If only this were me. It pains me to say I've neglected nearby Mt. Ashland this year. Partially because of a small knee injury, and also because I find myself with a lack of people to accompany me. Oh well. There are still months left in the season, and if all else fails I'll just go on up by myself for some of that sweet white powder.
At the start of Christmas break I joined Superior Athletic Club. I've been very diligent in going there; almost 5 times a week since school started back up. In that time I've witnessed a wide variety of people who all seem to fall into several different categories. Despite this, everyone seems to follow the same routine when it comes time to hit the locker room.
After a good workout ones body is covered in sweat and oils. This would lead you to think that people would bust out their best to cleanse themselves afterwards. Wrong. I go into the locker room and I must say I'm incredibly disappointed with the lack of good cleansing products I see in there. Almost every person I've seen has been content using the cheap liquid soap to wash their hair, clean their face, and wash their body. I find this slightly outrageous and borderline gross.
I'm not here to bash on others though. I actually thought it better to suggest my own routine as an example. My toiletry bag carries several basic necessities that I feel should be in every man's gym bag. You start off with a good shampoo and conditioner. I prefer Burts Bees Shampoo. A good facial cleanser and toner are also a good idea. Lastly, a pleasantly scented body wash is a great way to prepare yourself to go back into the world. And whether it is soap or body wash, it's always easier to scrub while using a loofa. This may sound "sissy" or "feminine" to some, but I don't really care what others think. I'm acting on function not opinion. It's not that tough or painstakingly long of a process, but using good products after working out can be vital in maintaining a healthy appearance.
Hopefully I can lead by example.
School has been taking up most of my time lately, leaving no time for blogging. I do have a lot to write about, and will hopefully get some posts going on a regular basis now that the semester is over.
I came home today with the thoughts and feelings that I didn't belong. Everywhere I go, and in almost everything I do, I can't say I feel "part of the group". Sunday at Youth Symphony I felt different than most, a lack of motivation to be there playing my instrument, and not that much in common with my peers. Today at a small Brain Bowl match between North and South I again found myself out of place, caring to laugh at, rather than engage in the random and somewhat strange topics of conversation discussed by my teammates. Monday morning, I found myself walking by the cars of basketball players at practice, when I came to the realization that I would not again care to sacrifice much of my time to play a spotlighted and committed Varsity sport such as Soccer or Basketball. Even with some friends I feel as if they don't always care for me to be in their presence. I really don't know what to make of how I'm feeling, perhaps that I'm just ready to move on in life. That said, how does a person move on to something new, when they don't feel a strong base of belonging, support and friendship to fall back on?
I was hoping to find out about the different people who are reading this blog by posting something that wouldn't require anonymous commenting. Here's five random questions for everyone:
1. Who's in your CD/MP3/whatever player right now?
2. Who do you pick to win the Super Bowl?
3. What was the last book you read?
4. What's your favorite brand of jeans(I said random)?
5. When was the last time you went to the gym?
Have you ever been told a blatant lie right to your face? I don't mean like someone telling you that your new haircut makes you look like David Beckham, or your homemade brownies taste like heaven. I'm talking about the kind of lie where you know you're being lied to as the words are rolling off their tongue. This is a serious question. I want any readers of this relatively new blog to comment, I'm really interested in what you have to say and how you felt.
I came home Friday evening knowing I would wake up the next morning, a white landscape awaiting me. Snow! It was predicted to hit where I live in Jacksonville, and even the valley floor. Sure enough almost seven inches blanketed the hills surrounding my home. At first, like any other kid, I was surprised, exited, even amazed.
The novelty soon wore off. After playing in the snow for an hour or so, I was ready to retreat back into my warm home for hot cocoa. Later on as I talked of going out for the night, I was quickly denied by my parents who claimed it was too dangerous to be driving. I started out happy to play in that abundant white stuff, but I ended up a prisoner in my own home.
"What do you want to do when you grow up"? This question seems to be asked all the time of little kids, adolescents, and young adults. I know I've thought about this question more than my fair share of times in my youth. Ironically enough, numerous visits recently to my pediatrician, physical therapist, and chiropractor have lead to me to think about a future career in the medical field. Starting this year off in Anatomy and Physiology I was unaware of how interesting the study of the human body could be. It is such an intricate creation that functions so smoothly. This class was rumored to be one of the most difficult in the school, but I have found it nothing but fun studying for the Practicum's (fancy word for a test), and find myself with an acceptable grade in the class. Not only that but it's fun. I'm certainly not ruling out other options at this point, but the medical field is one I find fascinating. Especially if I attend the Air Force Academy. Four years of undergraduate work-Free, then five-six years in medical school-Free, and I come out with zero debt from college, and a job that pays six figures. A pretty good deal as far as I'm concerned.
It has been too long since my last post. No worries. Break kept me busy with friends and family, and this last week of school has proved difficult, leaving little time for the more trivial aspects of life. Again, no worries. I plan on cleaning up the entropic existence I've found myself in lately. A mere week back from vacation and I already miss it. School has always come as a challenge, but I have always been up to it, ready to ace the tests, or write a paper. Now I could care less. I suppose "senioritis" has reared its ugly head in my life, as I find each day a new battle just to wake and dress for school. Classes seem long and pointless, cavalier teachers blow my mind, and homework is unwelcome dross. I can honestly say that lunch remains the best part of my day. No teachers, no class, just good food and great friends.
I'm somewhat scared by my last sentence as I have one semester till graduation, and I fear that lunch as my sole motivation will not carry me to the end. I need a renewed spirit in myriad ways. My religion, relationship with family, attitude towards school, and friends have all suffered recently. I find myself more than ready for change. More than anything, I need to find motivation. Where to find it is the problem. I can search for it inside myself, I know it is there; but there must be another way to achieve it. Perhaps it will appear as a result of some changes I'm making in my TMS (Time Management Skills for those who don't know Mr. Greg Jost). Organization seems to be one of the keys to success.
Hopefully, things will straighten out soon. (I don't know how else to end this post)
