Ten Weeks Of Traning & The Pumpkin

Today is Tuesday February Twenty Third Two Thousand Ten. A Tuesday. Normally I wouldn't be very excited for a Tuesday but I'm going to the Celtics game with my father tonight. It is a make up for last January when we had tickets to the game but I was going thru heroin withdrawal and couldn't make it to the game. How pleasant. I am sure that I will be in better shape for the game this year and I am glad that I am able to go with him. Then tomorrow nite is Spearhead opening up for John Mayer and my plan for that is to see Spearhead and then maybe thirty minutes of the other guy. I am only going because of the xx chromo quotient and I'm sure I will have a good time. I have not seen a show at the Fleece Center for years and I'm sure the people watching will be interesting.

I met with my trainer this morning and it was our tenth meeting so the contract is over. I am going to continue with five more sessions spread out over eight weeks or so but it is amazing how far I've come since the first week of December. To quote a phrase I hate, its time to kick it up a notch and I am glad for it. At this point I don't have a problem with the workout kicking my ass and while I am far from in shape I am feeling really good when I am in the gym and certainly afterwords. She is going to come up with this three week training program which I will use moving forward and that means working specific parts of my bod certain days rather than just working small parts of my over all bod. I am comfortable will most of the exercises that I've been doing and try my best to keep up the good form. One of the things thats been super helpful is her showing me what I do when I get tired and try to cheat on an exercise. That way I can watch for it and make sure to do it correctly moving forward. She mentioned that she has the intro period for ten weeks so she can see if her client is willing to put the time and work into it. I consider working out as part of my life now and plan to continue it till I physically can't do anything anymore.

I ran my first business meeting last nite and it seemed to go ok. Everything was going along swimmingly till a member brought up some new business and due to his way of phrasing things it took about twenty minutes for everyone to understand what he was talking about. I knew it was coming and dealt with it and I hope that people were ok with my performance. It is very interesting to watch people interact and see what things people are passionate about and how they go about pointing that out to others. Well, on the bright side there are only eleven more of them to go and all I can do is try my best. (BB!) Progress not perfection as they say. It continues to annoy me that many of AA-isms make sense to me and that I remember them. I think I will be able to handle them as long as I don't have a "Easy Does It" bumper sticker on my car. I kinda like "FUCK YOU PIGS I AM SOBER" or "SUCK IT PIGS, I DONT'T DRINK" but that might seem a little argumentative for some people. I'd probably get pulled over a bunch which is a nice segway (sp?) to my next paragraph.

I used to drive a Seventy Two VW Camper Bus, color orange. It had the pop top, kitchen, stove, closet, etc and was the perfect hippie mobile. I also had super long hair and seemed to only wear tie dyes, cargo shorts, and birkenstocks then so I was a mobile target for law enforcement. I can't even begin to count the number of times I was pulled over and asked if I had anything in the automobile. I would just look at the leo and laugh and tell him that while I may be stupid enough to drive a vehicle like this I am not stupid enough to have anything illegal inside it. That didn't mean there may or may not have been an area outside the auto where certain devices and or substances might have been found. It was a great right to go to parties in because I always had a place to crash and I also never could speed in it. Last I heard it was seen by a friend of mine on Nantucket and it had flowers painted on it. He knew it had been mine because there is a New London, NH dump sticker on a window that can't be reached in a normal fashion.

I used to be into firearms, not for hunting bambi or donald or another human but for shooting at either paper targets, milk jugs, clay pigeons, or household appliances. I belonged to a gun club the next town over and I used to drive the bus over there back then. In compliance to state firearm laws I would store my instruments of death in the lockable closet in the back of the bus. One day I was driving to the range and my finicky tail light decided to go out and sure enough a po-po pulled me over. When the officer asked me if I had anything in the auto that he should know about. I explained that I had the civilian model of the m-14 as well as a .45 in the back. Hand on gun, the officer tells me to get out of the car very carefully so that I can show him my firearm lisc and have him check that the guns were secured properly. As I get out of the bus I turn around and am face to face with a guy I was in boy scouts with. We recognized each other at about the same moment and his face broke into a wide smile. Next thing I know he is checking out my assault rifle on the side of the road jabbering about firearms. I always wondered what people thought as they were driving by, a long haired guy and a po-po with an evil looking assault rifle in his hands.

I stopped shooting over ten years ago because drinking was more important to me than anything else. I am very safe and careful around firearms and take them as seriously as I do my sobriety. At this point in my life I don't have the desire to shoot anything even if it is a paper target. I am in favor or gun control and believe there are too many unlicensed firearms in the streets. I believe that most gun owners are to be trusted but all it takes is one jackass to shoot someone by accident. I do believe in the second amendment but within reason. I know that sounds very wishy washy and it is but I was raised learning about gun safety and had many good sober days shooting non living things at the range. I have only shot one living thing in my life and it was with a bb gun in my folks back yard. It was the state bird of MA, the chickadee and I only winged the poor thing but I don't think it could fly. I still to this day feel guilty about it and don't plan on shooting anything else unless I was in a survival situation.