I'm Still Alive, and Not in Japan
So every few months I log into LJ. I realized I left you all on kind of a cliff hanger last time, so I figured I'd check in.
I'm not in Japan.
Not for now, anyway. Depending on factors, I'm not ruling out next April as a possibility. Tim and Rebecca are apparently spending at least one more year there. I figure, if I decide to go, why not start at the same time as them, in case they go somewhere else.
Things are going pretty good for me otherwise. I'm still taking I Liq Chuan, and I've started going to my friend's gym. Since I'm a poor mo-fo, I'm designing his website and a database in exchange for membership. It's www.crossfitFishkill.com, although until Friday, I don't suspect you'll see the new website. I really do love it there, however. I've been running for the past 2 years, but I never saw myself as a gym guy. I ran because it was outside and on my own. I could step out my door on a whim and just run 5 miles in any direction. In a sense, it was getting me away from the usual scenery.
In a sense, Crossfit has done the same thing. Anyone who knows Poughkeepsie knows Rt 9. I hate this road. I hardly leave it since moving down here. It's congested 6-lanes of traffic crowded between strip-mall after strip mall. Barf. Well Crossfit is about 18 minutes off the beast, down nice back roads devoid of any nation-wide businesses. It's really half the reason I love going. However, I'm really getting addicted to the exercise. I'd really recommend it for anyone who needs a bit of a change. The plus side is that it's not a place where you work out on your own. It's all personal training, so you're forced to participate.
Otherwise, things have been pretty tame. Dave, Mark and I tried to plan a backpacking trip to Mt Marcy, the highest peak in NY a few weeks back. I was inspired to attempt this after my Dad, my Brother and I made an overnight attempt in August that was encombered by rain and massive mud-ridden trails. There was also the constant threat of bears, although we escaped without evisceration. (wew!) So plans conflicted with that hurricane thing, and we had to put it off. I'm really psyched to do things like this more often. I feel like being a 20-something is all about crazy backpacking trips, white-water rafting and other crazy things. I don't think any of us have done enough of that, although this summer has been a renaissance for myself with the outdoors. I really recommend a good camera to get yourself motivated to get outside on the weekends. It's done wonders for me (You can see some of my stuff over at flicker: My Photostream).
Hey, side note: Does anyone else remember that old Disney cartoon where Goofy (or Micky or someone) is in a dark room watching the TV, when they announce that a killer ape is on the loose? I seriously reference that cartoon all the time, but no one gets the reference.
Either way... Killer ape. On the loose. That is all.
I'm not in Japan.
Not for now, anyway. Depending on factors, I'm not ruling out next April as a possibility. Tim and Rebecca are apparently spending at least one more year there. I figure, if I decide to go, why not start at the same time as them, in case they go somewhere else.
Things are going pretty good for me otherwise. I'm still taking I Liq Chuan, and I've started going to my friend's gym. Since I'm a poor mo-fo, I'm designing his website and a database in exchange for membership. It's www.crossfitFishkill.com, although until Friday, I don't suspect you'll see the new website. I really do love it there, however. I've been running for the past 2 years, but I never saw myself as a gym guy. I ran because it was outside and on my own. I could step out my door on a whim and just run 5 miles in any direction. In a sense, it was getting me away from the usual scenery.
In a sense, Crossfit has done the same thing. Anyone who knows Poughkeepsie knows Rt 9. I hate this road. I hardly leave it since moving down here. It's congested 6-lanes of traffic crowded between strip-mall after strip mall. Barf. Well Crossfit is about 18 minutes off the beast, down nice back roads devoid of any nation-wide businesses. It's really half the reason I love going. However, I'm really getting addicted to the exercise. I'd really recommend it for anyone who needs a bit of a change. The plus side is that it's not a place where you work out on your own. It's all personal training, so you're forced to participate.
Otherwise, things have been pretty tame. Dave, Mark and I tried to plan a backpacking trip to Mt Marcy, the highest peak in NY a few weeks back. I was inspired to attempt this after my Dad, my Brother and I made an overnight attempt in August that was encombered by rain and massive mud-ridden trails. There was also the constant threat of bears, although we escaped without evisceration. (wew!) So plans conflicted with that hurricane thing, and we had to put it off. I'm really psyched to do things like this more often. I feel like being a 20-something is all about crazy backpacking trips, white-water rafting and other crazy things. I don't think any of us have done enough of that, although this summer has been a renaissance for myself with the outdoors. I really recommend a good camera to get yourself motivated to get outside on the weekends. It's done wonders for me (You can see some of my stuff over at flicker: My Photostream).
Hey, side note: Does anyone else remember that old Disney cartoon where Goofy (or Micky or someone) is in a dark room watching the TV, when they announce that a killer ape is on the loose? I seriously reference that cartoon all the time, but no one gets the reference.
Either way... Killer ape. On the loose. That is all.