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Crazy dream. I’m at home and I hear a car pull up into my driveway. My Sentra is parked next to this Subaru, guess it’s ours. This man jumps out of his car and eats something and throws it away in our trash. Then he tries to pry open my Sentra door. I guess he looks at it in digust and moves onto the Subaru. It opens and I guess he had a partner who drives off with it. I tell dad he doesn’t do much so I go and confront the man. He denies anything and tries to drive off. I think I run at his truck and grab on. Until I see a set of keys hanging which I grab for ransom. I step off the truck and wait. He notices that I have the keys and pulls over and we “talk” it out. My sister is there too but just being a support shadow. As we talk more and more of his story unfolds about how he needs the car to sell or for his children. Then his children start appearing. Eldest girl, eldest two sons one with glasses, little crafty son, another daughter and a little girl. The wife also appears. They were dark skinned. I thought they were Filipino because a helicopter came to investigate but it was just a Filipino news one. A police one followed but didn’t land. Eventually we went indoors and the family brought all their wares and food to convince me to give them my car (which wasn’t mine). We ate and talked and got to know the family. I think one of the older girls asked me to direct them to cvs and trader joes. In the end I told the father it wasn’t right to take things from other people regardless of how desperate you are. They had order forms which I guess they sold food and my sister filled the whole thing out. I told the family she runs the place. So the father agreed and we got ready to depart. The Subaru was returned and I returned the keys. We hugged and we made new friends. I’m not sure I invited them to come over again. But weird and detailed dream.
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Are you eating a ‘nutritious’ diet? Do you believe you are eating a high nutrient dense diet and covering the gaps by taking your Centrum One Multi-vitamin? Well, unfortunately (but hopefully not), you may be wrong. There is a tremendous amount of dietary dogma out there, whether through books and magazines, personal trainers and registered dietitians, or even blogs (like this one!). It takes a rather patient person to consume the massive quantities of information there is on nutrition and how it makes one look, feel, and perform – not to mention environmental issues. It takes an even more resilient person to deal with the information overload they can suffer from if they even have the patience to read all the different opinions on diet, which can end up being polar opposites to each other in the end anyhow. Well, in this post, I plan on giving a brief and…
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April 28, 2013
Two friends and I decided to partake in this challenge, the Survivor Mud Run. There were mud pits of unknown depths, tires to run through and jump over, monkey bars, cargo nets to climb up and to climb over, a pipe tunnel, slip and slid into more unknown water/mud, more mud, wall hurdles, did I mention mud?
Here’s how it went down. We signed up late so we got the last heat at 11:15. In case you don’t know… we were up in northern California about 15-20 minutes away from Sacramento in some barren allergy inducing hills. It was such an awesome day, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. (UGH) So we start our preparations, grabbing our bibs, securing the car keys, sunblock, and stretching to prevent over injuring ourselves. Unfortunate for me, I decided to go sock-less and in minimalistic shoes. <– BAD IDEA!
We head over to the starting line, the announcer hamming it up pre-race. Eyerolling we waited patiently to get this over with. At least in my head. The first few obstacles we actually had to run up a few hills. I have to admit that I was quite entertaining through-out the whole thing. If it wasn’t for my snarky whining and complaining, then my antics impersonating a gazelle caught on tape were equally awesome.
Flat ground was fine, I started to feel the pains in my feet. But the tough gets going… right? It was ridiculously hot that I was actually looking forward to the mud to act as a layer of protection from the sun. Another unfortunate thing was that we did not know how large the presence of COW would be in the race. Every mud “pond” was brown and smelled like cow-pies. Being the last heat also had its bad moments because all the mud leading out of the pud pits were conformed to
shoe dips that solidified and then were coated with more mud so twisting an ankle was a huge safety point.
I was really gearing up to use my new-found skills in parkour to get me through this race. There were no actual obstacles needing that skill. I was smart in every encounter taking the least hazardous method to get from point A to B. I actually fell behind my friends, mostly due to my shoes because I lacked a sock to absorb the liquid, they became a bowl of gravel and mud. At times my shoe would twist and I would be running on the side with the heel perpendicular to the ground.
Trying to get over uneven ground was a huge obstacle because of this, which is why I started skipping and frolicking to make the least amount of ground contact because my soles would conform to the uneven ground and cause pain to my feet.
Another fun obstacle was the monkey bars. I brought workout gloves but I was unsure on how I would feel with them on. In hindsight, I should have used them. The monkey bars were only about 12 bars in 12 inches distance apart. I was watching people fail at them so I mentally prepared myself. We do monkey bars in parkour so I was ready for the challenge. The bars in themselves were no challenge at all. I grabbed the first bar and using my hips as momentum I went every other bar to finish in less than a minute. What I did not expect was the amount of mud that was encased on each bar causing my hands (my hands are recovering from burns I acquired from Starbucks back in 2005) to immediately turn red and swell. “Lucky” again there was a mud pit coming up so I used that to cool my hands.
There was a camaraderie in this heat. A lot of guys came with their significant other or friends and paved the road for them being very gentlemanly. We had a bungee maze to maneuver and we basically all stood on the bungees in sections so everyone in that pack can make it through. We would offer advice and ideas on how to get through something. In the end the race was not thoroughly exhausting but nor was it challenging. It was a good experience and a learning one too. I did not injure myself as much as the race I did last year. I did not come unscathed, I have numerous scratches on my legs and arms and a nice cargo net imprint on the right side of my face. My pride is still intact and I’m still here to write about it.
“This is your life” in the last moments of the song. Watching the video made it all real. That everyone has their own personal journey to partake, and each one is different yet it is all similar We all have our demons to face and those demons are what’s stopping us from taking charge of our life. Grasp it and take it! We waste our time pitying ourselves, perfect strangers, family and friends when we could be moving forward. Life is not meant to be sat upon watching the scenery change around you. Everyone needs that one thing to help them breakthrough. Be it religion, music, friends and family, sports, self-expression… Find it! and Own it! Don’t worry, we are all here to support you.
This video shows so many different people from different places in different times of their lives. But they had the courage to post a video of what they wish to be rescued from. Stand up and find your courage! Don’t worry that no one around you is standing, the ones that matter are inside your heart! Be an example of what you live for! You live for you! Not anyone else!
I’m writing this because I admire Tyler for showing me his love in his music. I’m showing my love by writing. If not just a handful of people, that is enough to show people what they are capable of. To be a loving living example of Life, may it be a spark in a long line of firecrackers. Each explodes in different ways but combined can create a magnitude of light and warmth. Be that. Take a second and watch the video. Regardless of your own personal opinion, we all come from different walks of life… but walking leads to running. That’s where I want to be.
“So I’m here breaking down your door
Calling out your name
I want to take away the pain
You know I’m here like I was before
Screaming out your name
Waiting for the change
I am captivated by
The way you look tonight
And I’ve seen what you’ve been into
So I will never cross the line
I won’t tell you any lies
I was sent here for the rescue”