tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84202271740853963122024-02-07T20:21:34.759-05:00DOOLEY NOTED - 6 months/60 lbsIt's not what you say. Its how you say it.Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.comBlogger255125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-80983958864839041772015-02-25T16:31:00.003-05:002015-02-25T16:34:35.790-05:00My thoughts on camels, kittens, toes to bar... and being F'n late.Sup Sup...<br />
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Guess what day it is... yo, mike, mike, mike, mike...its... Wednesday. <br />
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Ya, I'm over the whole camel, hump day thing. It was great for a few minutes, but there are some commercials that just run their course. I feel like hump day has been a thing for... well... ever. So throwing a camel at it was cute, but it's not like you invented a day... so, moving on.<br />
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Had to take a rest day yesterday... Despite the fact that I was bragging about my performance on Sunday, which don't get me wrong... was freaking superb... I may have possibly bruised a rib, while using ninja like skills to maintain balance after falling off a box during the "box jump overs". <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCXtNqdATtDgKU8huJ9CVPa00CnCxMtykUm-glMjA7mMu0fDRaeiLP9vqq6DVyeFORPYXiW82X231xpiav6Y5Dpdu27UIKvFPJdiaSjicTpAm_JUDADZJtHqKtwdsZzLSLOKrlUwzGBQg/s1600/untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCXtNqdATtDgKU8huJ9CVPa00CnCxMtykUm-glMjA7mMu0fDRaeiLP9vqq6DVyeFORPYXiW82X231xpiav6Y5Dpdu27UIKvFPJdiaSjicTpAm_JUDADZJtHqKtwdsZzLSLOKrlUwzGBQg/s1600/untitled.png" /></a>I know... I know... its always sad when you realize a hero is mortal... we all know it's true, but its like... Santa shouldn't have his beard around his neck, smoking a butt, drinking a pepsi outside macy's.... it just ruins it. <br />
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So I went back on Monday and did the workout and you can ask MagicMike... everytime I re-racked the weight I made a noise that sounded like a small kitten was trapped in my throat... Very high pitched... which I am bringing back to be the manly way to lift. Anyone can grunt, but only truly manly can squeal like a kitten being murdered. Anyways... there was noticeable discomfort. Had to take Tuesday off completely and eat Chinese food. Only option in that scenario....<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvHWbfPMSxwOJCmGk0K-TxsST7jMx0R5RlI43dFgREjVVnnbKf_2LQGgZf4Ba4s75bTdnufLFTGbQP7Uf6pnMfCUOODEXN0HorEd-8ICvSjmuaWx79BL-bmY8bnpF-FUoQ-lIi5jrBykk/s1600/images9DI29O79.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvHWbfPMSxwOJCmGk0K-TxsST7jMx0R5RlI43dFgREjVVnnbKf_2LQGgZf4Ba4s75bTdnufLFTGbQP7Uf6pnMfCUOODEXN0HorEd-8ICvSjmuaWx79BL-bmY8bnpF-FUoQ-lIi5jrBykk/s1600/images9DI29O79.jpg" /></a>Fast forward to a sweet Wednesday session. I was 3 minutes late to class, which essentially ruins my day... I have very few OCD traits... and unmade bed and being late are pretty much it. I have a beef with perpetually late people. Be on Time. That simple... just be on Fr*cking time. People that always blame traffic, draw attention to their inability to leave at the appropriate time to account for this factor... and don't even get me started on people that just resign themselves to being late always, so they don't even try.... i'm here, you're not... we had an agreed upon time... Social contract. I personally think you should get to punch someone square in the chest if they are late on 2 consecutive occasions (exception, someone died... and even then, what you can't call and re-schedule).<br />
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See.... look how far off track that put me. Moving on... again. I hit the Wod and we banged out some respectable deadlifts. I felt a little tenderness in my ribs so I didn't get as heavy as I wanted. I ended up capping out at 335 lbs for 3 reps. Not bad, but not great. The Wod itself was a the real strong point.... I've never done RX in a WOD that included "knees to elbow" or "toes to bar"... today I did. 14 minute EMOM (even minute / odd minute) 6 deadlifts (65% of 3 rep heavy) and 3 K2E+3T2B.... I smoked that and still had energy enough to bang out 2 consecutive strict pull ups.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImNOF4nXUaaZPNZUd7kBvxEEiZ9TcPQnaHvxua3YY-TK6MH4lnchyphenhyphenKjNvVT5AJg0dbmtZ4NRDbgN3z6o5gfs7AjtGympMg-Dqs7knxSGDtLE8pDiXsIpTFiTFXaI8TvNAr6JCxtDMZYI/s1600/imagesF7QIFKJK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImNOF4nXUaaZPNZUd7kBvxEEiZ9TcPQnaHvxua3YY-TK6MH4lnchyphenhyphenKjNvVT5AJg0dbmtZ4NRDbgN3z6o5gfs7AjtGympMg-Dqs7knxSGDtLE8pDiXsIpTFiTFXaI8TvNAr6JCxtDMZYI/s1600/imagesF7QIFKJK.jpg" /></a>I am rocking and yes... rolling. Signed up for the April competition and my partner is the incomparable Morgan... .so yea... I have to step the game up if my partner is going to be a current college athlete.... Feeling good, feeling strong. So get at it people... Tomorrow is coming.Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-91440043587439794522015-02-24T12:36:00.005-05:002015-02-24T12:42:08.726-05:00PR... WOD... and a rant about Home Depot... oh ya.Sup Sup...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKClBmP-ch5uwmZWsVI2seEfW1kR6vdrNPoNjxiLNq4bg991Eul6OK4DKkvGpbVLRAun0rTyTU1bYJuCPFwoh3WvjZL555RioM9vPh8D7lEG1WAsXOvfRHJ5vrnwJMeoVbsjnZzPHFjxE/s1600/andel+devil+.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKClBmP-ch5uwmZWsVI2seEfW1kR6vdrNPoNjxiLNq4bg991Eul6OK4DKkvGpbVLRAun0rTyTU1bYJuCPFwoh3WvjZL555RioM9vPh8D7lEG1WAsXOvfRHJ5vrnwJMeoVbsjnZzPHFjxE/s1600/andel+devil+.png" height="237" width="320" /></a>It's Tuesday and oh brother what a day.... So... yesterday wrapped up nicely. I was feeling like crap and wanted to eat something tasty but bad for me. I came to the negotiation table with this... devil ryan on my left shoulder can order dinner if we get a work out in. Angel ryan on my right shoulder gets healthy food if we are going to sit around like the sloth that we truly are deep down....<br />
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Devil ryan won. Hit the box for a PR on the front squat. 295 lbs... very respectable in my book. I think I could've even gone a little more, but I am still a little banged up from Sunday's WODs. Then our boy Eddie Kettlebell, set the bar high with a time of 6:02 Rx (53 lbs kettlebells/ push ups - sequence 30/5, 20/10, 10/20, 5/30).... I may or may not have talked a little smack before eddie left to go do whatever is a young mocha skinned man does on a Monday...<br />
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I went hard in the WOD and seriously tried to beat his time.. but son of a biscuit (that's funny because it's the name of the WOD) if Eddie didn't beat me by a minute. Credit where credit is due... but still i'm still better looking so deal with that eddie....<br />
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Wrapped up and prize for the night was a small buffalo chicken pizza... not exactly diet friendly... but oh my god.... it's what jesus would have had at the last supper if Holbrook House of Pizza was in Jerusalem.... They barely deliver to S. Weymouth... so, sorry jesus.<br />
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Then comes Tuesday... unfortunately the sheets of ice claimed another victim this morning. The old Surgeon General had a misstep that left her sprawling in the drive way. I promptely hopped to, and headed out to get some salt for the drive way and our paths. <br />
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This is where the wheels come off the bus... I took a jaunt down to old "Home Depot"... or as I like to call it... "Condescension interchange". There are few places on earth that you can run across someone that may or may not be able to tie their own shoes, but feel completely confident in mocking your lack of knowledge in a very specific area. <br />
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Starters.... bro... you wear tiny orange apron to work... so, don't break a hip as you climb off that high horse.... secondly... since i'm clearly here to further your financial stability by investing my hard earned dollars into this particular capitalist venture.... how about a "good morning" or just "morning"... either would work. <br />
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I inquired about where I could get some salt for the driveway, and he laughed out loud and said... "ya we're out." I say, "Oh that sucks, how about sand." To which he replied with a smirk, "no, but I don't know why you would want that. It doesn't help deteriorate the ice, just covers up the problem. You need salt. Why would you use sand?"<br />
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I chose this moment to say. "Ok, thanks" and promptly walk away before offering the thought of ::deep breath:: "I don't know where you get off talking down to me, when I'm clearly here looking for assistance. If you asked me for help in my job, I wouldn't look down on you for not understanding financial and tax implications caused by the use of varying inco-terms. No, I would offer you assistance or direct you to someone who can. Yes you have the market cornered on knowledge about homegoods, but it'll be someone from my side of the world that comes up with the kiosk that will one day replace your wrinkled ass... A small computerized stand that I can come into and have an interactive experience with perky digital prompts on inventory and what I might need for home projects. You are not a special snowflake, you are an elderly person highered under some tax code, that provides home depot with a monetary benefit... cuz trust me the internet knows more than you... by the way.... Good morning"....<br />
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But... alas... I just walked to my car and left the carriage I was pushing in the most inconvenient snow bank I could find... and went to lowe's... great people at lowe's... so... ya know... go to lowe's.<br />
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love ya, bye bye.Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-7877739683896805842015-02-23T10:37:00.000-05:002015-02-23T10:37:12.084-05:00Valentines dinner and Crossfit Subdued Grand OpeningSup Sup...<br />
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How was everyone's weekend? Just another Monday morning here in the commonwealth. Just slipping and sliding all over the newly formed sheets of ice. I feel like we all celebrated a little pre-maturely yesterday.... Horray the temperature is above freezing... the snow is starting to melt... just in time for nightfall where the temperatutres fall back below freezing... all the retreating snow then becomes dreaded "ice ball" snow balls and sheets of ice under snow... camouflaged death traps.<br />
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Still... it was nice to not feel like the air was stabbing me in the face. So, i'm calling it a win.<br />
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Saturday was low key, which was good because I am old and staying out till 2 in the morning made me pretty much a waste of space. Got a good workout in on Saturday morning. 3 man partner WOD. 20 min amrap (45 deadlift / 45 cal row / 45 front squats... broken up anyway you want, so we did 15 reps per person per round). I did Rx and felt pretty well beat, then we rolled to the Weymouth club and I got in a 1/4 mile swim.<br />
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Here's where it gets interesting... came home and was absolutely exhausted... caught a 2 hour nap mid day... doesn't get any better than that. I mean seriously.... its the stuff that makes you think twice about having kids... I laid down started watching Netflix and surrendered all hope of consciousness. out like I was hit by a tranquilizer dart. Woke up... and met a friend for drinks. <br />
