Mobile Minutes: Feeling Human


Nose is finally cleared up, the headache is vanishing, and I can hear things out of both ears. I made it to work, drank my smoothie, and am still working on my hot black tea with lemon and honey. I finally feel human again. There was a toll to this though, sadly Darco is now out with the same crud for the weekend.

Believe it or not, this is the first time since we’ve been together that both of us have succumbed to the same ailment. In fact, to date there hasn’t been a time that Darco’s been sick until now.

I suppose this officially makes us a real family.

-D-

XXXI: Released


It was tiny.
Dainty.
Quaint.
Dark.

It held one bathroom, two bedrooms, a living room, and a kitchen/dining area. There was one window that peered above the bed, it nearly two feet tall and it was the only source of sunlight in the entire building. The carpet was thin, and was anchored directly the concrete slab that had been poured. The kitchen had a fake plastic cover along the floor, there was a partially operating air conditioning window unit that also doubled as a heater in the winter. All the rooms were covered in artificial wood paneling easily from the ’70’s area.

It was tiny.
Dainty.
Quaint.
Dark.

I never slept well during the night in this small living compartment. Most night I would spend online in the second bedroom that had been turned into an ‘office’. I’d work on applications for high school teaching positions, and randomly Skype individuals who were also up at that time at night. At the same time my wife at the time would sleep in the bedroom. I’d crawl into bed around 3:00 AM, and try to sleep through the distractions until she got up for the day (usually around 6:00 AM), and then I’d sleep until noon or 1:00 PM in the afternoon. My life revolved around that small apartment. I didn’t see sunlight very often for the first six months, and frequently slept on the couch.

It’s startling to believe that, that experience was nearly four years ago. I remember the sheer joy I felt the day I left that apartment for good, packed up with MC and Jim, I was released from a prison that I had created for myself.

I’m not really sure why I’m reflecting on the memory, aside from the fact that some of the medicine I’m taking for this recent bug has caused me to be extremely restless for about thirty minutes after ingesting the pill (who knew). Darco is quietly sleeping in our bedroom as she’ll be getting up around 4:00 AM to get ready for work, and I’ll head back in after finishing this and get a good nights rest prior to heading back to work tomorrow. I still probably won’t enter the track again until Friday, just one day in the real world again is enough to drain me, I’ve learned this from previous experiences.

Something about being sick causes you to reflect. I contribute that to the drugs and the insane amount of free time that you find yourself having in the middle of the afternoon, sweat pouring off your face, and wondering if the world is still moving without you. It’s one of the first times in quite some time that I’ve taken time to just reflect and overall compartmentalize life as I know it. As I frequently joke with Darco, I’ve already lived three lifetimes already, so that’s a lot of memories that have to be sorted through, compared, and analyzed.

I’m peering out my living room window, watching the night pass, as I write this. I think back to quick engagements, steady faith, marriage, and everything that’s accumulated to the point that brings us to now. Darco and I had a very, very unique conversation today; tying back into “XXXI”, and some of the goals that we’re striving for. From cooking at home to other more extreme discussions, we’ve had several of them as of lately. We’ve grown weary and tired of the town that we’re currently living in, I’m pushing myself harder each day physically, and life is just changing. I’m noticing in the realm of, “I want to do this, this, and this…” no longer appropriately describes my existence.

My life is less cluttered and more structured:
-Faith
-Family
-Work
-Running

That’s it. I’m no longer interested in obtaining five million different ideas, concepts, or creations. I love my job, I love getting lost in cyberspace, and I love producing results. I’m growing more and more in love with the church that Darco and I attend, we’re part of a weekly church planting group that meets on Thursday nights, and I can’t express how much of a blessing they’ve already been. MC and Jim continue to churn through their own lives, while ensuring that we survive ours as well. Jim was recently offered a full time job at a local school district, and that in itself brought a lot of ease to the family. Some days I firmly believe that Darco is a bigger blessing to me compared to myself with her. I learn something new about her each and every day, and how she isn’t afraid to try new things. Just because an individual lived a sheltered life, doesn’t mean that they fear adventure.

Finally, there’s something about those shoes. A pair of shorts, a pair of shoes, my sunglasses, and I”m good to go. Whether it’s a few miles, a mile, a time trial, sprints, or whatever the case may be…I’m not even close to perfect, but nothing feels greater compared to moving in stride with my soul.

Faith, family, work, and running…they’re all connected to one another. Each is required to ensure that the other remains. Those are all four things I was drastically missing inside that small apartment four years ago. They are all four things that I’ll forever cherish close to my heart.

-D-

#getyourpraiseon


Let the nerd-fest begin!

There are a few things, about this writer, that you should be aware of (as if you didn’t already know):

I dominated the entire bowl of ramen!

