Some Randomness

Some interesting things have happened here in San Diego lately.

Last Saturday night I went to a big bbq with a bunch of guys who are currently in training to become Navy SEALs. I befriended one of them when we were on the base last Wednesday and he invited me to a party they had at one of their houses. It was awesome to hang out with them again. I’m so intrigued by what they do and how they train. In all honesty I wish I had 30 lives. I would do so many different things. I would totally become a SEAL in one of them. I think we talked about the SEALS probably 85% of the time. The only thing that is discouraging about hanging out with these guys is that you soon realize that the caliber and intensity of your stories is very low…it’s like me being a miniature horse and these guys are Barbaro…pathetic. I mean I can tell you what it’s like to train hard and be tired…these guys can tell you what it’s like to jump out of a plane from only 1200 feet and get your chute tangled or getting sprayed with CX4 gas that literally makes you believe you are dying. Lets get real…we all know what sounds more amazing.

On a different note…training is going very bad. My triceps are killing me. I can barely train due to the extreme pain in the back of my elbows. Last night I tried to train. I sometimes push myself further than I should. Eddie has taught me to always be looking to test myself and push the envelope. At the end of my set last night I had to get out because I could barely move my arm it was in so much pain. The pain was shooting up from my elbow into my shoulder. Unfortunately the pain didn’t go away when I got out of the water. It continued for another 45 minutes. I seriously wanted to cry…I restrained. Immediately after getting out of the water I called Eddie. I explained my frustration. He has been my coach for six years and understands me better than most. The thing that frustrates me the most is that this keeps me from working like I want to work and know I need to work. Imagine climbing a mountain and spraining your ankle…all you want to do is get to the top of that mountain and you realize that the injury keeps you from getting where you want to go…annoying right?!? Eddie told me maybe this is a blessing in disguise. He told me to work my kick like crazy and get it better. This will give me an opportunity to work on my biggest, best, most lethal weapon even more than I normally would. I plan on making my legs into beautious, well oiled, slaying machines!!! I know my elbows will get better…it will just take some time.

Finally, I have unbelievably vivid and detailed dreams. My roomate in Texas is always shocked at how much of my dreams I remember and what they consist of. Last night I had a dream that Eamon Sullivan, the Australian sprinter, went 40.9 in the 100 meter freestyle. I was in utter disbelief. I just thought to myself…I better get to work!