It still trips me out

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It blows my mind that I broke my leg on October 1st 2011. That would be about 6 months today on the dot. I can't do a lot of stuff I used to. I can't do a squat. I can' t jump off the porch and run to my car. I couldn't chase down a hoodlum stealing an old lady's purse, and if a mountain lion was chasing me I probably wouldn't make it to safety. I have put on a little weight but I was a fat ass before the accident so my clothes aren't complaining.
Some good things have come out of the whole experience. My girl Jamee has taken care of me through the whole process. She has been amazing. I am going to marry that little beezy one day and not because she made me breakfast everyday for three months but because she has made sacrifices for me that not just anybody would make. The only problem is she steals all my jokes. All of them!

Another great thing that has come out of the accident is it keeps my butt in my desk. I get to work at 7am and I leave after 6pm, everyday, Monday through Friday. I have had the opportunity to build a business with my mentor and good friend . He gave me a chance to be a part of it and I jumped on it . So when I see people posting about their workouts, or other physical accomplishments, I don't get upset. Cause I have things in my life that people couldn't even touch no matter how many pushups they do.

Ouch

The CD of my Youth

Everyone has one. Everyone has that one or two CDs that remind them of their youth. The CD, that when played, can bring you back to times when being stupid was the norm and money wasn't part of the gig. That CD for me is The Click Down and Dirty. I can sing out loud every song from that EP. And I am talking about the original version and not that bullshit remix Jive Records put out a couple of year after the release. For me the The Click was everything I wanted to know about the Nor Cal gangster. It was all about repping your team and having your brothers' back. Or should I say Sohabs?  I mean what's better than some old school E-40,  D-Shot, B-Legit, and Suga-T? Songs like "Mr Flamboyant" and "Let's Get Drunk"  make today's music look like kiddie stuff. I think I was a freshman or sophomore in high school when I first listened to Down and Dirty. It literally changed my life. I have to give credit where credit is due and Darren Hair was the one that gave me my first listen to Vallejo's finest rap group. As I get older that CD for me was the one. I can't deny A Tribe Called Quest as another inspirational music group, but The Click brought it all together for me. "Ya I am hustler on the go"

Keep quiet. It's only Tuesday

I know it's only Tuesday, and I'm sick, but this weekend I am making a trip to South Lake Tahoe. It is for my soon to be brother in law Eric "Karl or Carl" Marks. I throw in the "Carl" to reference the children's book author Eric Carle and not the famous philosopher Karl Marx. Strangely enough they are both German . I bet for a minute you thought I was some sort of intellectual but I am merely a fan of books with pictures.
This weekend is his bachelor party. It's a one night event and probably one night is all we are going to need. South Lake Tahoe is almost like a hidden gem only known to Northern California locals. It is mostly a stop off from a weekend of skiing but to me it is a lot more. They have about six casinos that cater to the crowd passing through for a weekend getaway. I learned how to bet horses there and though I will always be grateful my wallet is not so lucky. I have also seen some Raider playoff games up there and was mesmerized by the Raider fans. I remember going up there and staying at THE BLOCK. It used to be a snowboarder motel with themed rooms. I have stayed in the Pac Man Room, The DVS Room, and the Vivid Room.  It was truly a sight. Always remember ,South Lake is cleaner than Reno, bigger than North Lake, and not as hectic or expensive as Vegas.

For The Love Of Chuck

I love him. I love Chuck. He doesn't go by Charles or Chaz . He goes by the name of Chuck Taylor. For me he usually comes in white, but he has thousands of other colors and sizes. To me he is the man. I have had him on my feet for over 14 years. It is safe to say that I am wearing Chucks ninety percent of the time . At first they were rigid and we didn't get along so well. I thought it was him and he thought it was me. But alas it was me that needed to conform to Chuck cause Chuck Taylor doesn't conform to anyone .

Nothing is fresher then a new pair of Chuck Taylors and a clean white T from Nordstrom. Nothing. The world is your oyster when draped in those two items . There is also something about getting a new pair dirty that brings complete satisfaction. I mean Chucks look good new but they look even better dirty. My Chucks have been to Mexico, Canada, Hawaii, NYC, Florida, Portugal, Italy ,and Spain. They are, to say the least, appreciative world travellers. I can't thank them enough for the good times we've had. Hopefully one day when I am in an old folks home, kids will come to visit me, and we'll both be wearing the finest shoes ever made, Chuck Taylors.

Back to the Pool

Not me but you get the picture

I jumped back in. Into the pool that is. It's the only full body exercise I can do now while trying to get back to 100%. Having a broken leg means that I can't carry around a 45 pound plate, jump rope, do squats,or go for a run. I thought I was pretty limited until I found the pool. Despite the look of my body I used to be a water polo player and swimmer. If you don't believe me I have people out there that can verify. And I am not one to hold on to old accolades but if you want to see my 1996 HS Water Polo Section Title give me a day and I will dig it out of the garage for you . I have played in Hawaii and even a few Junior Olympic events. I had a good shot but I was better at defense and was a heck of a two meter guard. 

Enough of the reflection of the past. I am back swimming again. Not in a Speedo but regular old swim trunks. Part of my American Citizenship states that I will never where a Speedo again upon US held territory. I swim about 1,000 yards three days a week. That is roughly 120 laps a week. It beats the hell out of riding a bike and trying to find certain exercises that don't incorporate the full use of my leg. And swimming makes me happy . At 285 pounds I know I can still swim a mile or more if I had too. So if you want to drown me you're going to have to at least drop me off five miles out at sea