As far away from each other we are, the imprints we leave will never be forgotten.
Today was legs and lower back day at the gym. I enjoy leg and lower back day, these are two muscle groups that I have been conditioned for from years of hockey, lifting improperly, work, so on... They are my strongest muscle groups at the gym.
Before I started an exercise, my Brother's voice yelled in my head, "You can do more! Add more weight! You can do it!"
I obliged, and throughout the exercise, I could hear my Dad correcting, "Keep your back arched. Your back isn't arched. Arch your back."
Leg presses and calf raises and running on the treadmill continued in this fashion, and I walked back to my dorm. I sneaked into my room, careful not to wake my roommate, stumbled into the suitcase for the 1,500th time, set my MP3 player down and turned to start the shower. Muscles aching, I reached for my protein mix to feed my muscles. "Is that stuff good for you? You should read the label, do you really need all this stuff?" my Mom this time, ensuring my physical and financial health.
Idly reading the label while mixing, I was satisfied with the mixture and started drinking. The taste of the protein drink barely masked the creatine. Barely. I mused about the idea of prehistoric man eating nothing but meat, and his ancestor eating nothing but plants. The idea that we now supplement our diet with so much stuff that we can't imagine living with out it. Vitamins, what would Darwin say?
Stepping into the shower, it's hard to wash my face... I hate not being able to see. The idea perpetually dances in my head that I'll miss her if I keep my eyes closed too long. I am never able to shower without the idea of her, standing outside the shower waiting for me to see her. Standing outside the shower with a wily grin on her face as if she's about to steal my towel and clothes, or snatch open the shower curtain and take a picture, or any number of pranks and tricks that she can be so adept at. Finishing my shower, I can still picture her cocking her head to the side and reminding me to towel off my lower back. Laura hates it when I do a half ass job toweling off and then jump into bed or on the couch or whatever with a wet back. Still more voices in my head, they sound like my own, but originate from others:
"How's your blood sugar?"
Ok...
"Are you getting enough sleep?"
No.
"How's the Subaru?"
No idea.
"What's cool in Korea?"
incidentally, nothing is cool in Korea.
"We haven't talked in so long..."
I know, I'm sorry.
"What do you hear in your head that comes from me?"
Exactly what you just said.
I guess the point is, although we're separated by countless miles, you're all right here with me. And although I miss everyone deeply, I can still feel your influences in everything that I do.
It is what makes me successful. It is what makes you successful.
I wish I could have done this blog up in a fancy prose like I had planned in the shower, but alas, this is pretty much what I got out onto the keyboard. Sue me.
-s
6/25/2009
6/20/2009
6/19/2009
Yyyeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhssssssssssss!!!!!
It's time to post a new blog, aren't you excited? Huh, aren't ya?
Ok, first off, why does the internet think that aren't isn't a word?
Stupid.
I digress. Happy Father's Day!
Everybody loves Father's Day, its a time when fathers are appreciated for stuff and get bad greeting cards, usually with tools on the front, and a pseudo-witty saying inside. I don't believe in greeting cards personally, I think they're a waste of paper, and why don't you just say what you mean yourself? Slacker. You don't need a monkey chained to a typewriter to write a greeting for one of your loved ones!
Just like the best gifts are gifts that people can use!!! Now, expand your thinking on this, we're not just talking about practicality, but things that people need and will enjoy. A piece of art, DVD boxed set, tools, a Van Halen CD...
I'm on another Van Halen kick. It happens about once a year. I don't know what it is. I think Eddie is a great guitar player, but I'm just not really into it all the time. I will probably be working out tonight listening to 'Panama' and 'Ain't talkin bout' Love' all night though.
Well, what's the rundown of my time?
Sleep, PT, work, gym, sleep.
On the weekends I sleep, eat pizza, play guitar, and play poker on Sunday night.
Now you know why my blogs are always about something, and not the interesting things I do.
Truth is, I don't really do anything interesting. Well, I take that back...
Let's see, I did an organizational tour of the ROKAF's side of the base we are at. That was interesting, well, for me, I'm sure anyone else would have been bored out of their minds. It was cool though, we walked through their hangars and looked at their stuff. The best part was at the end though, when they fed us. I just about ate my body weight in kimchi. They also had fried chicken, rice, hor de'oeurves (wow, the internet didn't try to correct me on that... is it right? did I seriously just spell hor de'oeurves right?) , various fried things vegetables, shrimp, octopus, unknown meat product. That was great. I ate a lot. They gave us beer too, but since I had to go into work later I gave mine to my Chief. And by gave I mean he took when I wasn't looking.
