I surely did not notice how gargantuan my back side has grown while sitting on the couch over the last few years. Once I started exercising this week, I quickly noticed that my butt has laid the world’s largest anchor and wherever I go, it drags around behind me displacing anything in its path. Seriously, I can feel its mass holding be back while I endeavor to propel myself forward. It’s like my butt knows that with every step, its rotund form will reduce, along with its menacing supremacy. The influence of the ass does not stop there; it has also formulated a highly turbulent odorous gas, that has increased in secretion since I began to eat healthier and workout. The whiffs of gaseous toxic vapor are meant to be a surprise occurrence, and normally hit during a pre-training stretch. These surprise fume attacks are devastating in nature and can often render one lifeless as they lose consciousness from the lack of breathable air. My body is doing all that it can to stop this healthy life style before it begins, but with fortitude and vigor, I must press on.
Along with toxic flatulence and cellulite infested anchors, a general pain has festered within my body. My feet hurt from having to carry an over laden physique. My muscles twitch and cramp from anxiety and over use and my fat just kind of jingles with glee as it sits there, along for the ride. Dam you Isaac Newton and your First Law of Motion (Objects in motion tend to stay in motion. Objects at rest tend to stay at rest), its science working against me.
As you reflect upon the memories of yesterday’s triumphs, do you find that these achievements were meticulously planned or spontaneous in nature? This is a question, that I have been contemplating for some time. I do not think that a miraculous achievement must be a result of a long-term strategical plan but will venture to say that most self-fulfilled triumphs fall under this category. An accomplished goal, by its very nature is motivated by a sense of purpose and is powered by conviction and effort. These fundamental forces formulate a pathway that leads to a successful fulfillment of the ultimate objective.
Less frequent in nature, an achievement may be rendered with little planning and even less strategizing. Often these acts are based less on internal fortitude but have more to do with impulsive action that leads to heroic pivotal acts that become something more than intended. These accomplishments may be short sighted in planning but may have profound affects that permeate through history.
This leads to a question that has been perplexing me for some time; is a pre-planned execution of a long-term objective more worthy then a spur-of-the-moment valiant act? Both are worthy and have their own merits. Given that I never worked a long-term goal through resolution, I have no authority to even attempt to originate a response.
I reflect on my life lived and find that there have been no real long-term goals achieved by me. Now this may sound self-loathing in nature but that is not the case. I have accomplished a ton and proud to be the person I am, but all I have done was accomplished with little to no long-term plan or objective in mind. I always lived the way I did mostly because I thought it was right thing to be doing at the time. My life has been filled with adventure, hard work and smiles and for that I am thankful. Today, I find myself at a cross roads. I am not yet dead but not fully awake. I find that I am drifting, but really going nowhere quick.
This has been a long time in the making but I believe that a paradigm shift is needed and now is the time to make it happen. There is a goal I would like to plan on achieving and have a suspicious feeling that if I don’t act now, it soon will be too late. I would like to complete a marathon.
At age 47, my health has been depleted by lack of exercise, stress and an inherent love of sugar, carbohydrates and red meat. I resemble a jelly doughnut with pudgy legs and a triple chin. My respiratory system is overwhelmed by the most minimal of activities. So, I can truthfully say, that I do not know if this is a realistic goal and having this aim, may not be the best way to start my new “Goal Oriented Life Style”.
So, I guess, I will break down my goal into 3 separate distinct parts:
First Run a 5K
Second Run/walk a 10K (Run is preferred)
Third Run/Walk/Roll in a Marathon (Run is preferred)
My body hurts now walking up the stairs, so I needed to be realistic. I literally do not know what abuse my body can take. So, all goals must be realistic, hence the reason why I added walking to the 10K and Walking and Rolling (bike or wheel chair) to the Marathon. By adding some flexibility to the goal, it provides an uplift that the goal can be achieved in the form of hope.
So, this old Motorcycle Blog, just turned into a Motorcycle/FAT Man Going to Wreck Himself Running a Marathon Blog. If nothing else, it just may be entertaining. I will be brutality honest in my posts while highlighting future victories and failures. The goal will be to at least post once a week which will serve as a self-journal and exploration into the art of pain and failure. Let the hurt commence.
30 Minutes on the Treadmill walking this morning, its a good start for a 259 pound couch potato world champion.
One gets the sense that the Ghosts of yesterday, Keep the Dreams of Tomorrow Alive in Jerome, Arizona. Sitting at 5000 feet, the small town is literally built into Cleopatra Hill and overlooks the Verde Valley in Northern, Arizona.
The town was once a thriving mining community which excavated gold, silver and copper from the bowels of the earth below it. The community grew quickly as many followed the money to the mountain town. As it goes with many boom towns, history dictates a quick rise and early fall to the community. In the early 1900s, Jerome was a thriving city made up of several churches, hotels, saloons, miscellaneous businesses and gambling halls. At its height, Jerome once supported a population of more than 14,000 residents. Mining operations began to decline in the area in the 1920s and by the 1950’s, no more than 100 individuals called Jerome home.
With conviction a town once dead can discover new life. The fires, sink holes and industrial economic upheaval could not ruin the Town of Jerome, and from the ashes rose an eclectic renaissance where the community now thrives. Tourism, artistic endeavors, and ghost hunting is now the basis of commerce in Jerome.
