The truth is…everything…at least for this motorcycle blog. Faithful readers will know that my writings are not a “I went here and did that” travelogue. I’ve always struggled to convey in my writings…not just what I did…but…how I felt…the motivations and drives behind the man and machine. These are the important things, and frankly, the most difficult to convey.
Those are not easily separated into neat little boxes…and it’s difficult to describe to the reader in a meaningful way what it is that drives me…when I’m not entirely sure myself.
What I do…and why…and how I felt about it…is not confined in any concrete way to JUST my motorcycle.
Passion as principle. It has it’s advantages…it also has it’s costs.
Oh hey…I should note for the deliberately obtuse that may be reading along…I am NOT (surprise) a doctor. In fact, I’m rather well known for being skeptical of more than a couple claims and guidelines the medical community puts out. I’ve been known to tell doctors…in rather plain language…to “bugger off” on occasion…particularly since I’ve had more than one that seems to think that what I’ve done here…can’t BE done…is unrealistic…and doomed to failure. You sure ya don’t want these (expensive) pills? Or surgery maybe?
You also may find contradictory opinions or statements from me amongst the postings. This is because my knowledge, experience…and in particular…my feelings on this issue are growing…and changing. These posts are written at the time of the incident/failure/accomplishment and are seldom edited later (except for obvious typos).
As a young man, growing up in an “economically challenged” (means “poor”) environment, hard work was often my only currency. Construction/electrical and farm-field work…as well as many, many night hours taking whatever job I could get, traded a bunch of my health (and more than a little of my soul) to make my way and eventually progress in this world.
A young, healthy, hard-working man can sustain a work output burning 900-1100 calories an hour most of the day. I did so…for months at a time. Thirty-six hour shifts were not uncommon…
I learned to eat cheap, calorie-rich, easy to make/carry foods. My work required consumption of better than 8000 calories a day just to maintain my weight and be capable of doing the hard work necessary to survive.
Injuries (some serious) accumulated in a lifetime of hard work (and occasional play) also began to take their toll…
Then, as many hard working people do…I “progressed”…putting myself through college and eventually landing what was mostly a desk job.
Those eating habits don’t just magically vanish…but I still worked hard…just a different sort. THINGS had to be done…stress. Study. Put in massive hours…and try as I might…those things never seemed to include worrying about myself.
Wasn’t a habit, ya see. Essentially, everything but me was on the list of things to do or worry about…but my own well-being never was. I simply went to sleep.
It’s the only thing in my life I’ve ever truly failed at…utterly and completely.
One day I woke up and decided I had to do something. It is…bar none…the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
That story is here (newest posts at the top).
Thanks for following along.
5/21/18: My brain has 100 reasons, in an endless litany parading though my head, on why I shouldn’t be here. Continue reading
02/24/2018: I have *two* pair of jeans…and *six* shirts (4 of which I just bought) that I can wear…out of my entire closet. Continue reading
2/9/2018: Paying anything to roll the dice just one more time… Continue reading
1/30/2018: “But,” says I to the cats, “I can’t work out in formal wear!” Continue reading
1/23/2018: Great. Cheating on my diet, naked, with no icing and no flavor. Continue reading
1/22/2018: If I’m gonna be miserable and in pain, I may as well be getting paid for it. Continue reading
1/12/2018: And why…do I so intently feel that I’m running out of time? Continue reading
01/02/2018: Stand with me and shake a fist at 2018 and yell, “Bring it on!” Continue reading
12/27/17: One lesson that was consistently meted out working my way up from the dregs of poverty, is that life is expensive. One of the most widely accepted currencies used to advance it…is pain. Continue reading
12/23/17: “What kind of dangerous things?”
“Hard work, women, and motorcycles.” Continue reading
12/18/17: A few years back me looking to lose 18-20 pounds would be like tossing a deck chair off the bow of the Titanic. Continue reading
12/14/17: Head games. You’d think of all the things I’ve mastered (or at least gotten good at) over the years…what’s going on in my own head would be one of ’em.
11/19/17: Suffice it to say…”O-stupid-thirty” is seldom seen by reasonable people. Continue reading
10/30/17: Translation: I went *splat*. Continue reading
10/27/17: This latest round of tests yields a rather dramatic result… Continue reading
10/11/17: I don’t think I can get ’em to cut it down another FIFTEEN inches… Continue reading
10/7/17: There was a lesson in that deadlift…
…and I ain’t just talking about weights. Continue reading
9/25/17: My “out of kilter”…has gone on for more than 35 years. Literally everything and everyone has been higher on the list than my health. Time to change things, yes? But HOW? Continue reading
“I’ll have the grilled chicken please.”
“Ya want that deep fried hon?” Continue reading
8/22/27: Yeah, I know the numbers. Intimately. But still…every now and then they jump out at ya in some new manner. Continue reading
9/19/17: Hell no. Told ya. I’m an engineer. Math turns me on…this causes my wife to look at me oddly at times… Continue reading
9/18/17: And then my company pulls a Häagen-Dazs Ice Cream truck into our parking lot…handing out free ice cream to employees. Continue reading
9/15/17: I’d claim I’m winning…but I do not recognize either of the men in this picture. Continue reading
7/15/17: Padding silently across the carpet, eyes well adjusted to the night, I catch a glimpse of motion and turn to face it. A most dangerous thing stands there facing me. THE most dangerous thing in fact. The only thing I’ve faced that has the power to ultimately destroy me and everything I’ve worked for. And it can do it so easily that it’s frightening to ponder. Continue reading
6/2/17: …and a crack appears on the dotted line. Continue reading
5/1/17: It is easily possible for one man to eat $100 worth of strawberries in a month. In moderation. Sigh. Continue reading
4/7/17: She looks at me a bit wide-eyed and says, “Wow. What exactly are you shooting for?” Continue reading
3/23/17: Six weeks ago today I announced (on my Facebook feed I think), that I’d had enough…and no matter what it took…sacrificing job, friend, or family obligations, I was going to tackle my fitness. Continue reading
10/20/15: …and those other things in your life are jealous taskmasters. Work, family, friends, your health, life’s goals…well…they are not so forgiving of your shift of attention. Continue reading