Finally its back to the gym for me. Its been at least a month or two since I have been surrounded by the enengy you can only get from being in a good routine in a gym. Moving and family have filled our empty spaces; but now its back to the grind. Its terrifying how easy it is to get out to the groove of things that are a benefit to you. When I entered last night, I had my iPOD ready to blast, my gloves snug and my attitude geared up. As luck would have it, I ran into some people I hadnt seen for many years but a good long time friend. Of course, he was PUMPED! Wurd ChanMan!
I remember being in the zone and some pud who hadnt worked out in a while spending all his time talking about what he used to do and how hard it is to get back into it all walking up to me and whining the whole time. That wasnt going to be me. Ground Zero! Cap snug. Grab weight and zone out. Hit the tunes and hit the iron. I went right for the kill. No, I couldnt do what I used to do. No, it wasnt as easy as it once was. No, I didnt start where I left off. The difference between smart people and wise people is usually some serious injury. Wisdom means you weren't that smart before now. Guess I got both. I am not intimidated by looking like a wienny with wienny-weight. Its the foundations that give you longevity. Form always counts; how much weight is only relative. Trust me, there will always be someone stronger, bigger or else. Anyway, I anticipate being a little sore by tomorrow.
My iPOD day has been great. Today is my Rare Rotation Day. Rare Rotation grooves you with great music from rare grooves, essential funk, the soul of R&B, hip-hop classics, jazz and the best of lounge, electronic, rock and alter. Nothing new under the sun; every river begins as a stream. This podcast always gives me a big surprise when I update for the next morning and moves the day right along.
Anyway...give me a couple of months; you'll see. "I'll be back!"
Its like watching every movie at once; like hearing a thousand conversations; but trying to listen to just one. That's where I am; not sure how but it happens occassionally; especially when I am on the downside of possible and under the weight of the unliftable. Something else is here with me; maybe within me. It's enuf to make you never want to be without the buzz of it and yet I often am. Arrgh...even now; with the distraction of having a walkman in one ear currently playing "Spirit in the Sky," I can hear the person across the room breathing and snorting, the spit leaking down the back of his throat like cooling lava from a volcano miles away. The lights overhead blink as the electricity nods at its passing opposites on neighboring wires, the cars outside pause at the red light as the gas flows through its veins like metal blood, even the bird taking off from the wire just out the window who chirps at being airborne; all in symphony with the roar of a huge transit bus driving through. Oh well....mmmmm....I like it, I like it all. As my fingers continue to race at emptying the fullness of my mind; I picture the condensation that occurs when cool air glazes a window and droplets form until 
they are so heavy, they begin to run — then the memory of watching rain on a windshield treated with RainX spread like terrified spiders across the windshield leaving it completely clear and dry. Its all so marvelous. Its all so mysterious. The gift of such little things that we may never understand and typically not even notice are continually given to us almost free of charge. I hope I get to keep this for the rest of my week. Life is most thrilling when we are off the security of the ground; suspended by Faith and Hope; defying the logic to look down; for looking down will steal any freedom from gravity and you will fall — some even sink. The eagle belongs in the sky; he's vulnerable on the ground.
Anyway, the moral of the story is this: You can't make the jump, til you bump the hump. Part of the reason we experience tough moments in life is that it helps us make the jump. These "humps" or opportunities as some might try to make you believe make the tires of our lives disconnect from the norm and allow us through upset to leave the ground, to be free of our humdrum, to dislodge from our expected and mondane to become airborne, even weightless. It is at these times, somewhere between "oh yeah" and "oh no," we encounter our bump and are catapulted to a new destination, a new level of "us" that leaves us stronger, more alive or at least "unsame."
For all the sun of yesterday; the dreary rain of today exacts its punishment. Really, I don't mind the rain; but I LOVE a thunderstorm; today it's just rain. I made a remark to a friend that sparked this blog, "It's Only Raining Outside..." I am not sure where it's going to go; but I guess we will find out together. It was a 2am night for me; so the morning stormed into my conscienceness violently. Thank God my honey called; I was at the Sleep Hotel and no doorman was going to ring my bell for at least 4 more hours that I couldn't have. So, you make that mad scramble to get on top of things and get out the door; but you know that the rain changes everything....potientially late to definitely late.
