Balboa-Style Sunday Strongman!

No Wed. Strongman unless...

I'm fighting off a bug so I am going to workout inside today. (unless one of the other coaches...) See you Sunday!

Big Wing Tsun Day & Strongman Tomorrow 10am (weather permitting)

BiiiiiG Kung Fu day today! Class then 'falling seminar' at Connecticut WingTsun. 9-4. Fast Strongman tomorrow weather permitting... 10 am. 

Sunday Strongman 10 am

Weather permitting ...
Strongman Sunday 10 am.
Bring your big boy or girl pants (or shorts)
And let's have a good quick Sunday workout.

Great Day Today 1/12/14 with Chris and Coach D

Strongman Tomorrow (1/12) 48 degrees!

Bring it! Should be 48 degrees for you *&^%$ afraid of the cold. Might be last warm day so come on out!

Passed LVL 3 Wing Tsun Test Last Night!

Back in business at WT. Passed my Level 3 Test last night along with Chris Conte, Ryan, Justin and Big Dan who made it to Lvl. 1! and Raphael who is Level 4! Testing makes the butt pucker and the will sharpen. Susanne (my wife) gave me the saving grace advice that resonated through my head as I stepped onto the floor in my new full Kung Fu Uniform; she left me a sticky that am that said: Just Breathe and Be Cap. Hell yeah! Perfect Zen advice from a master. She must tell herself that everyday living with me... uh only she is Susanne, not Cap. Oh that would be scary... Anyway, Thanks to Si-Fu Elliot (Si-Hing to me) and all my Kung Fu brothers and sisters for helping me to make a successful return.

PS. I had to wear pants. Me, not a funeral or a wedding... in pants. I should get extra credit or som'n. Maybe a Kung Fu cookie. Wait... A little performing Wing Tsun monkey, in little pants. He could help me train. Are you really still reading this? Go lift something! Or practice your form. Dang.

Strongman Winter

Okay Tire Flippers and Strongmanz'zz everywhere... It's the dead of winter my favorite time of the year, (like all of them) so, on days like today when it's freezing make sure to get in your workouts indoors, or bundle up for our Strongman-shots workouts outside. They will be fast and furious... or just fast:) I will be out there after school today as soon as I can. I am doing 3 sets of tire (because I already did legs this am) and splitting. So get there on time (2:30ish and be ready to go!) DRESS FOR IT! (8:00 WT Class tonight... see you there! First day as Lvl 3!)

Still Buzzing from Test, Need Grounding. Check This Out!

http://www.grindtv.com/action-sports/surf/post/freshwater-surfers-brave-sub-zero-temperatures-at-stoney-point/

Ki-Ai!

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Wing Tsun Test Day w Tony Jaa and Jedi

Wing Tsun Test Day. Trying to relax at work by watching Tony Jaa and Jedi You Tube Clips... ha! It's working. Though I might show up for the test riding an elephant and swinging a lightsaber.

Testing for Lvl. 3 Wing Tsun tomorrow...

So, as you three loyal followers know (if you've had time in between fixing burritos at Taco-SUPREMA!) that I began my Wing Tsun training again at Club Kung Fu in Springdale after almost a year and a half off. It's been such a joy to return to my Kung Fu family. The school has almost tripled in size since 2011, everyone has gotten so far. I am so proud of all of them, and inspired by their efforts! And with that, I am testing for level 3 tomorrow night. I believe I am ready, my skills are still very rough, having to basically do over 0-2 in the past two months or so, but with the help of my training partners I've come a long way...with so long to go (awesome!). I remember my first test for 1; it was the first time I had taken a test in 15 years or something. I sweat through my diaper that day. I will try to wear extra layers tomorrow. I just wanted to thank Si-Hing Elliot and Si-Hing Wei and Si-Jays Elaine and Carol, Si-Hings Dom and Jim and John and Ron and Ian and Tony and Si-Dai Ryan and Eyeball and Raph and Frosty and Shaman, Big Al, Little Al, Si-Muis Eyelet and Meghan and Lata, Chris, Big Dan, Pete, Emma, on and on and on... All of you have been so gracious and kind to welcome my big arse back with open arms. I won't let you down tomorrow. I might fail, but it wont be in my effort and my perseverance. See you in the Kwoon.

