It was a dark summer morning, much like any other (slightly darker due to the arrival of September), and I trudged my way to CrossFit Stamford half-asleep, teetering just on the edge of 6 am as I walked through the door of the aromatic gym that has come to encompass so many emotions this summer. I was feeling especially nostalgic seeing as I have approximately 2 days remaining at CFS before I head west to move onto the next adventure beneath the stars. I went through the daily routine of stretching and warm ups as I anxiously awaited what was to come. Little did I know, the WOD (workout of the day) of the summer was in store.
Really - there was nothing special about it.
I just happened to think that today's WOD was the most fun, challenging, and rewarding (I almost missed the train after because I could barely run!). In fact I'm pretty sure I will be recovering from this one for a little while.
But since I have made some literary mountains out of molehills, I will share my top 3 WODs from this summer:
1) September 1 - Jumping Mary
10 Rounds for Time:
5 Seated OH Press (25lbs)
10 Pistols
30 Double Unders
TIME - 28:20
2) August 25 - "Quadtastic"
6 Min AMRAP
15 Front Squats (75)
15 OH walking lunges (25)
15 Burpees onto plate (1 armed)
Rest 6 minutes and repeat
TOTAL REPS: 219
3) July 6 - Tino's Two WOD Death (Welcome Back to CrossFit!)
Buy In - 800m/750m Row
5 Rounds:
25 Swings
20 Walking Lunges
15 Burpees
800m Run
TIME: About 30 minutes
After a little less than 50 total WODs at CFS this summer, it has been a GREAT time with a lot of great people. My double-unders are finally shaping up and pull ups are on their way. My OLY technique is just about down - can't wait to get some weight on there! I still have 2 more WODs, and who knows, they might put these WODs to shame. Crossing my fingers for HSPU and 2 armed burpees with a fully healed wrist next month!
Top Paleo Recipes coming up next!
Check out: www.crossfitstamford.com
"Make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty."
- Jon Krakauer (Into the Wild)
- Jon Krakauer (Into the Wild)
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Powerful Words from a Powerful Man - Steve Jobs Commencement Speech '05
Steve Jobs, who stepped down as CEO of Apple Wednesday after having been on medical leave, reflected on his life, career and mortality in a well-known commencement address at Stanford University in 2005.
Here, read the text of of that address:
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much.
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424053111903596904576520690515394766.html#ixzz1W0E0oNcw
Here, read the text of of that address:
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much.
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424053111903596904576520690515394766.html#ixzz1W0E0oNcw
Monday, August 8, 2011
A Mid-Summer's Nugget Dream
It has been a good three months since I last posted. Three months flew by! My absence has been somewhat reflective of my mental and physical state: just trying to recover from the season, while keeping up with the rest of my life. None the less, my days have been filled with dreams of snow. I am dripping with envy everytime I sign on facebook and see a new picture or post from Mt. Hood or Argentina.
I left off in May with my wrist in a red cast. The cast came off around finals at the end of June with my bone "65%" healed. The tan was one in a million.
I was released into the world with a splint. I moved back to CT to start my summer job after an amazing week backpacking with the greatest group of campers ever.
The daily attire switched quickly from camp rally
to business casual.

I filled my days with crossfit workouts
and paleo dinners...

I packed my weekends full of adventure.

We lost a great dog who had been a part of our family for 14 years. (We still miss her everyday, but are more than thankful for the great memories. )
My 21st birthday came and went and I drank my first beer EVER ;)
Crossfit games consumed everybody's* lives
*(aka the small community of Crossfit Stamford)
And I've gotten lots of good time with family and friends.

And now, here I am, halfway through summer... I like to say I've grown and gotten a little bit older and a little bit stronger. However, my wrist likes to differ. 5 months later my scaphoid is still broken. Looks like my bones are just about as stubborn as I am...
So the recovery continues. I am taking each day one step at a time, putting any big decisions about my future on hold until I know anything for sure. While being stuck in this gray area of unknown is incredibly frustrating, it has given me the opportunity (or rather forced me) to live in the moment. While the 8:30 to 5:30 office job and 5 am workouts isn't exactly butterflies and mountain climbs and meadows, I am able to view my life through a different lens for a little bit, and there is nothing wrong with that.
I've got plenty of projects on my plate for the rest of the summer, and will be sure to update soon with my favorite paleo recipes, best crossfit WOD, and summer reflections.
Until then, I leave you this little nugget of winter in the dead heat of summer...
Never stop dreaming!
Friday, May 6, 2011
The Waiting Game
Red is the new hot color. Well, at least for my new cast.
