It’s not a sprint, it’s a war

Writing has never come easy to me. Creating ideas have been wonderful and fun and glorious. Writing has always been hard. I don’t have a strong sense of grammar or language. I’m under read and always feel unworthy of the blank page. To put it bluntly, it is a fucking struggle every damn day.

But as my mentor says there’s a lot of people out there who love to talk about writing but never get around to it, so I’m going to stop this warm up, sip some whiskey, and go to war.

Ps happy holidays all


Flash back

So have some sit down time today and realized I haven’t been all that interactive of late. But today I was wrapping up the last day of a camp I’ve been doing the last 4 years. Some of the athletes have been with me since I started coaching in 2009.

This gave me some perspective to look back over the course of the last almost decade. The course that lead me here. All the seemingly small choices that added up to August 10 2018.

It’s been a long journey full of great memories and better people. Cheers to the adventures behind me and those ahead.


What are your thoughts? This is from the book The Elephant Vanishes something a passer through in my life gave me to read once. Finally digging in. Overall not enthralled but there are some beautiful lines.

Writer and working out

Hola folks.

So In the past decade I’ve gone through a lot of body changes. Happens when you go from college varsity athlete to sitting on your ass a lot. And then getting motivated enough to doing p90x and then not. And then. And then not. You get the picture. For the first time in a long time I’m happy with where I’m at in life.

The one thing I can say about my working out and my writing life is writing is a lot easier when I’m working out.

One of the questions I get a lot is how do you over come writers block. First answer is keep writing, second is work out. If you can’t get the words flowing go for a walk, do some pushups, whatever works for you. A little blood flow never hurt anyone.


So my mom is moving and this means the last house tied to my youth as well as my 20s will be behind me with something like 18 other addresses.

Today will be the last day I see this place. I am saying good-bye to my haven of my 20s with a cheap cigar and bottle of lionshead on the carport.

I resented most the times I had to move back into William drive as it usually marked a major failure in my adult life, however I will always be grateful to my mom and the house for taking me(and in the end my dog) when I went bust.

This carport has always been a haven for me. To my friends that were local this often served as my place of listening whenever someone needed me. I conceived many of my story ideas here. Many memories.

But we all need adventures, and I’m excited for my mom to lose this anchor and go her own way.

Thanks to the house, and best of luck to my mom in her next chapter.