XXXI: Birthday Girl


Today has been a hodgepodge of oddities. From not being able to locate a stud in a wall for two hours at the office, to making three hardware store trips, to the enjoyment of Jim Gaffigan, I’ve done about all of it today. Currently I’m staying awake to join Darco here in a few minutes at Applebee’s. However, this is not an ordinary Applebee’s night.

Darco turned 21 today.

Which means, as the good husband, it’s my honor to ensure that she has a great night…

No…

A great week!

Check this out. I made a flyer this afternoon depicting the adventures for this upcoming week. I kid you not, there is something every single night going on in celebration of my wife turning 21 years old.

Non-stop action!

Non-stop action!

And it gets better! I just learned that One% Kansas City has asked us to invite eight of closest 21+ friends on Saturday night for the VIP table (granted, we’re going to need to find those friends)!

Why all the craziness?

Because frankly, my wife deserves it. She puts up with so much all of the time, and she deserves a week where it’s about her.

Let the good times roll!

-D-

Note: If you’d like to randomly creep and drop her a happy birthday note, you can on her Twitter account with the hashtag #clubdaugherty.

XXXI: Watching Space


You’re losing weight…you don’t stick out as much…

I love my wife, whether her comment above hurt or not, I still love her dearly. Perhaps it is because I’m a male that I have a fixation on the physical elements of life. Fitness, health, and the body. Nothing scientific, just the measuring point of where I stand in life. Honestly, I feel like my life has revolved around the physical glimpses of life as I’ve progressed through time. Continue reading

XXXI: Out of Sync


Today, as a whole, made absolutely no sense. It was some disastrous day, but man…it was a strange, very long one.

Note: Grab popcorn

Now, I love my job. It’s fun, exciting, and challenging. It is a job where I forget that, well, it’s a job. However, to access the office that is so dear to my heart it requires a 86 mile one way trip. Even with my lovely little Mazda3 that’s still a lot of ground to cover, nearing 180 miles a day. That means we, as a family, spend a lot of money on fuel. Continue reading

Mobile Minutes: Too Fast


I’m still recovering…

I started the 1600 meter way too fast on the first lap, I was dying by the third, and going insane on the fourth. I finished with a time that’s better versus where it has been (near a six minute drop since May). It isn’t good enough by any means, but it is progress.

More importantly though was the questions I fielded from Darco afterwards while I was working on a post-run snack. The questions showed me that she saw that I was serious about this two year commitment (I even turned down an opportunity for ice cream tonight). It makes me happy knowing that she saw through those four laps that I am completely insane, but I’m also completely dedicated.

God made me to run, and we’re going to show the world that.

-D-

XXXI: Focus


Amazing what random thoughts transpire over a steak at dinner…

While finishing up the weekend with Darco, we were enjoying dinner this evening and I was in mid-monologue about something that really struck me as unique; the inability to focus on the task at hand, and if it is temptation deviating from the overall goal?

Let me explain:
While at church this morning I thought up a fun t-shirt (in my warped world). It was rather simple, all black with white font that read My Bass Drop Is My Worship. It was a thought that tended to go against the current trend of acoustic/rock gospel music that runs through the airwaves today. Personally, I just think a crazy bass drop inside a ‘worship chorus’ would be absolutely face-melting awesome. It was something that caught my attention this morning. That turned into a clothing brand idea, which turned into a brand name, which turned into a business plan. Quite seriously that was my early afternoon while enjoying the World Cup final at Rock & Run Brewery.

With that random thought in mind, I shared it with Darco at dinner and while sharing it with her it dawned on me…

My objective is to train. My objective is to run.

I’ll gladly confess to having problems of finding five million projects to work on at once, it’s part of the curse of working with social media. You learn to ingest and create new content 24/7. That’s the expectation of the job. However, if left unchecked it can also dramatically affect your personal life also (food for thought). It was around the time that our food came out that I looked and Darco and simply said, “I think it’s temptation. There are so many things that I could be doing, but for now I have to focus. I’m to focus on training, I’m to focus on running.” The rest of life (work, family, church, etc…) moves on without a hitch, but outside of that I’ve made the specific commitment to focus on running for the next two years. Not only as a form of life, but also as growing closer in the form of my worship to my God.

Perhaps that’s another element of “XXXI”, learning to focus on what the priorities are and learning how to follow through with the commitments that you make. One of my biggest regrets/disappointments with the Kansas City Shock was knowing how many people I let down because I didn’t follow through with my word. Practically speaking I lied; I lied to people involved, fans, family, and even myself. My prayer is that “XXXI”, in a strange way, can be a form of redemption and forgiveness for the past failures and transgressions that still feel recent.

Maybe someday that shirt will be made, and maybe a new adventure will come along the horizon. For now though, I eat the food I’m supposed to eat, I lift the weights I’m supposed to lift, and I train, and I train, and I train. Each moment that the sweat is pouring, I’m praying; each moment the breathing is heavy, I’m praising.

I want my focus to be on the personal ability to demonstrate my worship to my Father.

-D-

XXXI: Body Issues


I’m going to mark my spot for being in the .01% of the United States population. I have a very strong dislike towards a recent trending topic (besides Hobby Lobby), and over the week I’ve been trying to figure out how I should address it, how I should write, and what I really dislike so much.

After eating two hard boiled eggs, a container of pineapples, and leftovers from dinner last night I think I know where to start.

I cannot stand the ESPN Magazine: Body Issue Continue reading

#getyourpraiseon


Here’s some hard truth for you (really for us)…

Since the demolition of the Kansas City Shock, and probably a little before that, Darco and I have been attempting to get finances back on track within our household. I want to let you know that if there is something that I struggle with greatly it is easily money management. When I don’t have any, that’s when I see everything that I could ever want to purchase. I know that I’m not the only one in this position, but I’m just showing you what goes on in my head. Continue reading

XXXI: Arkansas


I’m still recovering after a blitz of a three day journey. From departing northwest Missouri, to running through the beautiful mountainous area of Arkansas, to a quick peek at the progress in Joplin, Missouri three years after their tornado; it was nice to get out, get active, and in the end it was still nice to get home.

As goes travel journals, all of them are linked, connected, and everything else in between for your viewing pleasure.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Arkansas Part VI


Way too early…
Darco & I packed the blender just for this morning. I actually brought ingredients down for my morning protein smoothie.

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Not. Kidding.

After the smoothie, we checked out, visited the family, ate waffles, and left around 1:00 PM.

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Pack mule needs to eat.

Upon returning to Missouri, MC, Jim, and Darco talked. I fell asleep in the back for several hours. Two nights on hard beds and one race later and my body was spent.

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Ambient noise...

Once we arrived home. Darco & I crashed for a few hours before getting up, dressed, and ready for the opening of a new club in Kansas City.
One stop at Minskey’s Pizza later, and we were off to the club.

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So, so close...

However, as it turns out, VIP or not…you must be 21+ to enter. Darco is 20 for two more weeks. At 11:00 PM we left the city, not seeing the inside of ONE% Kansas City, and finally ending our trip in bed.

Currently, wife is asleep next to me, the dark one is asleep at my feet, and I’m shutting down myself.

Sleep…
Bed…
Home…

-D-