Well this would be the 2nd 40oz party a rock climbing friend threw at his house and lets just let the pictures speak for themselves...

Yea I was just as shocked!

Check out my commuter tan!

The girls....

 

and then it just got outta control....

yea....

This is Ryan. He is awesome... and a strong climber. He has bad ass 40oz Parties!

Having a good time... Dave is the biggest Pimp ever.

Jabari was my roomamte for 2 years and he is also from oakland.... history here with his FIRST 4OOOOODEE!

Yea it took me all day to recover from last night... good times.

I would say the only thing I "love" about Mondays, but I hate them so much so there is no room for love on Mondays, unless it's a date with a hot girl. So may I digress to "like," as there are things I that I can enjoy that much on Mondays.

At the top of the list:

Many Pulses/Posts/Pictures to be updated on Xanga from my subscriptions, so I get some good entertainment to keep me being not so bored and pissed off about monday.


That's about the only thing on this list.

I'll write some more stuff later.

I remember as a kid hearing my elders speak of how their bodies ache, doesn't work right, and can't bend this way or that way. They would just say that enjoy it and take care of it as I played outside. Man they were right.

Despite being an athlete growing up and always play sports and running around, since I didnt have a Nintendo, I always thought I would be able to do any and everything I've always done. I was a division 1 cross country runner in high school, went to state & Western Regional and played soccer and hockey all through my days from elementary to college. I didnt like sitting around doing nothing, and still dont. I thoguht with all this behind me I would be fit and good to go. But like all performance machines they need to be maintained and worked on continuously.

So I went off to college and went from athelete to"lazy ass." I didnt really excerise too much and just went out and had a good time, played lots of video games in the arcade and so on. But I tried out for the SJSU hockey team and walked on. =) But.... I wasnt nearly in the shape I was before, as I stopped playing hockey my Sr. year in high school and it took me 2 years before I missed it enough that I had to play. So I played, but the body not being tuned up for almost 3 years let me know real fast that it couldnt do what I needed it to do. I figured I was out of shape, and so with enough practice I was able to get back on my game, but my endurance was nothing what it used to be. Sadly I got injured half way through the season and so my college hockey days were put to an end.

About 2 years later, still in college, I really wanted to get back in shape so I was really working hard at it with long moring runs for 6 miles and trying to be as active as possible. Summer rolled around and I went to the track doing workouts that I did in high school for track and field. I push and push myself for that entire summer and came to the conclusion that the extra 20-25 lbs that I put on, and I needed it when I was getting racked on the boards during the ice hockey season, that I wasnt the 16-18 yr old 119-128lb runner, I once was. I felt in shape, but not like I wanted to feel. I wanted to have my high school athleticism back!

2 years later I wass doing some running, but nothing too intense and then I signed up for the Disneyland half marathon. I was think it cant be too bad 13.1 miles is a joke compared to my 15 miles workouts I used to run back in high school. I started training in January for the September run and started out with some 8-9 mile workouts. They were long and my legs were not what they used to be, but I figure that I was good enough to do it. I stopped trainging later as I figured I would need to since I felt I could do it anyways. And then the race day came. It was the worse racec I ever ran. I went out really fast and ran a the first 3 miles in 17ish mins and I knew then I was in for some serious pain since I was nowhere in shape as I needed to be to keep that pace. So I backed off my speed, and keep going. The sun was beating down on me and I started to feel tight in my legs and I knew I was a goner.... somewhere after mile 7 I stopped to stretch and then crapped up so back it was horrible. So I ran a bit and walked a bit... ran some more and walked some more.. finally was able to jog and then I was sick of the slow pace and took of spririting the last mile. It hurt so bad.

Here I am a year later rock climbing and loving it. Once again thinking I want to get back in shape. I want to get more strength in my more body and core so I can be a stronger climber and try new problems, but this time I'm taking it slow and only have one thought on my mind... I'm not 16-18 anymore and I'll never have that kind of time to train and excerise, but I'll do my best to stay as fit as possible.

Yea.... about 21-23ish the body just doesnt work the same anymore, hate to dissappoint you, but it's true...