CAP
PS. The biggest thanks has to go to my wifey-poo who puts up with her big lion-cub going to get punched in the face and miss time together so he can live life to the fullest.

Old Post Made New: Reading old posts

Wow, you can't go backwards, no matter how hard you try... but looking behind you sure reminds you of who you truly are when you are trudging in the now.

Here's an old post from 2011 before the hernia. I was very verbose back then. Miss it.

Sunrise Swim and Silence

 What is it about a swim at the beach at sunrise by yourself? I woke this morning exhausted at 5:30 waiting for a job. None came and Susanne had to go to work early today so I was on my own. I could have slept in, I could have just sat and watched the cartoons and ate some egg and foo sam'iches. But the sunrise and cold waters of Tod's point called to me. I had to go despite my desire to just rub my belly and be lazy. I arrived, greeted by a brisk October wind and the glorious pink and orange glow of morning over the water. I kicked off my flips , took off my shirt, let my hair out and ran down the beach, ran back and waded out into the low-tide surf. Into the quiet. The quiet of the morning wind, the slushing waves, the seagulls telling me to beat it they were still sleeping. And me. No one else is there swimming or walking on the beach. No wet suit, no goggles nor rubber cap. Just a hairpatch, bathing shorts and October air. There are some others out walking and jogging on the road. But not here and I am left alone with my thoughts and the quiet morning as I begin to wade and then swim out to the buoy some 50 yards away. At first its the usual, "Okay, if I catch a cramp or gulp water, what do I do? Relax, lay on your back and start creeping back in. But Reeelax. No panic". Then thoughts of: "Okay, if I DID die now, at least I died doing what I love, that's what the eulogies would say. I'd look so cool to all six people who came to my funeral. Though Susanne would kick my ass even after death for going first, probably bury me in a Hello Kitty dress, gum boots and a tiara with an open casket. Draw a mustache and Petey eye circle on me with a Sharpie too". I laugh out loud with no one to hear but me and the sea. Okay that covered, I start to just notice the silence. The nothingness and nature. It calls me out past the buoys into open waters. Not too far but past all warnings to the contrary. Where only boats and fish are supposed to venture. The silence says "Keep going." I do. It says, "Stop swimming and treading. Let go." Scary. but...I do. And my big arse doesn't sink. I bob down and then...come right back up. Miracle. 232 lbs. of Cap and I just bob back up. Fascinating. Safe in the bosom of the morning Sound no matter the troubles if I just "Let go." The water is warmer than the 50 degree air. Quiet. Who is this voice telling me to let go, it will be alright? (The wind wooshing against my wet face.) To just be quiet in the waves with the sun cresting over the distant horizon? Who is it that whispers in my ear, my mind, and says, "You are the storm and it's peaceful eye"? Strange you say? Not to me...I do this every morning if I can. Seek stillness and silence in the cold waters of sunrise. You might hear this voice too.

(Of course it could just be hypothermia setting in: I hear when your nuts freeze you begin to get visions. Damn, I still want that sam'ich. Go away so I can eat, puskas. I'm cold and hungry from swimming in freakin October at 6:00 am!) 

(Still here? Try this one on...Sometimes when I strain too hard flipping tires I fart, but that's a different voice. That's a S.B.D. Different kind of silent.)

(There never was anyone here, was there? Well I think I'm funny so foo on you. Or me. Sam'ich. Make sam'ich.)

Last day of Vaca. No Strongman....

Hey kids. Unless one of the other coaches wants to get after it I can't make Strongman today. So, shovel a neighbors driveway, or help wax your 300 pound aunt's back, or lift all the empty beer cans you drank over the break as an alternative today. HAPPY NEW YEAR from capstrong. See you soon.