Bit of a milestone yesterday as its the first time I’ve been under 140 pounds since 2011. The consistent miles coupled with hard daily chores has done the trick. Maybe I should change the NRGE motto to “Mean, Clean, & Lean.”
I’ve seen some runners recently, actually only two, that I hardly recognized. Their bodies have undergone complete transformations from doughy and slow non-runner to cut and hard and running fast. And I’m not talking about losing a few pounds, I’m speaking of the type of thing I only read about in the back of comic books when I was a kid.
Muscles and tone used to come from hard work alone. Now all you need is a prescription. Its who you know that can make you go. If drugs were my only avenue, I’d remain a slow, and doughy runt.
The advertisement’s next to last caption of the guy getting socked in the jaw is quite violent. Getting even with a bully. Just desserts I say. This topic came up at the Upstream recently when I polled those gathered at the bar as to whom had ever been in a Real Fight. I’ve been punched in the face a dozen times and more. Dished quite a few out as well. You could tell just by looking those that had never had to put up their dukes. Manicured nails, perfectly coiffed, noses cocked at the appropriate angle, above it all. Softies, insulated, pampered and privileged. Never having had to defend themselves or absorb a roundhouse, they may as well have been from Mars. And now me old and scrawny but wiry, there’s still a couple of noses I’d like to introduce Mr. Fist to. To the Old School Style of conflict resolution.
Sticking with today’s theme, waste reduction has become an important part of daily life at the Bar None. If the scraps aren’t going to the compost pile they are headed to the chickens. Re-purposing now a duty embraced. Amazing how much you can reduce your impact with just a little effort. Returning things to the Good Mother, being a part of Her closer circle. No amassing goods and counting that success, rather being appreciative of what bounty is already right in front of us. Blue skies and sweet scents, critters and creatures of land, water and air, someone you truly love.
I’ve gone from ~3600 square feet of West Omaha empty excess to 1450 square feet of love and happiness. A good woman, a good dog, my health, a good piece of land. Only the Most Important things in life.
Peace, Love, Run!
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