History in the Making

The city of Sacramento, capital of California, was founded in 1839 by a Swiss-American named John Sutter. While not originally the capital of California, in it's early days it had become the central hub to those seeking fortune and fame during the gold rush. It was at Sutter's mill just 25 miles away, they first discovered the shiny substance, a historical event that created a serious frenzy and a city with an extremely rich history.

Leader of the Back

I have done a lot of things in my life. Maybe not circumnavigate the globe, or wrestled alligators in a traveling circus side show while juggling chainsaws. But I have had some very interesting and memorable experiences though. Recently I set out to do something that I never in a million years thought I could have or would have done. I ran a 5k. Yes. You read that right. I, Drew, ran (and walked) several miles without stopping.

Get a Little Crazy

Although I have not been blogging about my training as much as I would like too, let me assure you that I am still going for the gold. As stated in my last blog about time management, I am juggling a lot of balls right now and time runs from me like a fat kid in a candy store. Finding the time to sit and right anything cohesive or thought provoking is a challenge to say the least. I assure you though, I am doing the one thing that makes for great reading and that is living my life to the fullest. That's the only way I am able to keep writing the things I do. This is therapy for me, so have no fear, as long as I am living my life, I will be writing it down.

I also need to take some time out to thank everybody for there comments and cheers of support, as well as the sending of  the virtual goodies. You have all been so awesome to me and I really want to thank you for that. I only wish I had the time to respond to each and every comment, but it is damn near impossible. I would be responding and posting more than actually getting out there and living a life worth writing about. So again, please take my heart felt thanks with throughout your own journey and I hope you enjoy the following tale of aching muscles, sweaty arm pits and a new found sense of self.

Just over a week ago, I decided to push my training to another level and hired a trainer. My last experience with a trainer, found me in an emergency outpatient clinic and a dire need for muscle relaxers just so I could move to sign the admission forms. One of the worst fitness experiences I think I have ever had. I classic case of juice head trainer not listening to the client. So I was pretty leery about this whole thing, but I felt like I had gained enough knowledge on my own to know whether or not things were going the way they should. I called my evil corporate gym and asked for a trainer that had experience with Triathletes. I was assigned one over the phone and a consultation appointment was set for the next day.

It's All About the Shoes

In my last blog I told a horrifying tale of sorrow and pain. A drama akin to a Greek tragedy (well...maybe not that bad) that unfolded in a six mile distance, wrought with misguided confidence and extremely poor foot wear. A tale who's moral became evident in the final words of it's unlikely hero. A hero who, despite said misguided confidence and poor foot wear, persevered and finished what he had set out to do. The unlikely hero? Me. The lesson learned? No matter what you set out to do in life, it's all about the shoes!

The Ministry of Silly Walks

I never really think about how I walk. Most of the time I really only walk short distances at a time. But I recently observed the way others walk, you saw that a vast majority of them stride rather strangely. Some will swagger while others wiggle, and some walks are just plain weird. It's not hard to wonder how they adopted such an unusual stride. I think it's safe to assume that we all pretty much learned how to walk the same way. One foot in front of the other. So what makes us all seem to walk differently than each other. I certainly don't remember my first steps or how I learned the art of being a pedestrian. In the early 70's consumer video cameras weren't available yet and my parents couldn't afford an 8mm. I did however father children and I can distinctly recollect their rise to pedestrian status.

A Question of Sanity...

I assure you, that as I write this blog, I am of sound mind and body. The body part needs some work, but that is why I am here. To push myself to achieve something that I would have never thought to attempt in my lifetime. It would be wrong to say that competing in an Ironman Triathlon in 2011 is my intent. My plan is to be physically, fiscally and mentally fit in 2011 (and for the rest of my life). These are all disciplines that are sorely lacking in my life.