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I had 3 coors lights (22 oz) at Chile's and I was wrecked. I mean... sober January... has essentially made me a lightweight. I was 1/2 way through the 3rd when I had to look at the surgeon general and give her the keys.... If I had money or looks, i'd say someone slipped me a mickey... but i'm pretty sure i'm just a candy-ass.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Xd5WQAWHDmS8NGOvaTPM5IY0-2p0G1yaH8zwA3S_hyphenhyphenk9vLAI8wdft7wwrATF0KK_MhzdQztv34kHYfXk5Vks5eRk0AUG6Ui3NTnkxiCM8B5rzDqcbdkgTogIF63r7WsGY916Y_jMqGo/s1600/beer+crossfit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Xd5WQAWHDmS8NGOvaTPM5IY0-2p0G1yaH8zwA3S_hyphenhyphenk9vLAI8wdft7wwrATF0KK_MhzdQztv34kHYfXk5Vks5eRk0AUG6Ui3NTnkxiCM8B5rzDqcbdkgTogIF63r7WsGY916Y_jMqGo/s1600/beer+crossfit.jpg" /></a>The place was rocking and the wods were going off every 15 minutes. 10 minute amrap (multiple scaling options) 10 ring rows, 20 ground to overhead, 20 box jump overs. Doesn't sound bad on paper but it sneaks up on you. smoke like a pork shoulder my friend. Did the 1st one with the surgeon general... thanks again to king Kupah for blowing up the Nelly during that WOD... he just gets me, ya know... Then our boy MagicMike showed up and needed a partner... I joined him for a second round... despite the 2 beers I drank immediately after the first wod... <br />
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nearly puked... nearly ate it coming off a box jump over... nearly cried like a little girl... but it got done.<br />
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Great day all around. So here's to the freakin weekend... and Happy Monday.<br />
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Dude... that was a hell of a WOD. We did the 13.1 wod which is essentially an ass beating courtesy of Burpees and Snatch. <br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.0.$end:0:$0:0">Proceed through the sequence below completing as many reps as possible in 17 minutes of:</span><br data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.0.$end:0:$1:0" /><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.0.$end:0:$2:0">40 Burpees</span><br data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.0.$end:0:$3:0" /><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.0.$end:0:$4:0">30 Snatch (75/45)</span></span><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><br data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$1:0" /><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$2:0">30 Burpees</span><br data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$3:0" /><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$4:0">30 Snatch (135/75)</span><br data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$5:0" /><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$6:0">20 Burpees</span><br data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$7:0" /><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$8:0">30 Snatch (165/100)</span><br data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$9:0" /><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$10:0">10 burpees</span><br data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$11:0" /><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0">Snatch (210120) as many reps as possible</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0"></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0">That sucked... I got 125 reps Rx... which I am pleased with, but it took like 20 minutes to suck enough air to feel comfortable getting behind the wheel. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0"></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ_xor5Kq-iDJYvMv_uw74iDTB_djIjehCSqYg1UTPafz7yHv338MebELSiBwlUylYYtz61utOrVp2fYJOfPyP45RJOHHsIScYNUgj5jo0ZUNUf-uQDaBV6srHNQ_lzEVq0lR-VrkQVwM/s1600/spartacus+.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ_xor5Kq-iDJYvMv_uw74iDTB_djIjehCSqYg1UTPafz7yHv338MebELSiBwlUylYYtz61utOrVp2fYJOfPyP45RJOHHsIScYNUgj5jo0ZUNUf-uQDaBV6srHNQ_lzEVq0lR-VrkQVwM/s1600/spartacus+.png" /></a><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0">So... as I sauntered about Crossfit Subdued today, I couldn't help but draw the analogies to the show Spartacus (starz/Netflix)... 4 seasons available on Netflix right now. watch it!</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0"></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0">So Spartacus (coach Chris) is recruited into service as the champion of the ludus (Bayshore)... Over time he revolts and then leads the slave rebellion. Marching his minions into the shadows of Pompeii (Randolph).... where they free others and dispense violence in the form of WODs... i'm telling you this show is amazing... lot of parallels.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYIkKSB_Zjl6zA7fMxd0SPN-nxLzcCJoHfDOa3jhAbUQ7gYYIb4I9SJsoSLFkcIgIEX6OLUHPwSBmhVr8icbGMBc25wQdBS9fZ1CI1m7xMYYV6TjqyqXQ-oTMdOEeEe_eEqIT1a4ZzDyY/s1600/ganacus.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYIkKSB_Zjl6zA7fMxd0SPN-nxLzcCJoHfDOa3jhAbUQ7gYYIb4I9SJsoSLFkcIgIEX6OLUHPwSBmhVr8icbGMBc25wQdBS9fZ1CI1m7xMYYV6TjqyqXQ-oTMdOEeEe_eEqIT1a4ZzDyY/s1600/ganacus.png" /></a><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0">I like to think of myself as Ganacus. former champion turned drunken fool. Still got skills and a moral code but likes a good bender.... and slave girls just falling all over him....</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0"></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0">Doctorae is obviously all our coaches.... beating us with whips during raging training sessions... and anytime you get an idea that you're on their level, they just smoke you like it's no thing... </span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0">I've debated a bit on this, but I think crixus is my Bosnian brother.... crazy champ style athlete... with a lady (edita/navia) that also will beat you up and down the WOD....</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0"></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0">I'm still working on the other characters, but i'm open to suggestions. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0"></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0">Lemme know and hey... have a happy Friday to all the slaves and romans.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".7w.1:3:1:$comment338387243022751_338387539689388:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$12:0"></span></span></span></span></span>Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-69834567695360959072015-02-20T07:25:00.000-05:002015-02-20T07:25:34.811-05:00So... i've been told i talk about crossfit too much.It's Friday night and I feel all right.... the party's here on the west side.<br />
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That's a little montell to get your engines running on this brisk Friday morning. I missed yesterday's entry because frankly it was a day off of working out and my life was pretty bland. Nothing of note really.<br />
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Only thing of note from yesterday.... I was informed that I have become "one of those people" that talks about crossfit too much. Well... be still my beating heart. How about that? Oh how your words do injure me so. <br />
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For one thing, I honestly didn't realize it. It makes sense that it has become a large part of my daily subject matter, if for no other reason than it is basically my only hobby. I essentially gave up drinking, so there are less bar room antics. My job, although good, is quite boring... unless you are wowed by international commerce.... and I have dedicated myself to trying to get back into real shape. so ya.... my excersise regiment has become a core part of my day....<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirbsb3fbI3lS96weOY-k3VcwRmGE67gk7HO_w69L_qVGsMoz0nJ566cEoibmWWOSKBUPyV7qOaY918OTenppKVbAL7WA6zdl5sbn-cBlqLWJ5ktPAin6JkUmtb4xucZ6pY0LotaK-wljQ/s1600/sorry+not+sorry+.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirbsb3fbI3lS96weOY-k3VcwRmGE67gk7HO_w69L_qVGsMoz0nJ566cEoibmWWOSKBUPyV7qOaY918OTenppKVbAL7WA6zdl5sbn-cBlqLWJ5ktPAin6JkUmtb4xucZ6pY0LotaK-wljQ/s1600/sorry+not+sorry+.png" height="224" width="320" /></a>Second thing.... What is the problem with facebooking, blogging, or talking about it. Me... personally... I like talking to others about it, because of the shared interpersonal accountability. How many times do you drag yourself off a comfortable couch to go hit the box, because deep down you told someone you were planning on going and didn't want to be a no show for them? Happens to me fairly frequently. <br />
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third and probably the most relevant.... ::deep breath in:: Who the hell cares what anyone thinks about crossfit or how I go about my business. Feel free to unfollow or unfriend me on facebook if my daily "check in @ _____ " is getting in the way of you posting dumb ass animal videos, pictures of your kids, comments on traffic, comments on weather, right wing rants about crap you don't even Geo-politically understand... or left wing rants about stuff you feign interest in so you don't feel out of touch with the little people. <br />
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No more courtesy laughs from Dools.... If I can't talk about what I want... then everyone else will now know how uninterested I am in the stuff that they want to talk about.<br />
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happy Friday boys and girls..... Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-85366598633417492762015-02-18T21:14:00.000-05:002015-02-18T21:14:49.278-05:00New day... new year... Spartacus?Sup sup... <br />
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So whats the good word party people? Haven't been on the blog-o-sphere in while, but I decided it's time to get busy living or get busy dying.<br />
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So here's whats happening in these parts. Same job, same house, same stuff... different day. Only real change is that this is the "Year of Ryan"... As some may know, my jersey number was 33.. my favorite number is 33... and I am in my 33rd year of living. This is the year of year's my friends.<br />
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Because of this I am making all efforts to be healthier, happier, and in general... better. <br />
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now I know what you're thinking... Dools... did Da Vinci try to improve the mona lisa? Didn't snoop tell us "Perfection is perfected, so i'm a let em' understand"? You are correct, but hey there is always room for jell-o (just ask cosby... too soon?) and there is always room for improvement in oneself.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisnWiDY3J03MQuR74yUtnc1XphJRVNv008xPg6nY8oHUL6gs2b5472EBwqoptXXzSvSb4-ia1q7WqFwi4bXMF-sJnOB2jRrXBpvelYtUNu091oYPUeVjhd9EytAaRlwMQEobiVH7qastc/s1600/CFS.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisnWiDY3J03MQuR74yUtnc1XphJRVNv008xPg6nY8oHUL6gs2b5472EBwqoptXXzSvSb4-ia1q7WqFwi4bXMF-sJnOB2jRrXBpvelYtUNu091oYPUeVjhd9EytAaRlwMQEobiVH7qastc/s1600/CFS.png" height="320" width="320" /></a>I am going to try to be more creative and get back into the bloggins... I'm going to try and push forward on a few professional plans... and I am going to try and become a competitive athlete again. That is not to say i'll be able to get the whole pie this year... but lets shoot the moon.<br />
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So... I took a break from being competitive, post college. I just felt that I wasn't enjoying the activities because I was looking for that victory feeling... I realized there was a whole genre of enjoyment just in the participation of sports. Do not misunderstand... I believe growing up should be competitive, but at a certain point, one has to say, "i did what I came to do... back her down".<br />
