My Competition...

At the current moment I love two things,

A) To take pictures and B) To compete in sports.

At the current time I'm still unable to compete, albeit; I dream about it day and night. To dawn the colors representing my country is the ultimate honor an athlete can achieve, besides standing on the podium with a medal in hand. Nothing I have done to date compares to the thrill and anticipation of a race or a game. Facing off against another fierce competitor, it all comes down to who is better prepared for battle. Unfortunately I have a ways to go yet before I am recovered and can begin my full-time training. I live in a city that revolves around sport. My heart and my desires lie in my ability to perform.

Today, tomorrow, and everyday forthwith I will be competing with myself to learn self-control. When I should lay down the racquet, take of the skates, pass on a beer...

The day I master my self control is the day I become unstoppable. That is the same day I don't let my meager social life impede the reason I'm here on earth. The hardest thing in life is separating the things we think matter, and choosing to stay focused on our goals. Countless times I find myself getting lost in my own sorrow and feeling sorry for myself.

My Dirty Pleasure...

When most people think of dirty pleasures, sweets, booze, cigarettes, any number of things come to mind. My dirty pleasure is the climbing wall. Knowing full well that I have at least 3 more months of rehab before I may make a full return to sports, I still went for another workout this morning.

I fear that if this becomes an epidemic I will set back recovery even further. Self-control is a virtue I must learn.

The all to familiar feeling of chalk clogging my pores and the snug fitting shoes, I ambled around a few bouldering problems this morning. After half an hour climbing, and a little exploring I stepped further into the gym and did a couple of plyos, reminding me of how much I miss training with Pep.

I have a thing for sounds, the sound of snow crunching under my skis, ice cutting under my blades, the clanking of carabiners, the endless hum of tires meeting concrete under my bike. These are a few of the things I miss the most. I welcome christmas with open arms, that Is the day I return to "REAL sports".

Affirmation

A fear was conquered today, if only for the shortest of times. This morning I woke up went for a warmup bike ride and ironed my clothes and set out to the golf course. Having been slimed by the school golf coach who was resisting giving my a fair tryout on his team. I showed up uninvited to his home club, and marketed myself like a true salesman.

Long story short, he saw genius in my madness. Giving me a chance this morning to try out for his team. With my knees shaking, terrified, demons creeping just below my composed exterior I foraged onward. Having not competed in a couple of years my game definitely needs work; however, I performed well enough to warrant a second tryout and a title bout with his top performing aces next week.

Any win at this point is a good win. Joey this ones for you!

AHHH I'M RUNNING OUT OF PICTURES!!!! ARRRRRG!!!!!

My Triumph

Tomorrow morning I will triumph victoriously over one of my worst demons. My fear. My fear is that I'm not good enough or that I will fail. Knowing full well that skill and capability are not an issue. Tomorrow being afraid of not measuring up to someone's standard's, or fear of failure are not a possibility. Confusing? YES! Contradictory? YES

Tomorrow is the day, I'm going to the golf course and trying out for the golf team. Having sabotaged tournaments, tryouts, matches, q-school opportunities. That all stops Now. The power of NOW is my inspiration. With my head held high, and my eye on the cup. I walk powerfully into the light of the unknown. All I know is that at the end of tomorrow, victory or not, I did the best I could and had the best possible frame of mind going into it.

Goodnight and farewell. Tomorrow is a new day.

My GOOD DAY!!!

Today is a good day! Today I smell like sweat, nice stinky sweat. This isn't the type of sweat from a hot summers day. The scent I am wearing today is MAN. For the first time in 4 months I got some exercise!!!

It may have lasted for only 30 minutes, because I am unfortunately still injured, inactivity will be my main activity for the next three months. However, the point remains, my brain is full of positive endorphins. YAY FOR ME.

A GOOD DAY...NO A GRRRRREAT DAY!

(photographer unknown)

My Depression...

I'm in a funk, I've lost my creative inspiration. Where has it gone? When will it come back? What causes this writers block?

When will I be able to play sports again? When will I find myself? When I think about the things I love they seem out of reach and untouchable. I long for a run, a skate, a workout. My muscles are fading into a state of atrophy. I see myself in the mirror, my body is reminiscent of a cancer patients. Nothing of what it used to be while active and training everyday.

Endorphins...

I call this photo Jesus in my arms. Don't ask me why

MAN TIME!!!

I am man hear me ROAR!!!!! With all of my recent posts about thoughts and feelings, I've left out a key part to who I am. Sports, I would like to take a second to acknowledge one of the greatest sports on the planet. Yes, It is created by Canadians, more importantly was forged into a sport hundreds of years ago by the Natives. LACROSSE.

I grew up playing lacrosse, it taught me sportsmanship, respect, and made me tough.

The boys of summer play baseball and the men of summer play lacrosse. The sport of lacrosse has it all, the speed and power of football and hockey. The endurance, strategy, and agility of soccer and basketball . When I'm on the floor my heart is racing my adrenaline is pumping and I'm in the game. Fighting, scoring, snot bubbling hits, this isn't a game for pansies. This is for men.

(picture from google)

To see what I mean watch a Montage Here