I dominated the entire bowl of ramen!

  • I thoroughly enjoy dropping the bass with EDM tracks…it’s just how I roll…
  • I watch way more anime  compared to any normal soul within a two hundred mile radius of my apartment
  • Darco still loves me

The true gift of the rice ball? The surprise in the middle!

The true gift of the rice ball? The surprise in the middle!

Tonight, for sheer entertainment, let’s look at the second point. Anime. Most times this word is used it is used incorrectly, or has some unknown strange attachment to it.

Anime really is just cartoons that have been created in Japan (primarily) that depict a wide range of cultural aspects of the community. From ‘slice of life’ moments such as high school, to sci-fi, to getting lost inside video games. Recently, I’ve come to thoroughly enjoy learning more about another culture by way of watching anime episodes, all of them are in Japanese, so I’m learning to love subtitles as well.

I could spend more time talking about this, but that’s for another day. One thing nearly all of these shows have in common is the style of food that is being consumed. It’s always rice balls and ramen, rice balls and ramen, and now your standard college instant ramen…like…hardcore ramen from ramen shops (they exist)!

Due to watching so much of this I decided to go hunting for a ramen shop in the city closest to us, and wouldn’t you know it…I FOUND ONE!

Darco and I, knowing nothing about the food, traveled to this ramen shop and had the time of our lives. Rice balls, fried pork cutlets, shaved ice, and ramen (mine was miso, hers was pork). It was a riot, and for me…hehe…it was just like the shows I watch! It’s fine to facepalm yourself and laugh while reading this, I openly embrace my random ‘nerdiness’.

On the one serious note associated with it, as I told Darco, it was a nice reminder that God continues to give me a burning passion for other cultures outside of my own. I tried food that I couldn’t pronounce, and didn’t use a fork once (I’m skilled like that). As with anything else, it always makes me wonder…what else is out there waiting to be discovered?

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Canned


I’m coming to love Sunday’s, it’s the rest day on the training schedule, I always wind up outside of the apartment, and most likely we can be found at MC and Jim’s place a few miles south of the city.

Today, as has been the case for several weeks, MC has been in her ‘canning mode’ from the garden. Taking vegetables from the garden and sealing them up in glass for the year ahead. This includes mint jelly, basil jelly, salsa, and all sorts of relish. As Darco and I continue to strive for a bit of healthier (and financially conscious), we started to looking more into the canning world, especially with Darco growing her own tomatoes along our patio.

Here’s a quick glimpse of some of the random fun that went on in the Midwest…

XXXI: Good Things End


All good things must come to an end…

Somebody once upon a time in history said that quote, and it seemed wise to use in today’s reality. It’s Friday, and for the first time in three weeks we have zero plans for the weekend. We’ve traveled the Midwest, gone to a night club, celebrated our anniversary, and just about everything else you can imagine in the past fourteen days. Continue reading

XXXI: Running Fuel


What gets you around the track? To lift the weights? The go the distance?

Fuel.

Not just the physical food context, but the mental drive to overcome the shortcomings that our mind places before us.

What is your fuel?

I try to envision the future, I try to dream of the impossible, and keep my feet moving one step at a time. However, eventually I grow tired and I begin to reach for hidden cheats, the known pieces of life that can drive anyone beyond the pain threshold.

Anger, bitterness, hate.

Using negativity to fuel the drive to overcome will merely place your name among those who have failed to ascend above God, Himself.

I still hate. I’ve covered it up, masked it the best I could, but it still sits there. Knowing that I’ll explore that dark world when the miles begin to add. Broken promises, bad relationships, failed marriages, and manipulated moments…I’m still a broken man that struggles with hatred. It’s not just the context of being frustrated, it’s the dark area of the soul where you swear by things unknown that you will rise over those who ridiculed, yelled, and walked away.

Only God could accept a man still struggling with hatred. Only God would allow a man to run, knowing each mile he’ll have the option of fuel.

Will destiny, faith, and humility ever guide my way? Am I too broken to get past what’s been destroyed? Will the hatred ever go away?

I don’t know, I really don’t. Darco knows my demons, and demonstrates patience each time they’re brought up. I can only pray that this is an assistant coach training an athlete to become self disciplined in the soul, as he is to be on the track.

-D-

XXXI: Pure Country


Wow…you really are short…

I warned her. I had warned Darco several times about my dad’s side of the family, the Daugherty Clan. This was always done in a fun, whimsical sense, but compared to her experience with MC’s family there is a stark, stark contrast between the two groups. MC’s side you go to brunch with…dad’s side…you get tattoos and talk about about trucks at the local honky-tonk.

I. Am. Not. Kidding. Continue reading