>Go awol! St. Paul, where you at? LA, where you at? Bridging the gap, where you at-at? Oh my goodness UCLA is here. Call it uklah the mok or the House the Dragon built, this weekend is going to be the sick like malaria. I feel the spirit of the Little Dragon on this mission with us, guys and dolls. It feels real. Denmark snuck up on me, the Double Shot Rockstar express from Utah to Camp Pendleton kneed me in the nuts and then threw me down like unwanted popsicle, and this weekend has been standing at the finish line giving me the finger since last December . I am as amped for this evolution as I have ever been for anything, yet the vessel is tired. Not limping along like a beaten mule, but the wires and pivot points, hinges and swivel bits are all creaky from a lack of proper lubrication. After the gut was sliced open for surgery to repair a hernia, I avoided most prolonged hip extension and ALL hardcore back bending, arching, or even standing fully erect. 10 days off from work and a whole lot of non-exercise later, I began walking to and fro work again, as well as some light stretching and mobility. My forced relaxation has come back around, but the mobility has not lubed me up proper yet, and just today did I pick up bell, in a sock puppeted hand, and rip off 5 swings LR, 5 Tsnatches LR, 5 C&P LR, and again 5 Tsnatches LR. I felt great doing so, and then after a shift at the observatory [not really an observatory, thought that would be a gnarly place to work] I felt wrecked. My high thoracic musculature is uber tight, and the right latissimus is as jacked up as the left one. But you know what? I cannot say shite about shite because this is the path and I walk hard. So what, right? My back is tight. The solution? No bells tomorrow. There are innocent men in jail, and my back is tight. Kiss the sky and move on.
I am running a team at UCLA, but not teaching any of the core curriculum, something that at first was off putting, but made much sense upon review. Check it: The assistants and I have a group to run, and that is our mission. The early schedule has me administering the Tsnatch test rules and a swing weight-ladders ‘practice session’. Just like Staff Sergeant Sykes, I thank God for every day on the field. Ooh, Rah. I am going to sleep on a nice hotel floor, with two sheets and three pillows, wrapping with Nepodal about whatever, and for sure bumping my gums with a bushel of swell cats and kittens all days and nights. Buffet dinner on the Warrior Diet? Fuckin‘ right. Pumping and mobility-ing with the team all weekend? Yes, Sir. Watching Bruce move his feet with greater precision and eloquence than any upright organism time immemorial? Heck yes. And once again I am on the same field with greats like Brett Jones, Pavel, Marks Cheng and Reifkind, and tapping the strengths of the instructor corps, the DD staff, and the gentle guidance of JDC. Should be a bloody bash of bells and bellies swelled by buffet bravery. I will detail the minutes from my recent two feedings.
Cube and roast 1 massive zucchini squash with EVOO and sea salt.
Steam 1 big bag of baby spinach.
Slice artfully, and saute 2 baby bok choi bulbs in:
[EVOO, water, and soy sauce, sprinkling in minced garlic and sea salt].
Place ½ the spinach in blender with 6 eggs, BLEND! Pour into glassware and cook.
Quiche! Season with black pepper and use ketchup to spice it up [yum].
Cook 1 cup of whole wheat rotini.
When the bok choi is done, I lay it over the small serving of spinach, and eat it like so. I then enjoy ½ the zucchini and a big cup of water. Out comes the quiche. Ketchup and black pepper east coast scrambled eggs style! I mix the roasted zuc cubes in with the pasta, and pour whatever juicy goodness from both sets of vegetables over the mix. I save money by not buying pasta sauce and I keep my meals [and hopefully my life on Earth] cyclical. I had some fage [Greek yogurt, amazing] with maple syrup added for desert on Saturday night, and last night I ate a grapefruit and three bananas for dessert.
Tuesday night, I tried something different. The night crew at Trader Joe’s has been cranking that soulja boy every night breaking down like 60 boxes per person and putting insane products on the shelf between 9 and 11pm. We close at 9 and in order to gas up for the big closedown, I ate at the ‘huddle’ [product tasting, recap of the day] for only the third or fourth time in my 4 months there. When I got home, I obeyed the rules of warrior eating, and had
4 roasted zucchini spears, 2 nice cuts of freshwater salmon, a small serving of pasta, a large bag of pistachios, a dozen medjool dates, and some  Hansen’s Diet Soda. Sad to say I caved and have been back on the crack. Which is whack, I know, but I gave them up before. It can be done. Though I am drinking one now.
What I noticed is that I have to eat before I leave the store. I must set aside 5 rubles to grab some baby spinach and cheese for a blast right as we close. When I get home I can obey the rules, start over, and grind on. It would be easy for me to say ‘salad at the store and then pick up with protein and carbs at home’, but damn me! I know who’s in charge. Raw at the huddle and again with raw at the house. here is what I have planned for 5 minutes from now
1 yellow squash, 1 red pepper, baby spinach, sunflower seeds = Salad.
Scrambled eggs with ketchup and black pepper.
Fancy dates, yummy.
It is 0134 and I am on.