It’s been a hard day of training, and it feels great to be home. Protein...check. Meal...check. Hot bath...check. Writing a beautiful blog, in my quiet living room, with my dog sitting next to me....priceless. I turned off every light in the house besides the small lamp on the corner of my desk. I am sipping a hot cup of gorgeous brown eyed coffee. I am listening to a peaceful song that has me so relaxed. The pain in my legs and shoulders are slowly leaving my body as a write this sweet calm blog. It feels so nice to not lift weights; it feels so great to chat with you again. The song I am listening to is called a Sad Cello Melody. It doesn’t say who the artist is on YouTube. The older I get the more my taste in music changes. I love the cello, the sound is heaven.
My blogs scare my mom at times, but I tell her I love her and that its all good in the hood mom, I am happy. I don’t know why I wrote Alice, people thought I was crazy for telling that chapter of my life. I won’t lie, there were a few times I thought the same as I laid awake in bed. I don’t want to hide my life journey from people; I want my life to be an open book. That’s why I write. I am not ashamed about Alice, if anything I would do it over. I think it made me a better person. I think it will make me a better parent. My hand has touched the hot stove, I know it burns, I know how it feels, so now I will never be tempted to touch it again. I guess that’s the way I look at it. Who knows, maybe I helped some kid not do drugs from my writing, which would be great.
Sometimes I wish I started this sport earlier in life, I think I would be lifting much more weight. It would have been fun to be a junior and go on all the trips and have more weightlifting experience under my belt. But then again, I am glad that I started when I was 22 and walked in different worlds. It’s like I was on a long tour through the jungle. I saw the football animals, I saw the night owls, I saw the college bears, the body building gorillas and much more. And most importantly, I met my wife throughout the whole thing; so yes, I am glad I started late. I am glad I get to write to you about my ups and downs, my secrets, training, life stories, and my journey through life and weightlifting. Thank you for visiting my blog; it’s really the only reason why I keep writing. Well that and the fact it’s not weightlifting. I don’t want to come across negative about weightlifting, I am not. It just feels great to get away from it at times. That’s why I don’t write about training a lot, even though I do deeply love the sport. Do your shoulders ever hurt? Well mine do, and right now they ache so bad. I have to keep getting up and walk around because my legs will cramp up from sitting too long.
Why is it that I keep opening the frig looking for food when there is nothing in there? Do you ever do that? It’s crazy. I have been doing it my whole life. I will look, see nothing, and then look again in ten minutes. I guess I am hoping that a steak with horse radish will magically be there the more I open the frig door. Well thanks for hanging with me, it’s late and I have to play call of duty with Jared Enderton online soon. I won’t forget about you, if you don’t forget about me. I will be back tomorrow to chat more about life and training. Good night. Cello 2012