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I do miss the thrill of competition and as per that... I have begun to take crossfit more seriously. I think this is a great stepping stone in my goals to get back in shape and get on the red carpet for some much needed camera time.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1fxQWSehohGxkj5QizggHY-QHl4J-V4aJXh0d3E7zJJ_zagcoADnAbKulU891wi3PESu1rw2tl3TyAF-pCwluy_qIyjyTkGJ-povIseJcMkRod24mmGVIGvIjDisX9SM4y_E2laUI_00/s1600/spartacus+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1fxQWSehohGxkj5QizggHY-QHl4J-V4aJXh0d3E7zJJ_zagcoADnAbKulU891wi3PESu1rw2tl3TyAF-pCwluy_qIyjyTkGJ-povIseJcMkRod24mmGVIGvIjDisX9SM4y_E2laUI_00/s1600/spartacus+.jpg" /></a>Our head coach at Bayshore Crossfit... has lead a revolution (a la Spartacus). He spun off and is endeavoring in his own venture. I am now a member at <a href="http://crossfitsubdued.com/" target="_blank">Crossfit Subdued</a> in Randolph. Stay tuned for more info on that... and be prepared for an avalanche of Spartacus references, because frankly I've been watchin that on Netflix and it is the best thing since cured meats...<br />
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Lastly everyone should check out the show "kingdom"... it is sons of anarchy, but it centers around an MMA gym instead of motorcycles... watch it, love it, thank me later.<br />
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Peace out home skillets....Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-64603383047907588202014-08-27T21:27:00.001-04:002014-08-27T21:27:02.923-04:00Paleo diet - Day 3Sup Sup!<br />
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Day 3... in like lion out like a lamb. Am I right? <br />
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Nothing big going on today. Work work work all day long, Work all day while I sing this song. Wish I had excited tales to tell, but I do not. I got up, went into the city for a meeting, back to the house, then email extravaganza until 6:30 WOD at BSCF.<br />
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Good one today though. Coach Dusty was in rare form today. Beating us like we stole something out there. Warm up was fun and creative. Played HORSE with wall balls. Good stuff...<br />
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That's it for today... exciting things on the diet though... see below.<br />
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<strong><u>PALEO - DAY 3 - 8/27/14</u></strong><strong>Attitude</strong>: "Run the numbers again... that can't be right"<br /><strong>Weight</strong>: 265 lbs<br /><strong>Workout</strong>: Yes<br /><br /><strong>Breakfast</strong> - Large Iced Hazelnut coffee, skim milk, 1 sugar, 3 eggs, 4 slices bacon<br /><strong>Lunch</strong> - Bowl of Paleo Chicken salad (freaking awesome!)<br /><strong>Dinner</strong> - Salad, Paleo chix salad on top, sugar free dressing, <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVSCIULa26GtJm2Yem7OTvmlauZYKh0xDEhMf48_3JPFrVyv-QIavgkkOQXmcpnlK2jr5FeIxJZORRQ39HB9cacrJBZyOSPgURNREc-1SCTsuz5q6SYJz3FdSvWWA1DVr0ARfqHPJKve8/s1600/gosling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVSCIULa26GtJm2Yem7OTvmlauZYKh0xDEhMf48_3JPFrVyv-QIavgkkOQXmcpnlK2jr5FeIxJZORRQ39HB9cacrJBZyOSPgURNREc-1SCTsuz5q6SYJz3FdSvWWA1DVr0ARfqHPJKve8/s1600/gosling.jpg" /></a>I know the meals were not very varied, but hey this chicken salad is the good stuff. <br />
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But what the hell! you believe that weight change. That is no typo. In 24 hours I am 5 lbs lighter. I feel like I can dunk, or at least set a school record in long jump. That is unreal results. <br />
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I am sure it is essentially the water weight from "no soda" coming off, but still. That's impressive to me. <br />
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At this rate, i'll be Somalian by Christmas... Ho ho ho like you read about son. <br />
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Peace be with you... and also with you.Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-12882758126682262062014-08-27T11:32:00.003-04:002014-08-27T11:32:23.472-04:00PALEO DIET: DAY 2Whats up good Paleo people?<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqlpXhIXO2vhlfvPwgdKW-26LgjX449qSZrOU-k5F4wpTHgT0oYVbvUPYt_5dWmgQEOBeK2YKO4Qq3vfanxt0vhby6mF3mConrkZGCCZYQuHrjupKw1VHFdMNQsNI4WNM-T8o_r_7-2g/s1600/abs.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqlpXhIXO2vhlfvPwgdKW-26LgjX449qSZrOU-k5F4wpTHgT0oYVbvUPYt_5dWmgQEOBeK2YKO4Qq3vfanxt0vhby6mF3mConrkZGCCZYQuHrjupKw1VHFdMNQsNI4WNM-T8o_r_7-2g/s1600/abs.png" /></a>The quest continues. The hunt for 6 muscles in my abdominal region rages on. Despite their absence for the past 14 years, searches are still optimistic they are nearby. Authorities are asking anyone that has any information on the abdominal muscles in question, to contact their nearest blogger.<br />
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So, ya... Still going strong deep into the 48th hour of this quest. Actually got off the couch too and hit up the gym yesterday for some Crossfit type mayhem. Bayshore Crossfit (BSCF) is where it went down. Did a solid warm up, followed by the equivalent of the Navy PRT, then the WOD.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpKo11rqp11TQP64UxK6RbqrStowyezy-Nypd6xohIaO1qjWvEWBnOsidOkwYDviQt4GBfgZXu9U3FL5QELR1of4XKFDZRsa4IjCQj-H-iOvOSD5Rw2GfdrH9SHxzxbVelnnFxm1kILH0/s1600/push+up.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpKo11rqp11TQP64UxK6RbqrStowyezy-Nypd6xohIaO1qjWvEWBnOsidOkwYDviQt4GBfgZXu9U3FL5QELR1of4XKFDZRsa4IjCQj-H-iOvOSD5Rw2GfdrH9SHxzxbVelnnFxm1kILH0/s1600/push+up.png" /></a>I say the Navy PRT because it is essentially the same thing with the exception of the 1.5 mile run. We did max push ups in/Sit ups in 2 minutes respectively. Then did max air squats in 2 minutes. All be it, I am about 1/2 of what I could do back in the early 2000's, I was not terribly disappointed. <br />
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For 1 thing it was a different era. We were all still spinning from Y2K, Colin Farrell was dramatic/action here, and Nelly was still riding high on a wave of songs that frankly have been unmatched to date.... Also, my form was tremendously better. As is common knowledge apparently to everyone but me, when you correct your form... you lose a little, but then gain it back and exceed previous results. Bottom line... I should get better soon.<br />
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Push ups - 32<br />
Sit ups - 60<br />
Air Squats - 60<br />
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The WOD was Dubs/burpees... so all in all... SUCKED! My dubs are actually pretty good now, but burpees... well. ya. moving on.<br />
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<strong><u>PALEO - DAY 2 - 8/26/14<br /></u></strong><strong>Attitude</strong>: "No Problems yet"<br /><strong>Weight</strong>: 270 lbs<br />
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Down a pound! Very happy about that. Still doing alright honestly. Most of the time I'm starving by now, but I am actually riding a pretty good wave of self control. Yay for me.<br />
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Weigh ins are every morning before any food. I'll keep that consistency and I'm doing it every day so as never to give myself that window of complacency. <br />
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Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-68053909600653164902014-08-26T16:52:00.000-04:002014-08-26T16:52:57.995-04:00PALEO DIET: DAY 1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNajax6_KZhejWcs2BjT7FwEkzsVsGiiwI83ECLKl80vFI9fS0WonaNR5HH_nHrDPM2z3FDFIKf0iJkShY2QeFtmDaMEh1iKSNYPzFcculhw_m1ZsyAzIqsz7w1-TqOW089c4VkQHVjr0/s1600/paleo3.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNajax6_KZhejWcs2BjT7FwEkzsVsGiiwI83ECLKl80vFI9fS0WonaNR5HH_nHrDPM2z3FDFIKf0iJkShY2QeFtmDaMEh1iKSNYPzFcculhw_m1ZsyAzIqsz7w1-TqOW089c4VkQHVjr0/s1600/paleo3.png" height="224" width="320" /></a>Getting Paleo Busy... again.<br />
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So the summer has essentially gone the way of the dodo for the year, and it is time for the 3 R's.... <br />
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Reflect, Re-plan, Re-bound... At the end of each summer I look back at the pictures from the Surgeon General and I's anniversary in May, Memorial Day, 4th of July, Falmouth Road Race, and Labor Day. Despite the fact that Labor day is yet to come... I've already had my annual spirit crush.<br />
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I look like crap in the pictures. Just flat out carrying too much Man around. I need to stop the non-sense and get down to business. I've run the gamut on the Paleo diet before. It is a tough beat to walk, but frankly I need to get on track.<br />
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So here is the deal... Some parties close to the situation, whom I will not specifically name (Kristen)... think I lack the "where-with-all" and down right dedication to lose the weight. Well you little red headed nay-sayer... I've got news for you. <br />
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You're probably right.<br />
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I'm going to try to stay as close to Paleo as possible, but I know already I can't do 100%. It is just to un-enjoyable. I am keeping my morning coffee, and the occasional salad dressing. I think that is a solid compromise in the grand scheme<br />
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It's a hard diet to stick to. Wildly inconvenient, doesn't taste as good, no pizza, essentially... it is my cold turkey heroin habit kick... in 4 days i'll be able to sympathize with my 12 step brethren. Fear not though because we're taking a new tact. <br />
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I've heard that daily logging of the food helps.... and it just so happens that I have my own blog... so suck a lemon world cuz i'm bringing it to you. <br />
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This will be my full blown diary of paleo diet... aka Operation "Miserable"... So as they say Comedy is Tragedy + time... enjoy you sadistic bastards.<br />
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<strong><u>PALEO - DAY 1 - 8/25/14</u></strong><br />
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<strong>Attitude</strong>: "i'll be fine."<br />
<strong>Weight</strong>: 271 lbs<br />
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<strong>Breakfast</strong> - Large Iced Hazelnut coffee, skim milk, 1 sugar<br />
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<strong>Dinner</strong> - Boneless Skinless Chicken breast and Vegetables<br />
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Ok... mistake out the gate... This is not enough food for a man of my breadth. I know this already so I am going to make adjustments for Tomorrow and be sure to get a little more sustenance in the breakfast/lunch portion. <br />
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No major break downs, but I will say the end of the day gets hungry my friends. I'm talking post dinner... around 8:30/9:00... starts to get a little tough to stay happy about your life choices.<br />
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In the old days, I'd just say, "You'll hit dunks in the morning. Just go to bed." Best I can hope for now is some hardboiled eggs. This is going to be just as hard as I remembered. <br />
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Oh well. 1 day down only a ba-jillion left. <br />
