Fitness + Health: Easy to discuss, difficult to practice


Aug. 28, 2013

50 laps in 35 minutes (with fins)
Aug. 28, 2013

50 laps in 35 minutes (with fins) July 13, 2013

First Overnight Bike Trip

The time has come. Joe and I are going on our first overnight bike trip to China Camp Basin in Marin! Our only other camping trip so far was wholly unsuccessful (a rainstorm forced us to drive home), so this will be great. We are biking the whole way there and back. This is going to be Advil-tastic. Stay tuned for vids.


July 14, 2013

First Overnight Bike Trip: The Saga Continues

This overnight trip was a more relaxing vacation than most of the long vacations we have had. A 30-50 mile-ride through the paradise that is Marin. Perfect weather and great company. A few months ago, I signed up for the NorCal Bike Meetup Group, thinking Joe and I might meet some like-minded folks and learn more about bike touring and travel without having to rely in our trial of error method of attempting to figure out how to make the most tof our life here in the Bay. I sigen us up for a Beginner's Overnight Bike Camping" trip that was taught by someone who had never led a trip before. There were five of us: Robert, our super laid back neophyte tour guide; Kohe the most free-spirited Tokyo-ite I have ever met and Mirza, a Bosnian Swede with a strong interest in sous vide, Joe and I. Almost immediately as we began our ride I began to feel a great weight being lifted off my shoulders. No longer responsible for anyone else's fun, I began to relax. Robert acted as our defacto GPS, and even when we got lost a few times, I never worried. We started with "The Wiggle" which is a trail through San Francisco that minimizes the need to bike on streets with insanely steep grades. We took "The Wiggle" through to Presidio Park, admiring the lovely bike boxes and other ped-friendly infrastructure that would have made my former Lansing self drool wuth envy. Presidio Park was a steep cimb, but was completely rewarded with the panorama of bikeing across the Golden Gate Bridge into Sausalito. This is where we learned our first critical lesson: Avoid Sausalito at all costs. Another hour will bring you into Larkspur, a way lovlier less touristy town. We started getting bike hungry on the way and in my hunger, I made a gastronomical discovery that nory and peanut butter are a delicious combination.Everyone was in great spirits, albiet hungry as we rolled into an artisan pizza place in Larkspur that offered a stunning vista of Mount Tam. We had a more than memorable meal, featuring burrata and fava bean salad, an incredible house cured pepperoni pizza in an oven that would put the pizzas of Forge, our new local pizza place, to shame. Finally, we topped it off with Strauss soft serve vanilla ice cream, so fresh, enrobed in sea salted caramel. Slightly euphoric by the great conversation and even better food, we cruised several switchback hills and finally made it to our campesite at around 5pm. China Camp was a wierd old former Chinese fishing Village with one resident left. Too tired to explore, Joe and I set up shop and bought wood for a fire, while our companions rode for another 2 hours back to the "convenience" store to grab dinner. We basked in our mosquito-free Marin climate. The fun really got started when everyone returned. First, we made one of the best grossest but best dinners I've ever had." Then we found out an amateur astronomer was giving a lecture that evening. Finally a women passed through our site and asked us if we wanted to jam with her and a bunch of folks that evening. Kohe, who had carried an insane Peruvian drum with him all the way up from SF was so excited. The night was relaxed and magical. Swapping stories across the campfire we dined on an admixture of the following: macaroni with tuna, peas and chicken apple sausage pieces, udon noodles in a dashi broth with steamed broccoli and carrots, hard boiled eggs, "glasses" of reisling wine and chocolate. Everything was improvised and made over the campfire. Kohe played is wierd drum and tended to the fire. The stars were brilliant as we stumbled off to bed, although I still managed to brush teeth, floss and wash face. This helped me sleep solid through the night. The next morning's breakfast was equally crazy. Robert made eggs and bacon using his new camp stove, and Kohe made the leftover udon, along with peach pancakes. We left our site leisurely around noon, and before we left, toured the China Camp Beach museum, where the last remaining resident, an 84 year old man, fixed us shrimp sandwiches, while Joe picked fresh blackberries off the bush. Despite a tumble taken by one of our companions, we all rode back in high spirits. Joe and I bade our companions goodbye, then waited for the Ferry. We had 2 hours to kill, and so meandered off to this swank Marin strip mall, where I bought a book on biking, Joe explored and we enjoyed some wicked food truck cuisine. The sun setting, we ferried it back to the Embarcadero, then BARTed back to the East Bay, full of grins over our mission successfully accomplished. Joe was not writhing in back pain and I was wholly happy over my new discovery of this meetup group. I think this is the beginning of some beautiful adventures, stay tuned for photo/vid~

June 14, 2013

Mental Health

Fitness and health is the only aspect of my life in which striving for absolute normalcy is the goal. Sometimes I think the entire purpose of my life is to create a routine and adhere to it. Wake up, excercise, eat healthy food, get fresh air, live in a safe place. But I work long hours in order to realize these things, which in turn leads me to stay up late so I can't wake up, then wake up too late to excercise, be too stressed out to eat healthy food, work too much to get fresh air and make innumerable compromises on my identity in order to feel secure. I'm seeking out ways to overcome this paradoxical quandry, but so far, it just feels like an ongoing struggle, albeit a somehwat subdued struggle. Today I was approached by an absolutely lovely Hare Krishna follower. His persona, at least to the outside world, was one of peace and merriment, like there was nothing he would rather do in the world than approach strangers and ask them to say 'Hare Krishna.' I'd be lying if I didn't at that moment, yearn to follow a religuous cult that tells me what to think, how to behave and how to live. But despite all of my confusion and stumbling about, I'm pretty amused by the life I've built so far. I just hope it keeps getting better (until it gets worse). Hare Krishna!


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