There are very few things I think I’m thinking so this will probably be a somewhat short post.

1. I would really like to get back in the gym. I have been swamped at work and have other things going on in my life at the moment that makes this difficult. Not impossible, just requiring more effort than I’m willing to give right now.
2. If I could bring myself to getting back into the gym, I have a whole new set of goals I would like to train for. It would be new and exciting. My experiences with it would also allow me to better market myself to a target audience I’d like to attract. It would also please Bearded Jesus to know that I want to focus intensely on grip strength.
3. I can’t wait for camping tomorrow (Saturday). I just spent WAAAAAAY too much money on 2 new jackets. They are top of the line, Mt. Everest type things. Me, being the cheap ass I am, got them significan’tly reduced.
4. I think I finally had this urge to write because I’ve barely eaten anything since I had Pho last night on my bro date with Mat, and I just drank a “Guinness Foreign Extra”. Sure, it’s still only 7.5% alcohol but it was enough to change my state.
5. Any training and/or nutrition related writings will still be significan’tly reduced. I was informed today that working on weekends and extra hours during the week are going to continue. Not awesomesauce. With that in mind, I am going to continue my email series to subscribers only.
6. I have a plan. A plan to give some (un)lucky people some free t-shirts. I’m tired of writing now so you’ll just have to wait until the next bout of eustress.

And now I’m off to pack and get ready for this weekend. Lata!

We all [should] know that I’m on a psychological kick lately, and that ties perfrectly into this post. I asked via Twitter what the bigger play of the day was in the NFL Playoffs:

Marshawn Lynch of the Seattle Seahawks breaking 8 tackles and running 67 yards for a touchdown

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I’m sitting here watching an extremely exciting football game between the Falcons and Saints, and I came across this video from Chalene Johnson while reading my Twitter timeline.

I don’t really know who she is, but this video confuses me.

I can’t dance like this (nor would I want to), but is this even really dancing? If it is dancing, is it good dancing? I mean, she looks like she might be hot, and it looks like it probably takes some decent coordination and athleticism, but I just don’t know.

Can you help me make up my mind about this? Thanks.

** Edit – Yes, she appears to be hot. This still doesn’t answer my question about the dancing.

As I walk through the ever increasingly dark streets, fumbling with thoughts in my head, running into strangers I’ve never met, I am reminded of similar times in the woods. The woods seem so familar now, logging road here, a swamp there. You knew where there used to be bear dens and which areas to avoid. You were always at risk of an animal attack, but deep down inside, you knew it was never going to happen.

Now as I stare upward, I no longer see the crisp  spattering of stars and moon against a perfectly black sky. I see hazy outlines far in the distance against a backdrop of purple. No longer can you hear a squirrel running up the tree one last time before nestling into bed. But the sounds of air traffic and taxis fill your head.

So here I am, wandering this city as if it were my first time in the woods again. This time, defenseless against that that do I not know. I peek my head around corners warily, unknowing of what lies ahead. I walk timidly instead of strong and bold. I meet people on the street that are really just wolves in disguise. Which one of these allies holds my demise?

Some streets look promising as you begin your walk. Then you suddenly realize, it’s just another dead end. You fight and struggle to get back to your starting point, wipe the slate clean, and start out again. By the time you’ve reached the next roadblock, you’ve fallen further behind.

Every new intersection looks just like the last. Is there a way out of this? Which way do I turn? Where do I run? How do I get back to seeing stars the way they were meant to be seen? When will I be able to walk confidently in a land I know again? Is there such a time? Or am I doomed to be wandering aimlessly, caught in a web? Who can help me? Is there anyone?

Just please take me back. Take me back to the woods where everything is simple. Everything is clear. And everything has direction. Take me back to what I know.

(Sadly) I’ve been really busy at work lately and haven’t had time to write. So busy, in fact, that they are requesting I work extra hours and on weekends some times. Really? You want me to be here even more? The place I hate the most? Uggghhhh.

Anyways, to try keep my sanity, I’m writing this before I start to get bothered by my 32 micro managers to: A) Hopefully start my day off well, and 2) Make sure I keep my promise of posting more often, which still isn’t happening as much as I’d like.

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