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I said Good Day!Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-70851519559048012412014-05-14T19:54:00.000-04:002014-05-17T05:17:27.786-04:00Humpday Hollah: It's A Hard Knock Life!<div style="text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At the movies the other day I caught the trailer for the upcoming "<i>Annie</i>" remake. It's a fresh and unique take on the classic story of a spunky, inspirational orphan who brings hope to a struggling country. This time around it stars Hugh Jackman in the title role and trades the classic mop of red curls for metal claws. On second thought, that might have been the preview of "<i>X-Men: Days of Future Past</i>"... Well, regardless, it got me thinking of the words to one of the musical's most famous songs: "<i>It's A Hard Knock Life!</i>"</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Don't it feel like the wind is always howlin'?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Don't it seem like there's never any light?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Once a day don't ya wanna' throw the towel in?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's easier than puttin' up the fight!"</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Let's be honest, I wasn't a full-time student at the "School of Hard Knocks." I have to admit an abused orphan who is scammed by violent criminals during the Great Depression has it slightly harder and knockier than I do. She's probably Valedictorian. You win, Annie... er... sort of... Still, I think we've all taken at least a class or two at something like the "Regional Institution of Solid Thumps" and, we can agree, at that school, somedays <i>Life</i> wins. And, man, Life can be a pretty sore winner! Sometimes life hands you some pretty harsh realities and you find yourself retreating to the warm embrace of the bed, frantically trying to turn your sheets into a white flag. "<i>The SUCK will come back... Tomorrow! Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow... They'll be SUCK!"</i> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We all have days like that. Heck, some of us have years like that! No matter who you are, life has hard-knocked you down a peg or two and made you hide under your covers. Some of us are probably still tucked away pretending to live life. For a while we can even fool ourselves into believing the idea that we don't have to actually get out of bed at all and life will continue on. We think we can phone it in and do it by satellite from the safe, remote location in the <i>People's Republic of But-I-don't-wanna-stan</i>. And you know what? We're kind of right. Life will go on... but it'll go on without us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hey, I know you've heard it before, but it bears repeating: Life throws lemons. We know it's true. But the funny thing is that sometimes you think it only throws lemons at you! From the outside it seems that everyone else is living lovely lemonless lives, but if you take a moment and really look around: are you the only one getting pelted by fruit? I bet my bottom dollar on a resounding nope. Maybe your best friend got pelted with pineapples when they got laid off last month, or your coworker got clobbered with kumquats when they had some medical troubles. Or <i>maybe</i> you were just trying to enjoy some fun in the sun when a man dressed as an old woman lobbed a lime at the back of your head!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As a kid, my days were filled with ballet slippers, not boxing gloves, and I was way more into watching Russians like Mikhail Baryshnikov battle mice in "<i>The Nutcracker</i>" (swoon), not Russians like Ivan Drago battle Balboa in "<i>Rocky IV</i>"... Today though, this quote from The Italian Stallion's sixth film hangs above my desk for inspiration:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'll give you a moment to blow your nose. Good? He goes on to say: "<i>Now if you know your worth, then go out and get what you're worth.</i>" Yeah, I know, I know... Sure you can say, "<i>That's great for Rocky, but it's also just a movie!</i>" and you aren't wrong. But the iconic film "<i>Rocky</i>" that launched Stallone's career was only made after he got fed up with his own lemons, wrote the script himself, and refused to settle until someone let him play the title role. And that, my friends, is what I call "Making Lemonade."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lastly, the best part of all of this, is You Are Not Alone! My friend Serina is like Rocky and Annie all rolled into one. She's had her unfair share of hard knocks, but she keeps coming out a champion! How she kept doing it? I didn't know, but I did know I wanted that! I wanted her drive and success. I wanted change. I needed change. And it might sound clichéd, but with AdvoCare, I got that change. Real change. Not something that comes easy, no, but something I literally work for. Not only have I gotten back on track with losing some unwanted trunk junk, but I have a refreshed look on life! I'm also building a business & relationships that focus on health and hard work instead of shortcuts and quick fixes. <b>Interested? Check out the upper left corner for more details or <a href="mailto:erika.dooley@outlook.com">click here to message me directly</a>. If you want to get in on the change, give me a Hollah and you can start making Lemonade too! </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Just to be clear, Advocare is <u>not</u> a Lemonade Stand...</i></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-22137165613490676042014-05-08T17:19:00.000-04:002014-05-08T17:19:13.298-04:00HumpDay Hollah: "Eye Sight vs. Mind Sight"<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Have you ever heard the saying, "Whether you think you <i>can</i> or think you <i>can't</i>, you're right"?</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I love this saying. It's like a cake. A delicious cake. With many tiers. My tears. The tears of a clown... a big fat clown. A big fat clown eating cake... Wait... Let me start again....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I love this saying because it perfectly sums up the power of "<i>Positive Thinking</i>". And as you can see from my first try, it doesn't take much for negative thinking to develop in your head. When you get down to it, great sayings like that are the fundamentals of the inner dialogue. Sure, technically a monologue is one person talking, but when we're talking to ourselves, doesn't it feel more like a conversation? I think so! And whether that conversation is negative or positive, that inner dialogue has the power to create clear skies or foggy forecasts as you move towards any challenge. And there's no one who loves dark clouds more than...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Negativity Ninjas!</i> They are the killers! Negativity might as well be the "Jack The Ripper" of dreams and potential. The goal is set and all is good, but suddenly that fog rolls in and we can't see two feet in front of us... We start to fear failure, we procrastinate, and we blame others for our circumstances, and then... SURPRISE SURPRISE... a Negativity Ninja comes up from behind and stabs us in the back! Curse you, Foggy London Town!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I know from personal experience that once those Negativity Ninjas creep into our brains, they can quickly manifest in our personalities and wreak havoc on our lives! When that happens, pretty soon there seems like there's only one option left: Grab the Ben & Jerry's, Crack open your finest Box of Wine, & Search Netflix for the next compelling TV Show to ingest in three days. When you look at it like that, Negativity Ninjas sure sound like a good excuse for giving up, but that's all they are in the end: excuses. <i>And on top of that, they're not even real!</i> There are no Negativity Ninjas creeping through Foggy London Town! In fact, London is almost never foggy! Seriously. Look it up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Still, even if they aren't real, enemies of the mind certainly feel real, don't they? Well, lucky for me "<i>Inception</i>" was on the other night and it reminded me of something important: Don't let someone else touch your totem or you won't be able to tell the difference between the dream world and reality. Good to know. But this lesson is probably more relevant:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Eye Sight</b> is what we think we see. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Mind Sight</b> is what we think <i>about</i> what we see. </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNY3SWj2U0pYAeVyc4rDtk7xyPdXGnmFAAz787VM3P19A9rKrZ6vUTf6T9YDb72e68Jg_iDQ32kVTbHGD2R8V56_OIOrpQvzePuT44Wr_jH1rG3IP9ClE7U35pg_KDnypi5zRCzCCr6eAU/s1600/totem-penis-e1330668953760.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Given the great difference between a successful outcome and a dismal failure, it's crazy that it all begins with something as similar as</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> <b>eye sight vs. mind sight</b>. When it comes to Eye Sight, believing only what you hear and see is dangerous because other people's opinions dictate your worth. It might seem harmless, but who knows what kind of battle they are fighting inside <i>their</i> head? Mind sight, on the other hand, is the act of analyzing your situation, putting a positive spin on things, and finding constructive ways to change your circumstances. Like Les Brown said "Other people's opinions of you do not have to become your reality." So there you have it! Trust the Mind Sight and don't believe the Lying Eyes... just think of how many times they've told you <i>"Yeah! You definitely won't regret eating that whole pizza!" </i>or<i> "No! Jeggings are totally acceptable attire for the workplace..."</i> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Well, that's all for this week, folks! But before I go, let me say a huge "THANK YOU!!!" to all of you who signed up for "<i>The 24 Day Pool Prep Challenge!</i>" Get ready to look good & feel good as we slim down & shape up for Summah 2014! Woot woot! <i>What's that? You didn't sign up for the Challenge in time? Why not join the </i>AdvoCare<i> craze just for you?</i> Feel free to hit me up for more info by <a href="mailto:erika.dooley@outlook.com">messaging me</a> or click the link in top left corner of this page for more details! </span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Until next week: Erika Out!</span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-83564729799866105852014-05-06T14:41:00.001-04:002014-05-06T14:41:57.265-04:00Almost killed a kid.... Accidentally of course, but totally deserved it<br />
Good Day again fellow blogospherists....<br />
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So... almost killed a kid today. Would've been an accident... would've been 100% the babysitter's fault... and yet I am confident I would've been run out of town on a rail...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu9YAwGYoh6KKkPk9pg0gwOsdFyqwjOwEZdUTFgPPdNIWF11rtFbA9qTcA_FIAV3vgOruGadvx-8RoBfKGfa3XzCy6wBmXwdaC5oLxculZ8KyUjY7GRz_O-Osjqqo2jVFExzD0mcdC8YY/s1600/pedestrians.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu9YAwGYoh6KKkPk9pg0gwOsdFyqwjOwEZdUTFgPPdNIWF11rtFbA9qTcA_FIAV3vgOruGadvx-8RoBfKGfa3XzCy6wBmXwdaC5oLxculZ8KyUjY7GRz_O-Osjqqo2jVFExzD0mcdC8YY/s1600/pedestrians.jpg" /></a>So before I get into today's workout, I have to vent this particular frustration.... What the hell ever happened to people walking along the sides of the parking lots/rows of cars? At what point did parents decide that would be a wasted skill to teach their children? Because I distinctly remember severe scoldings and threatened punishments for walking in the middle of the road. I distinctly remember being told, not only by parents but also random adults, that it was a stupid course of action. I completely agree by the way!<br />
