Don't forget About SUNDAY!

This Sunday we are FLIPPIN' babies. 10/16 at SHS. (Address on RIGHT side bar event thingie.)We should have people from NY and NJ visiting as well as a bunch of locals. Maaaybe Sifu? Hmmm? So be there at 10:30 and stay to help clean up so we don't kick your lazy, dirty, beh-toot! Bring water and a reeealy big pair of cahones!

Oatmeal of DOOM!

Okay, so I am in a rush to get out the door this morning. I am showering, cooking my oatmeal on the stove, finding workout clothes and making egg sam'iches all at once and trying not to wake Susanne (it's raining so we are going to pass on the walk this AM). Nuts. Any-way. So I like to mix a protein shake with my oatmeal to take to school for a nutritious low cal, low sugar snack-right-I've done it before, mix up a protein shake and dump it into my Tupperware (Chinese soup take-out container) and take it to work-easy. Snack on it all day. This morning I am in a furry to get out the door and decide to just poor my protein powder right into the Tupperware then pour the hot off the stove stone-cut oatmeal in with it, close it and...shake it up.

BOOM! It explodes! Made a loud noise and everything. (I think I heard a squirrel outside the window drop it's nuts.) Piping-hot oatmeal over my stomach, my hands, my shorts, legs, the walls, the sink. HA! Was so cool! 'Cept for my second degree burns and the fact that if it hit my face I'd be blind. (Try telling that to an emergency room doc without him filming you for youtube.) GO TRAIN!

Moral of the story... Next time I do it I will have one of my friends shake it without telling him what will happen and I will somehow do this while wearing safety glasses ---- CAP

Cap-Zen Meditation #2: Thoughts Like Clouds

Zen Meditation #2: Okay, So we covered: sit in a quiet place, shut up, count your breath, back straight. Next: let all thoughts that go through your head, pass like clouds and then go back to the counting of your breath. Work on that.
(If you are having trouble read on: Do not focus on your thoughts. Let them drift by. Do not jump into the murky puddles of your mind's tickertape or create scenarios based on events of the day like: a guy took your lunch money today because you don't take Wing Tsun or flip tires -- and as your mind reviews the situation you create a fantasy of you hulking-out and smashing his goddies with a wiffle ball bat. Your mind is an organ like your heart. It does what it does; it problem solves and reviews and plans, etc. But your true self is separate from it. For example: If you get a text, (I know this is hard) you do NOT have to answer it (especially while driving, puskas!). You are not your cell phone! You control your mind. You do not have to jump when it reacts. Be still, let your mind be still. Then pick up a 275 pound Atlas Stone to reward yourself for making it a full 10 minutes!)

No Flipping Today (Thursday) 10/13

Okay, (grumble) dang weather has foiled our plans. BUT that doesn't mean you shouldn't workout, girls! So go to WT or press your Great Dane or lift a Bob's Big Boy... but get after it!

Sunday still looks good! I will see you all then! These old ladies lift more than you! Get to training!

Thursday Strongman 10/12

Okay, should be a 2:30 Strongman tomorrow (Thursday) weather permitting.

Also, this Sunday at 10:30 am, girls. Bring your ca-hones and som'n to drink and come on out.

Might break out the stone... Might. I have a WT test Tuesday and... we'll see. I also am going to start putting up instructional videos, how to flip a tire...how to catch a fish with a 2x4. How to push a sled. None of it will be "right" but how we do it so if you don't like the videos, piss-off. Go critique your mom's Scooby-doo skivvies collection, she cares what you have to say, puska.

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.)

More Beach Party Fun from Club Kung Fu

Big Strongman THIS SUNDAY 10/16 Be there!

Big Strongman this Sunday at 10:30 am SHS Football field. Bring friends, bring water and a BIG PAIR.