Yep. Drinking seems to be a large part of Korean culture. At the end of the day they told us that they were out of alcohol so they were calling it a day. They also told us that we would have been drinking soju, but they were in mourning because of the former president's death.
I got Forza 2 for the xbox yesterday, I didn't realize that it's such an old game, but I guess it is. Anyhoo, I started playing it last night, and will probably continue playing it today. It sounds like it's raining outside. I plan on going to the gym today, but probably when everyone has gone out to party...my roomate will probably-
Oh wow, I just realized... hmm, this will require a little backstory...
Hokay, at about 645 this morning, we got a knock at the door. "Is Ken up? We need someone to play softball."
Uh... ok? So my roomate filled an empty spot on the softball team(yeah, we have a softball team, it's more ridiculous than it sounds.), and I was awake until about 8. Anyway, I just realized that since it is raining cats and dogs out here, the game will probably get rained out. I don't know if it's one of those games where they have to stay the night wherever they are, but that would be crappy to sub in on a team, not get to play, and have to stay at an Army base in strangeland.
Well, that's all for today folks.
Ok, first off, why does the internet think that aren't isn't a word?
Stupid.
I digress. Happy Father's Day!
Everybody loves Father's Day, its a time when fathers are appreciated for stuff and get bad greeting cards, usually with tools on the front, and a pseudo-witty saying inside. I don't believe in greeting cards personally, I think they're a waste of paper, and why don't you just say what you mean yourself? Slacker. You don't need a monkey chained to a typewriter to write a greeting for one of your loved ones!
Just like the best gifts are gifts that people can use!!! Now, expand your thinking on this, we're not just talking about practicality, but things that people need and will enjoy. A piece of art, DVD boxed set, tools, a Van Halen CD...
I'm on another Van Halen kick. It happens about once a year. I don't know what it is. I think Eddie is a great guitar player, but I'm just not really into it all the time. I will probably be working out tonight listening to 'Panama' and 'Ain't talkin bout' Love' all night though.
Well, what's the rundown of my time?
Sleep, PT, work, gym, sleep.
On the weekends I sleep, eat pizza, play guitar, and play poker on Sunday night.
Now you know why my blogs are always about something, and not the interesting things I do.
Truth is, I don't really do anything interesting. Well, I take that back...
Let's see, I did an organizational tour of the ROKAF's side of the base we are at. That was interesting, well, for me, I'm sure anyone else would have been bored out of their minds. It was cool though, we walked through their hangars and looked at their stuff. The best part was at the end though, when they fed us. I just about ate my body weight in kimchi. They also had fried chicken, rice, hor de'oeurves (wow, the internet didn't try to correct me on that... is it right? did I seriously just spell hor de'oeurves right?) , various fried things vegetables, shrimp, octopus, unknown meat product. That was great. I ate a lot. They gave us beer too, but since I had to go into work later I gave mine to my Chief. And by gave I mean he took when I wasn't looking.
Yep. Drinking seems to be a large part of Korean culture. At the end of the day they told us that they were out of alcohol so they were calling it a day. They also told us that we would have been drinking soju, but they were in mourning because of the former president's death.
I got Forza 2 for the xbox yesterday, I didn't realize that it's such an old game, but I guess it is. Anyhoo, I started playing it last night, and will probably continue playing it today. It sounds like it's raining outside. I plan on going to the gym today, but probably when everyone has gone out to party...my roomate will probably-
Oh wow, I just realized... hmm, this will require a little backstory...
Hokay, at about 645 this morning, we got a knock at the door. "Is Ken up? We need someone to play softball."
Uh... ok? So my roomate filled an empty spot on the softball team(yeah, we have a softball team, it's more ridiculous than it sounds.), and I was awake until about 8. Anyway, I just realized that since it is raining cats and dogs out here, the game will probably get rained out. I don't know if it's one of those games where they have to stay the night wherever they are, but that would be crappy to sub in on a team, not get to play, and have to stay at an Army base in strangeland.
Well, that's all for today folks.
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