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Every time I drive through a parking lot or down a street, there is some group of people walking 3 or 4 abreast, taking up a lot more than just the breakdown lane, or what could reasonably be called the side of the row. It boggles the mind what must be going through their heads at that moment. Most likely it is nothing, because they don't exactly value their own safety... and decided that it is now everyone else's responsibility to ensure they don't get the crippling vehicular damage they so richly deserve.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVx_l4rZgupkn-rVTKdMdJ5t-BucmlZ3vWbgvsHPBrxZh_oAHD6Rnr8Zbxo_ysqThGsgXGHwuL4IDX5vSHFJ6iKq7qEFg4QVM4B4EOBWRKyyd4Edk2yj8I-c0pa9Y8fFao4cQD4TBm8N8/s1600/finish+him.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVx_l4rZgupkn-rVTKdMdJ5t-BucmlZ3vWbgvsHPBrxZh_oAHD6Rnr8Zbxo_ysqThGsgXGHwuL4IDX5vSHFJ6iKq7qEFg4QVM4B4EOBWRKyyd4Edk2yj8I-c0pa9Y8fFao4cQD4TBm8N8/s1600/finish+him.jpg" /></a>You are correct that in the commonwealth the pedestrian has the right of way... and you are correct that your family can sue me for all I'm worth... all $6 and 33 cents of it. But just to be clear, if I hit you, there is only one thing cooking in my noodle.... The voice over from the original Mortal Kombat... FINISH HIM! <br />
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you'll win the lawsuit, but in the Darwinian sense of things... you lose... and the gene pool is stronger for it.<br />
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Side note on all this... baby sitters.... don't use the drive up at Dunks to have a teaching moment on how to ride a plastic bicycle.... The thing gets stuck on every pebble. Take the 2 kids to a church parking lot, which is guaranteed to be empty middle of the day. C'mon... be smarter than the machine.<br />
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Positives of the day though...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPsAVvT3VTOUMorYODne-EpoDaEBrCJlAVta_JrCAv1FFcPtkZNHDwlGGYqBE3qkgV1x4DROMDnMrOP7wxFNmG6jFosXHFrJiVKWgmZPVM15mbcdLJQxUqMymauk79tJjVKhCLYX3mrd4/s1600/peter+orbit.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPsAVvT3VTOUMorYODne-EpoDaEBrCJlAVta_JrCAv1FFcPtkZNHDwlGGYqBE3qkgV1x4DROMDnMrOP7wxFNmG6jFosXHFrJiVKWgmZPVM15mbcdLJQxUqMymauk79tJjVKhCLYX3mrd4/s1600/peter+orbit.png" /></a>Awesome workout today. Lots of weights lifted. Lots of handstands practiced. Lots of box jumps. I like to think I wrecked it today. Feeling good, feeling strong. I am really feeling like I'll be in some solid beach shape this year. <br />
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Can't wait to sun bath and not be concerned my mass is disrupting gravitational pulls and causing unsafe tidal conditions... I'm a mariner at heart and truly worry about that from time to time.<br />
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Rock on with your bad self America!Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-70835365773727906552014-05-06T06:58:00.002-04:002014-05-06T06:58:30.252-04:00Random Rant about Local NewsHowdy neighbors,<br />
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Woke up early this morning and started reading yahoo news. There is a breaking point within me <br />
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when it comes to news. I try to read yahoo because you only get bigger headlines. I find that it is important only to read bigger news. If you read all the news... well you'll want to give up on humanity in one sitting. let me explain...<br />
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I stopped dealing with local news because it is just plain boring. Guess what someone in New Bedford, Brockton, Roxbury, Dorchester, or Lowell area was assaulted... no kidding. There was a fire in one of these run down towns. Some local student is suing the school for something that everyone has had happen to them in their life, but somehow this kid feels he/she will never be the same.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilN-U49mq-KUIRkanm1tfUfNs5G2cZl7OKLacIQUsD5jsJFg_w-pG1Tdzno8DvHUtJBPEm3uWqRZ9eQ4-ZPiTb5vkfaclKabnmuVN2fokCCmZis_Wcjlm2gZFhUSLd4l4vtLIVtqof6DU/s1600/local+news.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilN-U49mq-KUIRkanm1tfUfNs5G2cZl7OKLacIQUsD5jsJFg_w-pG1Tdzno8DvHUtJBPEm3uWqRZ9eQ4-ZPiTb5vkfaclKabnmuVN2fokCCmZis_Wcjlm2gZFhUSLd4l4vtLIVtqof6DU/s1600/local+news.jpg" /></a>It is nonsense and to be completely honest, it makes me think less of the community around me. I am very proud to be from Massachusetts. I love Boston and our sports scene, bars, and people in general. Additionally everyone has a sense of heritage and pride in where they come from. When I see the local news, they always find the dumbest person with an accent that is almost cartoonish, to just rant about how perplexed and baffled they are that something happened. Hell... 9 out of 10 times the person is explaining how they "didn't know what was going on. then I came outside and saw "cruis-ahs"... and I figured something was wrong."<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5c4o44cnjRACchjF-owVvy4F_K_6Dh8xEKmsfpH_7iolRKF_n9W_Rr-pP-e0gHZgcr5MmfN3L_-mFjH7Cosn3X082HrQSU_br8ENvulBRVCRLRhjo6ZjOB11_sGZg9C-x92augaTxjQ/s1600/calm+down.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5c4o44cnjRACchjF-owVvy4F_K_6Dh8xEKmsfpH_7iolRKF_n9W_Rr-pP-e0gHZgcr5MmfN3L_-mFjH7Cosn3X082HrQSU_br8ENvulBRVCRLRhjo6ZjOB11_sGZg9C-x92augaTxjQ/s1600/calm+down.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a>The people always say, "he is a good kid, but he just did some horrible things." or something to that effect. I cannot stand that phrase anymore, "he is a good kid". We should as a society stop qualifying every person that screws up as being at one point a good kid. Hey... you killed someone drunk driving... not a good kid. You cracked someone in the head with a weapon.... not a good kid. The list goes on. I think being a good kid is like virginity. Sure you meet the qualifications right up until you do something that is.... tadaa... "not good".... at which point you shift from being good to bad.... <br />
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It's not like people every say... "He's a bad kid, he just did a good thing". <br />
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So on that note... end of rant... I'm not reading anymore news this morning. Time to calm down... tally ho and carry on.Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-1547482033086763602014-05-05T16:33:00.001-04:002014-05-05T16:33:14.275-04:00Weekly Breakfast Review - Crossroads Cafe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio94NB__66sEAGX8ccwHhAQlgKG6eRZxN4WPJvgvRLEXYjKMtdCr9JH2LYniWThDJfA78wzvh_OYdAgUJJOp1DDXZ_HWxOrNs3u4h3_7Ie7k0lkJzMZPVpntdxTf9-Ovf-f7N_1N2xOWs/s1600/bacon+kitty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio94NB__66sEAGX8ccwHhAQlgKG6eRZxN4WPJvgvRLEXYjKMtdCr9JH2LYniWThDJfA78wzvh_OYdAgUJJOp1DDXZ_HWxOrNs3u4h3_7Ie7k0lkJzMZPVpntdxTf9-Ovf-f7N_1N2xOWs/s1600/bacon+kitty.jpg" /></a><br />
Hey Again,<br />
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Some or all of you may know my strong feelings about breakfast... For anyone late to the party I'll make it really simple.<br />
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Breakfast is the king of all meals. Nothing ever beats bacon... which is clearly indicated by the fact that anytime people try to make something better, they add bacon. Can I have a burger? Sure, you want cheese and bacon? Have a date... do you have any Bacon wrapped dates?<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiczurq9q0zFh4Sh5AM-tkRmpLpROQ7vWLH3dub-p_sGh6zTi1hyphenhyphenDWx0NayqVPHfZhxanpd4OlUj0lPbFQR0pRcREqjHxDuPwmDsMKo-UGA8dJsS3TOpgFQk-SiavZkhi0oNHAFrdH9RvY/s1600/bacon.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiczurq9q0zFh4Sh5AM-tkRmpLpROQ7vWLH3dub-p_sGh6zTi1hyphenhyphenDWx0NayqVPHfZhxanpd4OlUj0lPbFQR0pRcREqjHxDuPwmDsMKo-UGA8dJsS3TOpgFQk-SiavZkhi0oNHAFrdH9RvY/s1600/bacon.png" height="232" width="320" /></a>All I am saying is that bacon, cheese, bread, and eggs... anyway you do them... hard pressed to be wrong. Bottom line is that me and the Surgeon General have been trying the areas breakfast locations and I figure it is only right for me to share the knowledge I have gathered.<br />
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1) Quality of eggs, cheese, and meat (bacon, ham, sausage)<br />
2) Quality of potato (hash brown, etc)<br />
3) Comfortability & décor of dining area<br />
4) Service (speed, friendliness, attentiveness)<br />
5) Overall experience (crowd, intangibles)<br />
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Each parameter is judged on strips of bacon. 1/4, 1/2, 3/4, full strip for each parameter. <br />
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Food tried - Big Breakfast sandwich, hash brown, pancake<br />
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1) Great egg, bacon, cheese combo. All solidly cooked. Just a little crispy. Great combined taste. Awarded - 1 FULL STRIP<br />
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2) Hash browns - not great... super seasoned. tasted somewhat like they used "Old bay". I didn't mind it because I like a lot of salt and seasoning, but I would imagine most people would find these a little off putting. Too bad to see a good place lose so much ground over something so trivial. Awarded - 1/4 STRIP.<br />
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3) Plenty of space for everyone to eat. Great decorations. A little heavy on the pictures of roosters, but not so much that I found it odd. Good space, very homey. Awarded (1 FULL STRIP)<br />
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4) Service was great. Our girl was effective and very nice. Additionally they have other girls walking around happy to answer anything or get extra water, etc. top notch service. Awarded - 1 FULL STRIP.<br />
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5) Overall experience very good. Crowd was seemingly made up of good people. No hooligans or weirdo's to speak of. this one is easy to get the full strip, as long as your restaurant isn't giving me the heeby jeebies... awarded 1 FULL STRIP.<br />
Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-24813200914691597992014-05-05T16:09:00.003-04:002014-05-05T16:09:36.495-04:00MAYTRITION continues - weekend recap<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwyh-p3vpWdmtzCK-iE9hyphenhyphenJuA_M4ddYWZmkKv_yysZQe6yJmWG0ZW-myMvXpd_c-1ilSjX2kzi1tWcqB-FGgxdcpmFGJpq7solTQul-HTCDn8iUxNLFTWG2QcIy4VuV_YAsb7splorwUY/s1600/delete+cookies.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwyh-p3vpWdmtzCK-iE9hyphenhyphenJuA_M4ddYWZmkKv_yysZQe6yJmWG0ZW-myMvXpd_c-1ilSjX2kzi1tWcqB-FGgxdcpmFGJpq7solTQul-HTCDn8iUxNLFTWG2QcIy4VuV_YAsb7splorwUY/s1600/delete+cookies.png" height="320" width="225" /></a>Hello everybody,<br />
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Technical complications continue to stress the team here at DooleyNoted... and by team I mean me. For some reason the computer is having difficulty booting, staying on... and generally doing the <br />
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So circling back around to Friday... it was a crazy weekend. On Friday I came up with a brilliant plan to get all my "benchmark" workouts in, as well as attend the bachelor party for a college friend on Saturday. Here is how the plan went down...<br />
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Part of "Maytrition" is benchmarking strength levels. I had to do 2 different WODs (work out of the days), that will be re-done at the end of the month to see what progress has been made. I wasn't able to get over to the Box on Thursday, so on Friday I got in for the morning WOD. I talked to the coach and he said I could come in on Sunday and make up the other WOD... only issue with that being I was attending a Bachelor Party/Golf outing on Saturday. Truthfully we all knew there would be an unfortunate hang over.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBkAuTfcZpqiPKQa7Isz8EgxSl_ALZOBG7sBQf6kzbyuau2ZHCxOhrVv7cYaUQZrBi9iw6CX11LndwVI1F-EgEteTy4NxF4Xw1gR5qHLsCdMRjDEUcY3LB51FM2ObTZXZJcZFcPlf8Zc/s1600/hangover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBkAuTfcZpqiPKQa7Isz8EgxSl_ALZOBG7sBQf6kzbyuau2ZHCxOhrVv7cYaUQZrBi9iw6CX11LndwVI1F-EgEteTy4NxF4Xw1gR5qHLsCdMRjDEUcY3LB51FM2ObTZXZJcZFcPlf8Zc/s1600/hangover.jpg" /></a>I decided to "man-up" and do both WODS on Friday. 9 am WOD as per schedule... Came home and did some yard work. Screw yard work by the way. I couldn't think of a worse way to spend your time... moving the decaying corpses of leaves around... well that sucks. But meanwhile back on the ranch... I returned to the Box at 4:30 for stretching, warm up and the make up WOD.<br />
