Saturday, January 30, 2016

My 2016 Obstacle Course Race Schedule ... So Far

It's the start of my 4th year of OCR, Mudruns, ...whatever you choose to call them.
It all started with a Groupon back in 2012 for the now defunct Super Hero Scramble. I was immediately hooked.

(note: this was written while battling a cold last week)
Today, I'm home from work with a miserable cold, staring wistfully out the window at my climbing rope and pull up station and thinking I should at least do a round of P90X in the living room.
It's only a cold after all.

The OCR schedule so far looks like this:

So, that's 5 new T-shirts, 5 new finisher medals, 5 new GoPro videos, and an unknown number of scrapes and bruises.

Hopefully other races may come along between May and December, but currently this is it. 
Based on past history, I'll probably do the Fall Savage Race too.

If you haven't tried an OCR and you are trying to get fit, they are awesome motivation to "just keep pushing play" on your home workout program, whether it's Insanity, PiYo, P90X, or some other plan.

Works for me anyway ... I'm pretty sure I'm stronger at 58 than I was at 28.

Keep moving my friends.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016


It was a cold day and not even the bright Florida sunshine could change that.
No windelicious summer breezes could be found. Perhaps they were off to the Keys or even farther south. In their absence a stern wind with cold shoulders made it a day for bill warming wing tucks ... and empty stomachs.
We stood pondering the cold, the wind, the lack of quiet smooth water for skimming bills to snap up fish.
This wasn't good.
Best to conserve energy on such a day.

And yet ...
The humans were out in force, skimming this way and that on the tumultuous sea.
 Their smooth black feathers glistened as they dipped giant bills into the waves.

Down, across, ...

...and under, they skimmed relentlessly.
We had to admire that persistence, even as we debated their fishing strategy.

We moved when they got too close ...for all their skimming, we never saw one catch a single fish.
We were concerned that they might be hungry from all that fishless skimming.
They didn't fly very well so we had no fear in the air.
Besides, they only came out of the water briefly and then plunged back in to skim again.

Occasionally, tired and fishless, they tucked their big bills under and rested, much like our flock on this winter day.
Probably, like us, he's wishing for the calm, flat water that makes skimming a breeze.