Thank You

The boys PR.

Well, I have to admit that I felt old all day yesterday.  Joints creaked, my step felt leaden, my daughter said that my English was antiquated.  I just felt, well, middle aged I guess. In between serenading me with the Beatles’ Birthday, Emily gleefully asked me questions like “can I officially call you my old man now?” and reminded me “that immaturity does not equal youthfulness.”

However, she also asked me where I thought I would be at age 40 back when I was 20 years old.  I quipped “dead”, but it got me thinking.  I lived in Tokyo, the Big T as we called it, when I was 20, two or three years into my six year gig, and I was passionate about martial arts.  I trained all day long, read martial arts books, kept notebooks and journals on my training, street fights, and insights, went all over Tokyo looking for teachers and people to train with, and climbed buildings to spy on secret teachers-only training sessions. Beyond my day-to-day training, my one goal in life was to have my own martial arts school some day.

If you think about it, a CrossFit box is an awful lot like a martial arts school.  Pretty cool.

Thank you to all those you took the time to wish me a happy 40th birthday.  Besides the kind comments on this site, I received an absolute torrent of calls, texts, emails, in person wishes, and Facebook messages.  And it made me feel good, really good.

Thank you all again.


Grace (it’s my favorite storm)

30 Clean and Jerks 135/85# (scale up if you want to, go for it)