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My butt was sufficiently kicked.... so I felt completely comfortable with going out on Saturday and schooling some former classmates in Golf. Shot a 91 at Pine Hills. Nothing great, but at the same time not a bad showing.<br />
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Back in business on Monday (aka today) and got over to the gym for the morning WOD. Strength day today, but I felt good to go. Heavy weights... sore arms... ring dips... it was mayhem in my own town. Chaos I tell you... Chaos.<br />
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Stay tuned for our newest addition to the BLOG... Periodic breakfast place reviews... stay tuned.Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-66806972531693965172014-05-01T09:11:00.005-04:002014-05-01T09:11:48.680-04:00Maytrition - day 1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhzw7b1LKJCkDJLJkmuxB20jp70AGnQ54p0P92RUiMV9vhwImSxHtHIJky_0QWaWrQXEMNStmHJf0aQc3PIk35PPUt9cPxDBy6bBX6_ckmSSRmSXO9z5t2P-cwqshkvdgCXpX0BiBJ8g/s1600/trouble+with+a+T.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhzw7b1LKJCkDJLJkmuxB20jp70AGnQ54p0P92RUiMV9vhwImSxHtHIJky_0QWaWrQXEMNStmHJf0aQc3PIk35PPUt9cPxDBy6bBX6_ckmSSRmSXO9z5t2P-cwqshkvdgCXpX0BiBJ8g/s1600/trouble+with+a+T.png" /></a>What's up people...<br />
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Been having Trouble with a capital "T" and that rhymes with "V", which falls in the middle of the <br />
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word "over" and that is what this failed joke is...<br />
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For some reason the old ASUS computer has been acting up like it's 16 and pregnant... I mean not screaming, pierced, and generally a drain on society... but it would not boot up for like a day and a half. So all in all, just as annoying.<br />
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We did some form and strength work on power cleans and jerks. It was a great workout though that portion of the hour. Totally had my blood pumping and I felt good. Then came the WOD... 5 rounds of 12 deadlifts, 9 hanging cleans, and 6 push jerks... you know when you feel your pulse in your eyeballs.. that's how you know you're dying.<br />
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I whine about this, but I can tell you the honest truth on this from my POV... It's great. I mean in the moment it sucks, but it really validates everything I do for the rest of the day. Also, once you've rested and hydrated, and stopped cursing... you do feel great. So despite my bitching and moaning... i'll be back.<br />
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Wednesday - yesterday was a much needed rest day. Usually I'm a little antsy on the rest days because I want to do something, but not this one. I absolutely needed a pure no stress rest day. Greatest part about the day.... I accidentally put all but one of my suits in the dry cleaner, not realizing that I had to go to a funeral. I wouldn't wear jeans to that type of thing, so I dusted off an older suit that hasn't fit right in a while. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO51ZRfhBATQaUmvwz0bPhjI7OZ1R9_I60H1KvNNmWX08Ulb4Ov7FruCb9mw9he4TTc38URwzAHIISUSVQQfeQUcXXBY_K2WOQ4ByEkzMBLDptt019g3oVfPyYN0gQ2I6OrumVpIHMxaY/s1600/netflix+meme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO51ZRfhBATQaUmvwz0bPhjI7OZ1R9_I60H1KvNNmWX08Ulb4Ov7FruCb9mw9he4TTc38URwzAHIISUSVQQfeQUcXXBY_K2WOQ4ByEkzMBLDptt019g3oVfPyYN0gQ2I6OrumVpIHMxaY/s1600/netflix+meme.jpg" height="400" width="317" /></a>Tadaaaaa..... the suit fit. Not going to lie, it was a little snug, but not prohibitively so... This is a huge step forward. I have not seen a lot of numerical weight loss on the scale, but I have noticed some physique change and I've been feeling great... This was, however, the first tangible sign that my weight loss goals are coming closer. I'm am fired up and ready to get back at it today.<br />
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Today is May 1st and it kicks off a healthy eating challenge. I'll be hitting an afternoon class today to get the full run down on the challenge... I am fired up and ready to get at this. I have a wedding to attend on May 25... so just under 4 weeks... big push time. <br />
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I'll check back in later.... provided the ASUS cooperates... and update everyone on the challenge.<br />
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Stay Thirsty my friends!Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-60083125757753597932014-04-30T19:36:00.000-04:002014-04-30T22:54:04.880-04:00Hump Day Hollah - Consistent Action & the Dreaded Middle!!!<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Is there just one key to success? I don't think so. I like to imagine success is like the island from LOST: hard to reach and constantly changing and protected by a vicious smoke monster. Or maybe it's more like a regular island. The good news is, even though that island of success may be hard to reach, there are lots of ways to try to get there. My preferred mode of transportation: Consistent Action. Wishing and hoping upon a star is a great beginning, but without action, it won't get you far. Heck, Pinocchio had the blue fairy and a singing cricket and he still had to put in some hard work. Achievements are made and obstacles are conquered by consistent work and laser focus. No matter the goal (losing weight, paying off debts, world domination, etc) one can link consistent action to every achievement. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Still, even though we know what we need to do, keeping that action consistent can be tough. We start off strong and love it when we reach our goal, but it's all those points from A on our way to Z that seem to make us falter. Lousy letters like J, K, and L trip us up, while Q, R, and S kick us when we're down. Don't even get me started on W... In short, we give up in the middle. Ah, t</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">he dreaded middle! As we strive towards the prize, consistent action becomes too hard and we simply throw in the towel instead of fighting through. And let's face it, giving up and staying down for the count is way easier than getting up off the mat. Curse you, Dreaded Middle!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I don't know about y'all, but I tend to overload myself with unrealistic expectations which leads to the occasional (read: daily) stress induced emotional breakdown. (<i>Sorry, Boys! I'm taken...</i>) Sooo... in an attempt to chill out in the middle and better handle my wild ambitions, I need to focus my strength and let some of that other stuff slide. Be real with yourself. If baby steps toward the finish line is what it takes, then more power to ya! I don't have to eat the whole cake in one bite, just one slice at a time. What's that? Why do I have to eat a whole cake at all? Good one! Wait, was that a real question? </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I digest... er... digress.... Burning through the middle slowly instead of tackling everything all at once is a much better idea. Choose what speed works for you and don't worry about anyone else's. Focusing on family, health, and career are my main attractions and the rest can wait. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Speaking of health (<i>and shameless plugs</i>), if you're interested in losing weight, gaining energy, and feeling better, I'm putting together a friendly little <b>"24 Day Challenge" Competition starting May 12th!</b> <b>You have until May 5th to order product and register </b>and you can do so with Yours Truly! It's a great way to prep for the summer festivities while feeling energized and, as I've found, more comfortable in your own skin. </span><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If you are looking to join in the fun and win some awesome prizes, click on the upper left hand corner and send me a <a href="mailto:erika.dooley@outlook.com">message</a>. </b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In conclusion, let's end this <b><i>Hump Day Holla!</i></b> with some wise words from good ol' Will Rogers; "<i>Even if you are on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there...</i>" So don't just sit there, figure out what you want and act on it consistently. Beware the dreaded middle and push on through. You got this!</span><br />
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Hope all is well and April is coming to a close nicely for you. Had to take a few days last week on account of crazy scheduling and catching an unfortunate cold. <br />
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I was able to muscle through it and still got some solid workouts in, but I must admit... if you think it's hard to breath during vigorous cardiovascular activity... just give it a whirl with a little chest cold. It was one of those things where it was so uncomfortable it actually stopped mattering to me that it was uncomfortable... you know?<br />
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I assume that sounds weird to most, but it has happened to me a handful of times in my life. It gets so overwhelmingly busy, or hot, or uncomfortable... really anything that one might wish for relief on. Every so often it gets so bad that my brain gets to an "ah f*ck it" moment. Not to be confused with a "screw it" moment. The "Screw it" moment to me is just to throw in the towel and try again another day.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHj6BTdiBsnWVMdUu9jFl1LpE4Uh_yivgzxY0ksHyrTvOGbAE2DYojLMNUB5bOXaTzAbkC_xQbmFhvw_zfNT0Ia4pnu6XsywfK_KBsfK8S4SUDLcuCkFFeo3ihpcGWDrKsk5gSYTh67uU/s1600/crossfit+jesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHj6BTdiBsnWVMdUu9jFl1LpE4Uh_yivgzxY0ksHyrTvOGbAE2DYojLMNUB5bOXaTzAbkC_xQbmFhvw_zfNT0Ia4pnu6XsywfK_KBsfK8S4SUDLcuCkFFeo3ihpcGWDrKsk5gSYTh67uU/s1600/crossfit+jesus.jpg" /></a>The "Ah F*ck it" moment is that realization point where you just say... "this is so bad, I might as well do it now. Let the cards fall as they may." Don't get me wrong, it is not fun... but oddly enough there is a strange satisfaction from "gutting it out". It aint pretty, but it got done... type of thing.<br />
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Best news is that after a few really blazingly hard WODs (workout of the day)... I feel much better. Still coughing, but overall feeling great. So let's back track a little on the stuff that never got printed.<br />
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<strong><u>Friday </u></strong><br />
<strong><u>aka "the day of a thousand wods"</u></strong><br />
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Coach Chris must have had some evil Wheaties that day because we did a warm up that consisted of 4 rounds of 250meter row & 200 meter run. So that is pretty warm just to kick things off... Followed by a rampaging Amrap (as many rounds/reps as possible) series. 3 minute Amrap (5 pushups/5situps) 1 minute rest, followed by 5 minute amrap (10 air squats / 10 jumping lunges... FML), 1 minute rest followed by 7 minute amrap (15 Ring Rows / 15 V-ups).<br />
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If you didn't understand this, just take my word for it... it sucked. I got home and literally laid on the floor for a 1/2 hour before attempting to do anything else.<br />
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<strong><u>Sunday</u></strong><br />
<strong><u>Baller Wod</u></strong> <br />
50 hanging cleans<br />
10 burpees<br />
40 back squats<br />
10 burpees<br />
30 knees to elbows<br />
10 burpees<br />
20 Overhead Squats<br />
