We are the Champions.

What's playing on the iPod right now: You Gotta Fight by the Beastie Boys


The only disability in life is a bad attitude. ~Scott Hamilton

Perfect. Even the Beastie Boys agree with me. The shuffle feature is like a musical 8 ball of fate.
I search for messages from the Universe, sent to me via the next random song.

I've realized that I looooove to work out. I love to sweat and I love to glow. I love the way I feel during the next couple of days when my body's sore. I love it when my muscles reflect my effort.

I took too much time off and forgot how great this feels, but I think I'll be sticking to this idea of getting at least four good workouts in each week. I've got a bike, weights, my own two feet and soon I hope to have another treadmill. I've got what I need to get my sweat on.

Right now my abs, glutes, quads and hams are all sore. Even after 228 combined upper, lower and oblique crunches, coupled with 10 miles of walking and biking in the past 48 hours, I'm wondering if my muscles will heal soon enough for me to go biking in Santa Cruz this weekend.

I'm not where I was last year, when this picture was taken - spending 6 days of the week in the dojo, training for the tournament or the belt test, but I am remembering how good it felt.

I used to feel sorry for people who couldn't find the motivation to get up, get out and get going, but after seeing the man who waterskied with no limbs on a youTube video, I really don't have that much compassion left. I'm trying, though.

After all, I was 42 when I trained for my first marathon and 46 when I got back into the martial arts. If I can create my own motivation, so can everyone else. The trick is to love yourself enough to treat yourself well.

But then again, what do I know? It's not like that's a gold medal around my neck. ;)