I haven’t posted anything for a couple of weeks, not for a lack of things happening or life content, but more for a lack of being able to pull suitable thoughts coherently into a meaningful narrative. When I resumed writing this blog, I decided on a few key points: 1. It was going to be…
I recently wrote a post about the importance of finding strength for me as a means of self-definition and understanding, but there’s a part that I want to be clearer on because I think it really matters. With the gift of choosing your own path and standards for physical fitness comes an obligation to you,…
Of dreams and numbers – random musings
A couple of things have happened lately that got me thinking about how the numbers figure in powerlifting. One was my recent participation in IPF Worlds for the first time, where I was treated to an awe-inspiring display of some truly remarkable lifting by some of the hardest working people in the world of strength….
Cut the anchor and move on
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it. ~Henry David Thoreau The funny and beautiful thing about any adventure is that it opens your eyes to more adventures and possibilities. Stepping into the unknown is briefly terrifying, but once you make the move through Fear, you can find yourself in…
“I can do that. I just need a wetsuit.”
Monday evening, as we stood on the beach at Beachy Cove, staring across the channel to Bell Island, I told Katherine about my friend Steph Porter and how she and her friends swam across from Bell Island to the mainland. Three miles is the distance. Almost five kilometers. It’s a long swim in open water*….