10 burpees<br />
400 meter rown... and guess what<br />
10 burpees<br />
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This is a crazy/great wod. Totally worked me over like I stole something. The kicker to this day is that we were all planning on going to Reebok world HQ for the Spring Cup... Since I am half a coconut I did not show up for the 9 am class as I was supposed to and went to the 10... I realized I had agreed to go earlier and felt obligated to discipline myself and not hold people up... I offered to do 7 minutes of burpees (my current max is 62) if no one else showed up. Thank god 1 old guy moseyed in just as class started... I was already regretting my honorable nature.<br />
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Success on the Wod and a killer time at the Spring Cup at Reebok... now I actually want to do one of the CF competitions... and definitely a Spartan race (that was happening adjacent to the competition... it was mayhem.)<br />
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This is one of my finest hours. I don't dog it on the work outs, but I will say I try to temper my energy so I have enough juice to make it through the whole thing. I always feel worked, but I also always feel a little... off. NOT TODAY. Today I got at it with full vigor and intensity.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEeQxyjBcxp-qWibLxhOLpt90tUIhNtUzhHH5xerw_zG5o-VxjKv7utadN9cKnWWkrrXIP-_t2I_xr-HIx_1UfviRS8fFqUnDhM49UkKRcR05M3tfgyEqgkqQVpJxjU4MAcdIpQTqe2_4/s1600/walken+kettlebell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEeQxyjBcxp-qWibLxhOLpt90tUIhNtUzhHH5xerw_zG5o-VxjKv7utadN9cKnWWkrrXIP-_t2I_xr-HIx_1UfviRS8fFqUnDhM49UkKRcR05M3tfgyEqgkqQVpJxjU4MAcdIpQTqe2_4/s1600/walken+kettlebell.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a>It was another day of multiple wods... warm up was hard, skill/strength session was 5 kettlebell swings (53 lbs) and 5 wall balls (30 lbs) every minute on the minute for 10 minutes. kicked my butt sufficiently... but that wasn't the WOD...<br />
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The wod was 3 rounds for time - 30 double unders (jump rope), 15 Hand release push ups, and 30 situps. I smoked it and can honestly say that I went as hard as I could through the whole damned thing. <br />
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Moral of the weekend... specifically this morning.... Ryan is very proud of Ryan. <br />
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So get up, get out, get at it folks... I'm too sore to think... Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-64520669755638520702014-04-23T18:52:00.001-04:002014-04-23T19:06:10.339-04:00Hump Day Hollah! Find Your Why...<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It’s the Hump-Day Hollah! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">For all you “normal” worker bees out there, Wednesday is your Hump Day! And, I'm sure as you slide down the workday hill, at some point you resist the urge to find the token “Mike” in your office and make him "guess what day it is...?" Or maybe you work from home and you ask the same questions to your cat. Don't lie. I, on the other hand, am not a normal worker bee. This bee works for the circus so you know what that means: my days are nights, my midweek is in the weekend... and my coworkers are Olympic medalists who dress as royalty while backflipping over fire... blindfolded... in rollerblades. Crazy right? I mean, who has a Sunday on Wednesday? Strange world... </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Well, this weekend I’ve been thinking less about the "M-C-A" more about "The Why”. After waking up </span>several<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> times this week to sore muscles and an appetite for anything in sight, I began to wonder: WHY do we do this to ourselves? WHY do we torture ourselves by running on strange machines that literally move us nowhere? WHY do we resist the urge to never not be eating chocolate and drinking beer? WHY don’t we just give up and give in? WHY can’t we all just be old and fat driving around in our scooters drinking our sodas? WHY is the show still called "24" if it's only coming back for 12 episodes? WHY?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I actually found my WHY to be pretty simple: just to be healthy. Sounds pretty basic, but that simple concept extends so far. The saying goes, “if you don’t have your health, you don’t have anything,” right? Don't get me wrong: I am working to look good in that yellow polka-dot bikini and not have to cling to my cover-up this summer at the beach and that's a great goal to have. But in the end (or the beginning, for that matter), my why is about how my insides are doing. The better the insides, the better the outside... And wouldn't you rather spend more time outside than inside a doctor’s office? With the exception of normal check-ups, even the healthiest of us would rather spend that money earned on Hump Day on something more fun. Or delicious. Like chocolate. Or cookies. Chocolate covered cookies. I love chocolate.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Plus I’ve heard that I’m a much nicer person to be around after a good workout. Something about endorphins… When I didn't work out, I</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> used to try to duplicate that bubbly personality with a little coffee or </span>diet soda pick me up, but it was never quite the same. <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> Well, with the help of AdvoCare's amazing products, I have successfully cut out all coffee and soda from my diet and am working out longer and harder in the gym. So many birds, one stone!</span></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPmHXkuvre_5jlToekFQdAyF4b_17FsTItANCitBKxHzvMKCG_5i_L4RHfpnpMDkAkTF-lQmIQWY2oKTF68ubqsBhWVvCxEWt3RFHQBQANFo3TDfzl-vTfSW227lHsmAU70bXQzMPc8w8/s1600/advocare-USE-IT.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPmHXkuvre_5jlToekFQdAyF4b_17FsTItANCitBKxHzvMKCG_5i_L4RHfpnpMDkAkTF-lQmIQWY2oKTF68ubqsBhWVvCxEWt3RFHQBQANFo3TDfzl-vTfSW227lHsmAU70bXQzMPc8w8/s1600/advocare-USE-IT.gif" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Lastly, the "WHY" I get asked the most is usually "Why Advocare?" Like "why are you spending so much time on a new business when you already have your crazy, roller-blade, backflip, blindfolded, full-time Circus job?" But again, the answer is pretty simple: AdvoCare rocks! On top of the effective products (</span><i style="letter-spacing: 0px;">which I experience first hand</i><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">), AdvoCare has some amazing endorsers like: NFL's Drew Brees & CrossFit's Rich Froning Jr., to name a couple and it </span>can<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> change your life! Yeah, I know, I hear ya. And by that I mean I hear the collective skeptical scoff that usually follows a statement like that, but that don't mean it ain't true! Not to brag (well, maybe just a humble-brag) but just last month I earned an extra $1,000 and I'm on track to earn a $4,000 a month by January of 2015. That change I was talking about? That's the one. Stress goes down and smiles go up!</span></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Let's work together to find your WHY. You know the drill (<i>upper left hand corner</i>) or just go ahead and <a href="mailto:evandy@hotmail.com">message me</a>, call me, send me a letter and I'd be happy to help! Why? 'Cause Why shouldn't you feel this way, too? </span></span><br />
<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-71562708866965595002014-04-23T11:21:00.001-04:002014-04-23T11:23:09.169-04:00Jurassic Park, Wall Balls... what is happening in the worldAnother Big Day in the world for this guy... <br />
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Mixed metaphor incoming in 3...2...1...<br />
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Some people say life is an adventure... I think life is like Jurassic Park... If you want to "spare no expense" and sit in the lap of luxury, sipping cucumber water, with Mr. Hammond and "newman" from friends, then eventually a dinosaur will eat your face. (literally and metaphorically)<br />
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If you work hard, and go toe to toe with the raptors, you'll be rewarded handsomely with bad sequel after bad sequel. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0a7iSkFjLhy7pix8-RjuKaDJXiF4Co9RNOVD4a7t974x3TeDlF2ROU2BN3QYKybvbrXZTv6ZO7C7j26LfX7b6p6xxjmFfhKt_dyJ-ENQOY-sNyMfvZuzOvWcSMb5mbkD65hE2ofSMLB0/s1600/lion+or+gazelle.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0a7iSkFjLhy7pix8-RjuKaDJXiF4Co9RNOVD4a7t974x3TeDlF2ROU2BN3QYKybvbrXZTv6ZO7C7j26LfX7b6p6xxjmFfhKt_dyJ-ENQOY-sNyMfvZuzOvWcSMb5mbkD65hE2ofSMLB0/s1600/lion+or+gazelle.png" /></a>I recognize that is my 3rd Jurassic Park reference in the last month, but I can't help it. JP is life... life is JP. All kidding aside, I find that when I go after it hard I feel better.... win lose or draw I feel better for trying. If I come up short then I know I did everything I could, and if I win... I am an unbearable sore winner. So either way, "whether you're the lion, or the gazelle... when the sun comes up you better be running (metaphorically)". <br />
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Gymski... was the name of the game today. Woke up a little late, but was able to wrestle my lazy bones into some state of order and get underway for an asskicker of a WOD (workout of the day). Today was really centered around a 1 rep max on the back squat. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqC6ChJ7nuz4eY_v-H0mQeNjEqCZ2e_KdxHLaodfbXowVjDTMsCjTWTGFpvkms4n32QibrdS6QZje5DEpIH-ue8gyaGAWNABdxq5VBArCfPx6AQs5wYF-Irri1Ejd3QeSEbOxV2TwxGIY/s1600/backsquat+baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqC6ChJ7nuz4eY_v-H0mQeNjEqCZ2e_KdxHLaodfbXowVjDTMsCjTWTGFpvkms4n32QibrdS6QZje5DEpIH-ue8gyaGAWNABdxq5VBArCfPx6AQs5wYF-Irri1Ejd3QeSEbOxV2TwxGIY/s1600/backsquat+baby.jpg" /></a>For anyone not familiar the back squat is when the weight is behind your head on your shoulders and you squat as heavy a weight as possible 1 time. It sounds ridiculous to people on the outset, but realistically it is a great measure of strength and if done properly with good form, it is not dangerous. to quote the crossfit gods... "heavy weight isn't dangerous, bad form is dangerous."<br />
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I got a PR (personal record) today and I am please as pecan pie in Pittsburgh... and noticeably alliteration happy. Couldn't be happier with my performance. That juice carried me through the wod in which we alternated every minute on the minute with "Knees to bar" (or scalings) & Wall balls. I was seriously juiced because I blasted through and did both sides unbroken. <br />
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Only thing left to say... "yea, I went hard today." (By the way... I love pictures of babies doing workouts... so don't be surprised.)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnvudWfu-BWFOQhmck1WyWZw_MT4AZ5e4XrtAFdF9cTMActkqgD82ilShrWedIfuLM_soYGkl9WTJeLTIYFEBaLT09NtfVK34vIcQsD058YzX0gvr0dSozEI-ZOoW6ITeJWN6eStx38jM/s1600/trex+wall+balls.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnvudWfu-BWFOQhmck1WyWZw_MT4AZ5e4XrtAFdF9cTMActkqgD82ilShrWedIfuLM_soYGkl9WTJeLTIYFEBaLT09NtfVK34vIcQsD058YzX0gvr0dSozEI-ZOoW6ITeJWN6eStx38jM/s1600/trex+wall+balls.png" /></a>So now it is off to lunch with mom and Grams.... Trying to spread the love and make sure everyone gets enough Ryan in their life. i'll check back in later with an Urban Dictionary Word of the day. <br />
