Just like with Vera, I can always justify a purchase. Actually, with Under Armour, it is much easier. It is for my health...it wins every single time. I find workout clothes to be motivating...they do help you work out better. Especially with strength training and all of my continuing adventures with the Red Ball and a Grey Ball too. Free movement requires the proper attire. And now that I'm taking the plunge and adding Pilates to my regime...free movement is essential. Besides, when you look good...you feel good. When you feel good, well, you don't really need anything else.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Friday, December 28, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
It is hard to determine what I miss more...his hugs or his stories. My Grandpa was an open book...he wielded his stories from his adventures with natural arcs that blended to form the exact string of words you needed to hear. A perfect story teller...lessons and wisdom wrapped up in wildly entertaining packaging. I could sit for hours listening to him. He enjoyed his youth...cars and lovely ladies...and school...well...it was just the place where he could play his sax and park his sedan. When World War II came along, he was drafted and it broke him. His spirit, his lust for life...it was all gone...and it made the rest of his life very hard. For one, he was one of the lucky ones from the greatest generation to come back...and he felt guilty about it every single day of his life.
He held my feet to the fire. He taught me how to work hard and never do anything half-assed. He drove me to my first job interview...I was a high school junior interviewing for a summer student job that I was competing with college students for. He knew that I had nailed my interviewed and had in turn sealed my future (my career) at the place that I longed to work for. I'm still there...working hard. He believed in me. He always encouraged my writing...he thought my words were powerful...even if he did not always agree with them. He believed in me. He still does.
Other Musings about Grandpa...
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
I switched my workouts to the early morning so that I could write at night. I spent many a day/night at Panera. I did pound a few words out while tailgating. I plotted in the car rides to games, while driving to Virginia Beach, and while walk/running on said beach. I wrote words while staying with one of my campers and her family…at night after she and her Mom had gone to sleep. I wrote from the writing cove at the home of two of my NanoWrimo buddies (8K in one sitting). I wrote from Starbucks while waiting for one of my childhood friends to join me for an always inspirational chat. To be honest, I don’t know that I wrote much of anything at home. Instead of clocking thousands of words during a weekend, I would clock thousands of words in a single day (10K, 8K…crazy!!). It was fun. Writing is my marathon. It felt so good to get my fingers moving. It felt even better to be truly living while writing…that was a first.
In the last hours, I had a personal best. I wrote 5K words in 2 ½ hours. At times, I was writing 1K in 20 minutes. My goal is to write 1K words in 15 minutes…I’m getting closer. It is good to have something to aim for next year.