Thursday, December 23, 2010

Holy Daze.

Christmas is here. This is going to be a weird one for me. Previously Christmas was all about trying to normalize being a social outcast within my family. The one that everyone kind of liked, but never really figured out. Sort of like a nice person who barely speaks the same language as you. This year, it's mostly going to be our little family of three. We'll visit the in-laws for a while, but the kid has to get to bed, so it won't be the long late night of previous. I'm looking forward to it a lot.
It's strange, I feel more in touch with all of the meanings of the holidays this year: the passing of the darkest parts of winter (solstice) , the birth of the savior of mankind (Duh), hope and light when it should have run out long ago (Hanukkah). All of these thoughts/ideas run together. I can't really explain why, could be the kid. Could be that I'm on the shady side of my mid-30s and am more comfortable with myself and my mortality. I don't really know, but I wish you and yours salvation, hope, light, and quickly returning spring.

I lifted today, some deadlifts, rows and floor presses.. nothing earth shattering. I'm taking a break to have some treats for Christmas this weekend. My palate has changed so much that I don't think I'm going to indulge too much. I had part of a scone, and a couple cookies. I'll have a scone on Christmas morning.. some dessert here and there, and hop back on the wagon till Valentine's day.

I was awarded my purple belt on Wednesday. I had a long roll with the professor on Monday. I guess I really did impress. For me the belts mean less than the improvement in my game. I'm getting better, people have noticed, that feels good.



Jmozaic said...

Wow JB...a couple of sentences on your promotion. You can do better than that! lol!

J. B. said...

I guess I can.. I feel weird about the whole promotion thing. I completely disassociate ability with belts. I know I'm getting better and rolling smoother, but a purple belt is Paul, or Yuki, or a couple others who were purples when I started; in other words, someone else.

J. B. said...

Oh and thanks for reading!