Went to the doctor a week ago for my post-op appointment. Things went well, no major post surgery glitches, arm still intact. As suspected, the fracture had not quite healed yet so I got put in my 3rd hard cast for 4 weeks. I tried to get the cast tech to give me some stripes, but he wasn't too amused, so I settled for fire engine red (the other options being black, blue, and clear... COME ON Stanford hospital... allocate your funds where it matters!).
So the big question is what's next?
Well, I wait. I fill these next three weeks with lots of exercise, clean eating, stretching, sleep, and schoolwork, and then I find out what's next. This is no excuse for me to slack on anything! Except maybe racquet sports. Otherwise, I'm still in the game... I've got the ultimate club arm!
Until then, I'm gonna enjoy this beautiful weather and wear my flashy red cast proud.
Cast tan is the new goggle tan, Duh.
Check out some of these great blogs to optimize how you look, feel, and act:
www.gymnasticswod.com
www.mobilitywod.com
www.whole9life.com
Went to the doctor a week ago for my post-op appointment. Things went well, no major post surgery glitches, arm still intact. As suspected, the fracture had not quite healed yet so I got put in my 3rd hard cast for 4 weeks. I tried to get the cast tech to give me some stripes, but he wasn't too amused, so I settled for fire engine red (the other options being black, blue, and clear... COME ON Stanford hospital... allocate your funds where it matters!).
So the big question is what's next?
Well, I wait. I fill these next three weeks with lots of exercise, clean eating, stretching, sleep, and schoolwork, and then I find out what's next. This is no excuse for me to slack on anything! Except maybe racquet sports. Otherwise, I'm still in the game... I've got the ultimate club arm!
Until then, I'm gonna enjoy this beautiful weather and wear my flashy red cast proud.
Cast tan is the new goggle tan, Duh.
Check out some of these great blogs to optimize how you look, feel, and act:
www.gymnasticswod.com
www.mobilitywod.com
www.whole9life.com
Friday, April 22, 2011
Take 2 Minutes
Life comes at you fast. One minute you will be dodging the speeding bullet coming right at your face, then the next it turns out you moved right into the path of a bludgeon that will hit you from behind. There is not a lot we can do about it, or really prepare ourselves for it. I guess that's when you just gotta roll with the punches.
I've been feeling pretty punched this week. Last week I was running around and working out, then this weekend I could barely even leave bed. I had four days notice to get on top of my work and my life. Life doesn't just stop for you when you need it to. No, it keeps going full force and you better sprint fast because if you don't catch up soon you are only going to fall further behind. I have been in full sprint mode, stepping one foot in front of the other, stuck so deep in the moment just trying not to fall over. The problem with sprinting is that it exhausts you and makes it really easy to forget how far you've come and only focus on how far you have to go.
But you can't sprint forever (it's physiologically proven!)...
The sprint is the grind. It's that dark tunnel that you have to figure your own way out of. It's one punch after another. Phrase it anyway you want... It's just life.
I've been so busy scrambling to get out of the rut I'm in, I forgot to notice what a beautiful, amazing place my rut is in.
I feel like I could describe my life in a million metaphors right now, but I finally got the chance to just stop for a minute (2 minutes) today and take a deep breath and smell the trees and the flowers and the grass (appropriate because it's earth day). I couldn't help but smile. I didn't need to go anywhere or escape... it was all around me.
Life can beat you down, hard, but I think we are all stronger than we realize. It's important to follow your passion and your dreams and to strive to be the best, but sometimes we need to stop and recognize the simple things that exist as a part of our daily lives.
So take 2 minutes, appreciate the earth, appreciate the people, its all so much bigger than you or me.
Then get on your way and chase those dreams!
Also, check it out:
http://snowboardgreen.blogspot.com/
I've been feeling pretty punched this week. Last week I was running around and working out, then this weekend I could barely even leave bed. I had four days notice to get on top of my work and my life. Life doesn't just stop for you when you need it to. No, it keeps going full force and you better sprint fast because if you don't catch up soon you are only going to fall further behind. I have been in full sprint mode, stepping one foot in front of the other, stuck so deep in the moment just trying not to fall over. The problem with sprinting is that it exhausts you and makes it really easy to forget how far you've come and only focus on how far you have to go.
But you can't sprint forever (it's physiologically proven!)...
The sprint is the grind. It's that dark tunnel that you have to figure your own way out of. It's one punch after another. Phrase it anyway you want... It's just life.
I've been so busy scrambling to get out of the rut I'm in, I forgot to notice what a beautiful, amazing place my rut is in.
