post-it notes and deposit them in my pocket so I won’t forget something that seems important to remember at the time. I thumb text msg.s to myself and capture quotes in apps like Day One on my phone. Writing is my pair of golden cuffs and my golden lasso.

Writing is the safest place I know to filter all that is ingested throughout the passing days and nights. It’s how I process; it’s how I let go; it’s how I say hello; it’s how I make sense; it’s how I capture; it’s where I put my sadness, and joy, and all the muddiness in between (lots of muddiness). Writing is where I say this happened today and this is how I perceived it and I want someone to know. The notebook. I want to share it, capture it, understand it, get it out of my system. Writing is my lifelong friend. It has saved me too many times to possibly know how many times it has saved me. If I were locked away, I would have to find a way to write, otherwise I would surely die. These are the things I’ve been thinking about since 5:30am this morning.

Now that that’s over with. Here’s a random list of 2018 objectives from the notebook:

  1. Volunteer at the local home for the elderly
  2. Start a local writing group
  3. Stop drinking wine during the week
  4. Eat vegetarian for a day, a week, a month
  5. Watch dog training videos
  6. Continue online copyediting certification
  7. Back squat
  8. Overhead squat
  9. Connect with the people in front of me
  10. Stop buying useless crap off the internet
  11. Park the car stern-in, with nose pointing out, makes for a quicker getaway

On Saturday, I met with one of my former trainers, Caleb from ACF. Sitting down with him was like plugging into a warm empathetic frequency of good. A first step into getting back to healthy. Since his training facility is located about an hour from me, the idea is to follow programming on my own, and then come in on Saturdays and the occasional Wednesday night for Barbell Club. When we were talking I could hear the barbells dropping in the other room. It was like hearing a long-forgotten piece of music that I didn’t know how much I missed until the sound filled the air again. I’m pretty sure I could feel my heart skipping an extra beat with each thud of rubber-plates hitting the floor.

Including weekly workout programming, Caleb also gave me some suggested daily habits to boost my mind and heart and soul. As I ease into this new way of approaching my day I will share them here. This week, the focus has been on righting the food and wine habits. So far, I’m happy to report, so good. So very good.

P.S. A scarf around the neck in the winter is like your woogie.

new, old friends.

“It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson


I. Strength:

Back Squat – 5-5-2-2-1-1; rest 2 minutes between sets

Completed: 5 at 85lbs., 5 at 105lbs., 2 at 125lbs., 2 at 145lbs. Then ran out of time. Doesn’t matter, because was working with most awesome partner, Carmen aka. Hot Booty. Yes, you read that right. No, it’s not a typo. Carmen is a new friend who feels like an old friend.

II. Conditioning:

155/105 pound Squat Clean and Jerk, 30 reps

For time.

(10 minute time limit)

WOD Demo

Completed: started at 65lbs. When reached rep no. 25 in under 5 minutes knew I had gone too light. Added 20 more for 85lbs. total and completed another 15 reps for 40 total in 9:57 with Hot Booty cheering me all the way to the finish. Fran, at RX is in my sights. Legitimately for the first time ever.