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Get at it boys and girls and get your fitness on!Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-16434449829984276922014-04-22T10:10:00.003-04:002014-04-22T10:10:25.262-04:00Facebook is destroying the world... and portugal is bugging meSo... I have had an unexpected amount of free time on my hands. This has lead me to peruse the internet and determine some key information fragments.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-KybNDwiGlKSFHAykOum_mAsHWi4KEROiBYx3c4sWGz7fLTvASPu_nIHOb0c8k0wJDnNNEUOxwNqHVhEf73x0uhHvYhTt4MqgYek0XciCf39DTs7fEjRw6cUt_L47wU1pL78jgs2CjI/s1600/facebook+destroys.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-KybNDwiGlKSFHAykOum_mAsHWi4KEROiBYx3c4sWGz7fLTvASPu_nIHOb0c8k0wJDnNNEUOxwNqHVhEf73x0uhHvYhTt4MqgYek0XciCf39DTs7fEjRw6cUt_L47wU1pL78jgs2CjI/s1600/facebook+destroys.png" /></a>1) Facebook is probably going to be the downside of society. Not so much the actual program itself, as the incidental stupidity it causes. Back in the days prior to the ever present opportunity to post pictures, you learned one very simple golden rule... "whatever you do... DON'T GET CAUGHT." This taught children a very real truth about life. Evidence is the enemy, not parents... and possession is hard to argue against.<br />
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I will never claim to have been smarter or less wreckless than kids of today, but I will say this with the utmost certainty. We were way better at keeping physical evidence to a minimum. If you wanted to definitively get caught... they had to catch you red handed, in the act. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSDmsmyuV8G7tMHu8WdhlzFe9DVJgvzvchCtrhZL9uBcAKxh5qmYcUkyyTPo7BWMG-lMdBNcA_j1F6-wIHM2d_yF8W_yOx0vkQKk59BxjRpIN9h8uHA4F0NcSnNOF5POZEwkuTWjk3VA/s1600/be+smarter.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSDmsmyuV8G7tMHu8WdhlzFe9DVJgvzvchCtrhZL9uBcAKxh5qmYcUkyyTPo7BWMG-lMdBNcA_j1F6-wIHM2d_yF8W_yOx0vkQKk59BxjRpIN9h8uHA4F0NcSnNOF5POZEwkuTWjk3VA/s1600/be+smarter.png" height="400" width="341" /></a>Now adays parents just need to wait 6 hours after suspicion and check facebook. Seriously young'ns... I mean, I say party on and live life the same way people always have... but be smarter than the machine. <br />
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Parents have also gotten complacent. Since you can just pull up a direct feed of your children's thoughts and actions, I think there is little motivation to try and pre-emptively strike down bad ideas. Get a head of the ball, and maybe when they say they are going to a sleep over at a friends house on a Friday to do homework... ask yourself why? <br />
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I don't have kids, so my words lack credibility... but take this for what it's worth. When they build computer systems, they hire the hackers that found a way around the system... look at me in that vein... just saying kids have never, nor will ever do homework with other people.... <br />
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2) Barstool Sports is some of the funniest stuff on the internet (<a href="http://www.barstoolsports.com/">www.Barstoolsports.com</a>). I'll give <br />
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you this, that from time to time it is written in an overly crass way. Credit where credit is due though... They find the funniest stuff on the web to comment on. <br />
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Highly recommend it. I'm not even going into details on why just yet. I think everyone should just go and read. Honest opinion its a better read for men than women, but "know your enemy" ladies... I have to say, if you want to know what is really cooking behind a dude's eyes... this is your glimpse into the male psyche.<br />
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3) Can we all agree that Portugal is actually just the Connecticut of Spain. I mean it is a cut out of an existing country. It is in my opinion the equivalent of Connecticut saying --<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyx0aEtLwwSncjSQvhUtAY5Z7PxmVn-V7XKK3SzHoEFWbxBnZw8WWoMcJi-ShhWfUprvrlDd9DXgHONxd4_vzFppetMDZ8KljY9dAnvxzay0GZTDbgDeyIGrr6B2aegqhbxNlTdZxbzo/s1600/portugal.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyx0aEtLwwSncjSQvhUtAY5Z7PxmVn-V7XKK3SzHoEFWbxBnZw8WWoMcJi-ShhWfUprvrlDd9DXgHONxd4_vzFppetMDZ8KljY9dAnvxzay0GZTDbgDeyIGrr6B2aegqhbxNlTdZxbzo/s1600/portugal.png" /></a>"Screw it, we are our own country. We'll look very similar. Be surrounded on land by another country making us in a bit of a pickle, militarily. And... we are going to change the language ever so slightly... it'll sound almost the same as the neighboring country, but we will be god damned if you can't tell the difference in the first 3 sentences... We'll lose our minds and be wildly offend."<br />
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I have no particular problem with Portugal... Just frustrating how upset they get when you can't identify them as Portuguese, off the bat. So I say... calm down.<br />
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Below is their recent "Drone Program" getting launched... er maybe not so much.<br />
<a href="http://boston.barstoolsports.com/around-barstool/the-portugese-navy-launching-their-drone-program-was-lol-funny/">http://boston.barstoolsports.com/around-barstool/the-portugese-navy-launching-their-drone-program-was-lol-funny/</a><br />
Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-52181060985537569502014-04-21T11:30:00.003-04:002014-04-21T11:31:15.774-04:00Courtesy Laughs... the lost art.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XUUEYc4QVFj3gR37sdHWCFMCo4OUOC_rfVT9aBYa0JS_yFLd5-BTORMgfHvFgGxR8iU-OItLUvXNZ5jDDWswEKXhR7BssrUIZW-zLUhypbyrD7ddQi24CK4dPh_ZreJ7LQts6kJWUKs/s1600/boston+marathon.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XUUEYc4QVFj3gR37sdHWCFMCo4OUOC_rfVT9aBYa0JS_yFLd5-BTORMgfHvFgGxR8iU-OItLUvXNZ5jDDWswEKXhR7BssrUIZW-zLUhypbyrD7ddQi24CK4dPh_ZreJ7LQts6kJWUKs/s1600/boston+marathon.png" /></a>Marathon Monday mayhem...<br />
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How goes it blogosphere? All is well here in the commonwealth for <br />
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this little monkey. I ate like a champ yesterday thanks to the Surgeon General's family. Antipasto, lasagna, sausages of varying meets, ice cream cake... essentially I ate like I was staring at the electric chair and knew the governor was out of town.<br />
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Anyone who didn't get the reference will be mocked... so quick advice is to "courtesy laugh" and roll with it...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLG9BlNcvd93RvbLPJXPVLkO6uXWc3fJtqtBbciRPyxblVWLhylY6ARAuogZif2FAl2cJMAxshciVhELF3LhhSpeQLY_TicYzhwbOf00tU99bWRD97NZdQ0XdMg1iTRVZjfKdpjfj9o9E/s1600/courtesy+laugh.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLG9BlNcvd93RvbLPJXPVLkO6uXWc3fJtqtBbciRPyxblVWLhylY6ARAuogZif2FAl2cJMAxshciVhELF3LhhSpeQLY_TicYzhwbOf00tU99bWRD97NZdQ0XdMg1iTRVZjfKdpjfj9o9E/s1600/courtesy+laugh.png" /></a>Side note digression in 3. 2. 1.... what is with that particular skill anyway? I hate when people don't throw up a courtesy laugh. Guess what... I rarely find anyone else all that funny, but as a good person I make sure they feel like their ATTEMPT at humor was at least received and noted. I mean sure I talk a lot... so not all of them are going to be comedy gold, but statistically speaking I am holding several batting titles in the game of "saying funny things". <br />
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I read it as a big F you when people just stare blankly and wait for the conversation to move on... as if to say "no, try again later" with their eyes. My solution to this has evolved into me just staring right back at them. Typically the person will wait 5 or 6 seconds and then ask if something is wrong. (try to look at someone in the eyes for 5 seconds in silence... its an eternity) I will respond with "No, its your turn. I tried to be funny... you're implying I failed. So now you show me the correct way to do it... take your time, i'll wait, but please don't break eye contact until I laugh."<br />
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That usually ends the conversation.. but they'll think twice about not fake chuckling next time. I don't expect the world to be adept at courtesy laughs... we're only looking for effort here. <br />
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Anyways... I hit it early today. Got up, did a few chores, Gymski for a 15 minute Amrap. Which subsequently left me lying on my back questioning my life's decisions that lead me to voluntarily participating in Crossfit. Seriously tough work out... for info on it, check the Bayshore Crossfit facebook page... Roof Stoof my friends. <br />
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Good news is my shoulder, elbows, and knees all felt fine... my respiratory, and cardiological processes definitely not on par... but hey we are looking at silver linings. All good stuff.<br />
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Looks like me and some maritimers are heading into the city to support the home team and the warriors fighting through 26.2 miles of hell. Good for all who are "doing that which is hard" today. Get at it. Here's to them and everyone have fun and be safe out there. <br />
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Seacrest Out!Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-44437436312569345162014-04-21T07:20:00.006-04:002014-04-21T07:20:58.404-04:00URBAN DICTIONARY - WORD OF THE DAY - MARATHONGood Morning all...<br />
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Boston's own Marathon Monday... Here's to em... I don't even like to drive 26.2 miles.<br />
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<a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=marathon&page=2">http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=marathon&page=2</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Marathon&defid=2070481">Marathon</a> <br />
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The first Marathon was ran by a Greek Soldier named Pheidippides who was sent by the Greek Army to proclaim the victory agianst the Persians but he collapsed dead tired.Now and days Television networks make fun of The Marathon word by using it on continueous Shows like Cartoon's and Dating on Mtv."It's obious,They Can't Run." </div>
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Runner girl:"Hey Ted let's run a 5k." <br />Ted:"No women im to busy watching the Cops Marathon,it's been going three hours nonstop!" </div>
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by <a class="author" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/author.php?author=Runner+Bulldog">Runner Bulldog</a> November 04, 2006 </div>
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<a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Easter&defid=3876496">Easter</a> </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKiGP9j9ey3xYXvMryVOICYCPCfSkdZT-rzOj8jIpJp2S8iYTsmCSA_dbCjhVBQtWeyzPnUxxl5WLLhXDeuAxuJNTWOfHoF77jmWQulgAhFePpINdTgoBqkQT6lNG1kM0GUGS3XiEMco/s1600/easter.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKiGP9j9ey3xYXvMryVOICYCPCfSkdZT-rzOj8jIpJp2S8iYTsmCSA_dbCjhVBQtWeyzPnUxxl5WLLhXDeuAxuJNTWOfHoF77jmWQulgAhFePpINdTgoBqkQT6lNG1kM0GUGS3XiEMco/s1600/easter.png" /></a>It obviously is an adjective that is better than best. <br /><br />Good Friday... Easter Sunday. <br /><br />Jesus died on good Friday, but it was even BETTER when he came back to life. <br /><br />So Easter > Absolute Best. </div>
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"Hey man, you going to church for Good Friday?" <br />"No, way, I'm saving all my church time for Easter Sunday, it's better." </div>
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Dools33http://www.blogger.com/profile/00935498673004427752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420227174085396312.post-89582934985500673702014-04-17T23:25:00.003-04:002014-04-17T23:25:47.568-04:00Urban Dictionary - "Just ducky"and then...<br />
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Calm on the surface, paddling like crazy beneath. </div>
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