I feel like I could describe my life in a million metaphors right now, but I finally got the chance to just stop for a minute (2 minutes) today and take a deep breath and smell the trees and the flowers and the grass (appropriate because it's earth day). I couldn't help but smile. I didn't need to go anywhere or escape... it was all around me.
Life can beat you down, hard, but I think we are all stronger than we realize. It's important to follow your passion and your dreams and to strive to be the best, but sometimes we need to stop and recognize the simple things that exist as a part of our daily lives.
So take 2 minutes, appreciate the earth, appreciate the people, its all so much bigger than you or me.
Then get on your way and chase those dreams!
Also, check it out:
http://snowboardgreen.blogspot.com/
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Naka Family
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Starting off on the Nugget Road to Recovery
It has been a hot minute since I last updated my blog. Mostly because everything just happened so fast! Following Vermont I went back to Utah for two weeks to pack my stuff and ride park city for a couple of days. It was a fun two weeks, but I just took it easy because I found out that i actually did have a scaphoid fracture. I was casted up in a pretty purple cast and sent on my way to go get it rechecked a few weeks later. Did not think much of it because the doctor said it was close to my arm so it would be good (silly PC doctors). Had an awesome roadtrip back to the bay, stopping at Tahoe for the weekend. Started school, started working out at crossfit again, and filled my weekends with Tahoe and Kesem. Of course I missed Utah but I was really excited about my classes and happy to see my friends, so I got wrapped up in the whirlwind that is Stanford really quickly.
Monday, April 11th I went to the doctor to go get a new cast after an awesome weekend in Tahoe with the alums. After an xray, Dr. Yao explained to me that the blood to your scaphoid (a bone that already gets no blood) enters in by the thumb so I had fractured my bone pretty much in the worst place possible AND I had not healed in a month. So after walking into the Dr. to get a new cast, I walked out in a new cast and with a surgery date in 4 days to put a screw in my wrist.
This week was a total blur (I swear it wasn't just the pain meds!). Life just went on... I went to class, I played soccer, I went to work out, I dug in the garden, I moved into my new room... I barely had any time to think, let alone get nervous. My phone died permanently on me on Tuesday night (probably a blessing in disguise), so I wasn't even able to get a second opinion... I just did it!
So yesterday, Friday, April 15th, I got surgery! Piece of cake compared to ACL surgery. Plus I was surrounded by awesome people. Anu drove me to the hospital bright and early. Came out of the hospital full of happy juice and my right arm was entirely numb... I felt great! Carl and Zach the Intern were AWESOME and came all the way from SF to hang for a bit after I got out. I am so lucky to have such an awesome support group in my life. I was smiling all day and I know it wasn't just the drugs. Also thank you to everybody who sent me a text, wrote me a facebook, or gave me a call, you are all amazing. I wasn't even lonely when I was by myself!
so now I am on the nugget road to recovery! Pain is only temporary, and hopefully I can start working out again this week! Will keep updating when I am not on painkillers and am able to type with two hands. Thank you so much for all of the support, and I can't wait until I can use my right hand again! Pictures to come
http://youtu.be/j3YrNSw5a2I
Monday, April 11th I went to the doctor to go get a new cast after an awesome weekend in Tahoe with the alums. After an xray, Dr. Yao explained to me that the blood to your scaphoid (a bone that already gets no blood) enters in by the thumb so I had fractured my bone pretty much in the worst place possible AND I had not healed in a month. So after walking into the Dr. to get a new cast, I walked out in a new cast and with a surgery date in 4 days to put a screw in my wrist.
This week was a total blur (I swear it wasn't just the pain meds!). Life just went on... I went to class, I played soccer, I went to work out, I dug in the garden, I moved into my new room... I barely had any time to think, let alone get nervous. My phone died permanently on me on Tuesday night (probably a blessing in disguise), so I wasn't even able to get a second opinion... I just did it!
So yesterday, Friday, April 15th, I got surgery! Piece of cake compared to ACL surgery. Plus I was surrounded by awesome people. Anu drove me to the hospital bright and early. Came out of the hospital full of happy juice and my right arm was entirely numb... I felt great! Carl and Zach the Intern were AWESOME and came all the way from SF to hang for a bit after I got out. I am so lucky to have such an awesome support group in my life. I was smiling all day and I know it wasn't just the drugs. Also thank you to everybody who sent me a text, wrote me a facebook, or gave me a call, you are all amazing. I wasn't even lonely when I was by myself!
so now I am on the nugget road to recovery! Pain is only temporary, and hopefully I can start working out again this week! Will keep updating when I am not on painkillers and am able to type with two hands. Thank you so much for all of the support, and I can't wait until I can use my right hand again! Pictures to come
http://youtu.be/j3YrNSw5a2I
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