What is most interesting about Jerome, is that the City does not hide from its tumultuous decline. The remnants of brick buildings once burnt down now serve as landscape for recently completed artwork; their masonry shells protecting and showcasing individual skills of those who now reside in the area. If you’re in the vicinity, it worth visit. If the reported ghosts that haunt the town don’t get you, the winding mountain roads and scenery surely will.
I lived in a Portion of the Arabian Desert for about a year and vividly remember the sound of everlasting sand particles whipping against our frail canvas tent during storms which would appear at a moment’s notice. Once during a rare cold winter rain squall the tent flooded with a foot of water. We grabbed whatever we could and took shelter upon our cots which barely kept us out of the invading flood. The dry arid landscape surely presents many hardships and hidden dangers but during evenings in the desert, I found solace in the stillness of the nocturnal sky. In those chaotic days long past, the desert night sky provided a sense of peace in a place void of tranquility. There is beauty to be found is these vastly empty places.
I recently found myself in Saguaro National Park before sunrise on a frigid early morning walk. The park is located just outside of Tucson, AZ. I saw more than a few coyotes on my pre-dawn sojourn which was a bit intimidating. Saguaro is a different environment then the Arabian Desert but both places speak the same language, albeit with a different dialect. The sounds of the desert before sunrise eco the voices of life purged through the rugged reality of nature. If these creatures can survive the harsh struggles of the desert, then they deserve to be heard.
Leave all behind and walk the desert trails before dawn in Saguaro National Park, there is no telling what one will hear.
Memories recede beyond the dark abyss as the sun sets and rises again and again. Our history, our stories, our triumphs and failures deserve to be remembered, but sadly these stories mostly dwindle and fade away into forgetfulness. It’s as if the sun and the moon never notice life on earth or the efforts of those on the ground striving, working and yearning for something better. We mortals dwell, subsist and toil as best we can, but despite our greater works, the forces of nature care little of our deeds. From the stars, it’s hard to determine or measure the number of miracles that occur daily in the world below, but down in the weeds, where the footsteps of humanity tread in the muddy landscape, one can see miraculous events occur daily, if one is just willing to open their eyes to witness them.
Like the sun and the moon, humanity also suffers from the inability to observe such miracles, mostly due to human distractions which blind our perspective. What a world we could live in, if only we could open our eyes and see these wonderous events transpire before us. Our minds open to the goodness of humanity, which would allow us to absorb the positivity which emanates from these awe-inspiring works of art. Unfortunately, this is not the case, we our blinded in our own reality.
It is truly difficult to witness a miracle with so much ugliness surrounding us in the world. I firmly believe that both good and evil exists in the hearts of man. Even the most despicable person is worthy of genuine acts of kindness and vise-versa; the kindliest individual has the potential to do acts horrific beyond recognition. This duel characteristic of man makes life unpredictable and often blinds us to the good that is done daily. It’s the old story of the cowardly soul who accomplishes a courageous act making him an accidental hero or the loving supportive father and husband falling into temptation during a moment of weakness. These stories represent the multifaced characteristics that resides in all of us. We are awash with the tears of heavenly angels but still waiver against temptation and yearnings that lead us down very dark paths.
Maybe I have become an optimist in my declining years, but I believe there is more good in this world than bad and wonderous miracles happen every day. These events may not be huge or earth shattering from a broad perspective, but they are miracles none the less.
I think of a family friend who was severely injured with a traumatic brain injury during a motorcycle ride gone terribly wrong. This young man literally died and was brought forth back from death’s door. Doctors were confident that he would not survive but through what could only be a series of miracles, he survived and beat the odds. He continues to this day to make progress after numerous surgeries and procedures. The financial burden alone was enough to break him and his family, but they never wavered and continue to progress forward through their struggles and tribulations.
Three women saw this struggling family and endeavored to assist them in their time of need. These women have families, jobs, and burdens of their own, but their own problems did not stifle their yearning to make a positive difference. Filled with conviction, these ladies were truly motivated to make a positive difference. They developed an idea for a fundraiser and fervently worked the plan. Throughout their efforts, they faced roadblocks and pitfalls which impeded their progress, but unknown advocates assisted them along the way. They overcame many obstacles to raise more than four thousand dollars for the family in need. Their dedication to service was truly the divine spark which lead to the successful fundraiser, but we can’t forget the many people that helped them along the way and the generosity of those who attended the fundraising event that cold winter night to kindly and freely give to a worthy cause.
When I ponder the story above, I see miracles in action, combining with other positive acts of kindness. A miracle can be as small as a divine spark or as large as the widest ocean. My hope is that we can open our eyes more to the goodness that occurs every day instead of focusing on the negativity that brings us down. We can’t be naïve to the darkness that exists in our world but by focusing more upon everyday acts of good, maybe the world can be just a little bit brighter.
The Definition of Miracle
• An extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs.
• An extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, or accomplishment.
This time a year I dwell upon those American Colonials who took up arms against the British Empire which represented the greatest military of that age. What courage, what valor, what vicious tenacity it took our forbear’s to wage a war against such overwhelming odds. Our Colonial ancestors stood against tyranny but by doing so they put their very lives upon a gauntlet of death for an idea of Freedom. It was this Idea of Freedom that was eventually summarized into our Declaration of Independence which still stands as a testimony of what those brave souls fought for so many years ago.
Our Country is not perfect but Freedom still reigns true in the United States and I am so very Thankful for all those that have stood for and continue to defend the ideals of our Declaration of Independence.