Hybrid theory

At 2PM I went to the park and hit up 6 sets of 3 tactical pull ups, some Brettzels, and listened to Coldplay while laying in the sun. The weather here in PA is unreal for August.

1000PM
Watching the Phillies rally back to win and take first place, I sat reviewing the Purposeful Primitive 'cardio methods', Marty Gallagher listed The Dane of Pain's Cardiovascular Kettlebell Concepts as a method of third way aerobic training. That was all I needed.

Max VO2 Protocol: 20kg x 8 reps
7 sets alternating left and right, followed by 3 sets for the left arm, and then three sets for the right arm.

20 sets total, using the 15 seconds on/15 seconds fast and Loose standard.

Finished with 24kg swings
5rl, rest :15
10rl, rest :15
10 h2h, rest :15
10r-10L-10 two handed, done.

220 hip extensions at 1030PM. Then I crushed 3 huge cucumbers with sea salt, a massive bowl of steamed baby bok choi-broccoli-spinach, 8oz of Greek style yogurt, 2 scoops of whey with water, and then a big nasty bowl of spaghetti with tomato sauce and two cubed zucchini [one yellow squash, one green]. Drank some orange pekoe tea, watched an X-Files, went to bed.

What have you got for me to learn today, friends?

A rebirth of high art, as food

Because I am so sure that you all wanted an update.

I have been Warriorizing. Swinging the blade and blazing the trail and trailing the flock to secure the 6 O-clock. I am picking up the rear, no worries. Those of us who know the way of the fast and feel the ghost of primates past careening through our chakras can rest, assured. I have explained the premise of the Warrior Diet to over 2 dozen people in the last 30 days, and in the recent fortnight have clocked over 75 hours in the kitchen alone. Or that is an exaggeration. I have carried groceries out of the Trader Joe's I work at 3 nights a week, and have only deviated from the Rules of Eating once in the last, oh, do you really care? What I am trying to tell you, through this wading pool of pseudo-cool, is that all the hard work in the kitchen, on the hikes, and defending the premise has given me a bushel of motivation to carry into the eating pattern. What I am saying is that the weight I have lost since January may be declared K.I.A if I can get to training again within the next two weeks [but more on that later]. Warriorizing you ask? Yes. Defending the diet by turning heads while shirtless and captivating ears while queried.

A guy I know, who is a leatherneck, and was on Pendleton with 5th Marines while I was with the 1st Marine Regiment, fired away with a barrage of questions today regarding the WD. We spoke of catabolism, starvation, gluttony, constant feedings, but top-athletes eat four times a day! Eating at night, eating only at night [this blows everyones mind], and skipping breakfast were all topics we hit on. And through the last month, through the many, many times I have explained why it works, how, and how come, I have learned to trim the fat around my arguments and come up with some simpler, and in some cases more virulent answers to defend the cause. It works because it only works if you follow the rules. It can be done if you taper into it properly. I do it to save time, money, keep my insulin levels bottomed out all day, feel clearer and sharper while the sun is up, and to facilitate a great celebration at the end of every day marking another chance to keep my blood together. After a few minutes and solid exchanges I pulled rank on him. Since 1997 I have been actively in pursuit of the finest methods which promote weight loss, muscular development, strength and strength endurance, and excellence in performance. I have been learning and applying the behavior patterns associated with all forms of ordered and disordered eating and I have taken more than an active interest in this lifestyle. It has become my life. It is what I do. He said he reads about it and knows a lot about it, and in response I immediately thought of what I see him eating every day, twice a day: Chicken breast and brown rice. He eats oatmeal and shakes for breakfast. He trains weights and cardio all week. I responded with "Bro I know you are down to train but I have been learning and experimenting on warm bodies since 97, starting with my own", and then I summed it up with "The WD and Hard Style will change a body faster than anything else". I wanted, badly, to say "OK dude shirts off, lets go!" and let the evidence loose, but that would have been pyro-aggro inflammatory monkey shines. I know how sexy the girls think I'm not. Even if he does, too. Yes, you may have to start yourself by eating good, regularly first. Yes many people need to ease into it.

So let those confused carbohydrate addicts wander alone, unsupervised and uninformed. If the vessel is SO soft that they need to eat to gain muscle mass so as to have reason to eat, then fire them up with a Fit For Life diet. But I am convinced that the body can get by on just a very little food, a whole bucket of water, and serious hard work on both the physical and visceral plane every day. We do not need to eat four meals a day. We vessels, draped in flesh but bound for armor, need not a yogurt and salad at 1000 and then by 1500 another serving of, whatever. Have a handful of this in the afternoon. Enjoy hot cup of that in the zero hours. It can work for you. If you cannot control your portions you are disgusting red white and blue in the face glutton. Go pay your 89$ gym membership and train your your knees to fall off.

Righteous as I sound, I love to learn. I love to learn especially when someone who contests me is professional, passionate, and polite. In that respect I hope that some of you disagree. I wish to encounter you at a table and chairs and a pot of hot coffee some day so we may speak. If I am in the company of anyone who believes what they do with my matched enthusiasm, then we can both learn something. We both will. If not with respect to the opposing eating plan then certainly we'll dine on the bit we chomp at together. The talk I had with old Laughner brought me around to thinking that once again I am out of the mainstream. And as before my visibility in the retail and RKC community will get the conversation moving. When asked where I train or how I eat, as before, I will preface my opening statement with this, the essence of the Purposeful Primitive-"I am trying to do fewer things better".

Twin Cities in the house, what 'cha gonna do

Go awol! St. Paul, where you at? LA, where you at? Bridging the gap, where you at-at? Oh my goodness UCLA is here. Call it uklah the mok or the House the Dragon built, this weekend is going to be the sick like malaria. I feel the spirit of the Little Dragon on this mission with us, guys and dolls. It feels real. Denmark snuck up on me, the Double Shot Rockstar express from Utah to Camp Pendleton kneed me in the nuts and then threw me down like unwanted popsicle, and this weekend has been standing at the finish line giving me the finger since last December . I am as amped for this evolution as I have ever been for anything, yet the vessel is tired. Not limping along like a beaten mule, but the wires and pivot points, hinges and swivel bits are all creaky from a lack of proper lubrication. After the gut was sliced open for surgery to repair a hernia, I avoided most prolonged hip extension and ALL hardcore back bending, arching, or even standing fully erect. 10 days off from work and a whole lot of non-exercise later, I began walking to and fro work again, as well as some light stretching and mobility. My forced relaxation has come back around, but the mobility has not lubed me up proper yet, and just today did I pick up bell, in a sock puppeted hand, and rip off 5 swings LR, 5 Tsnatches LR, 5 C&P LR, and again 5 Tsnatches LR. I felt great doing so, and then after a shift at the observatory [not really an observatory, thought that would be a gnarly place to work] I felt wrecked. My high thoracic musculature is uber tight, and the right latissimus is as jacked up as the left one. But you know what? I cannot say shite about shite because this is the path and I walk hard. So what, right? My back is tight. The solution? No bells tomorrow. There are innocent men in jail, and my back is tight. Kiss the sky and move on.
I am running a team at UCLA, but not teaching any of the core curriculum, something that at first was off putting, but made much sense upon review. Check it: The assistants and I have a group to run, and that is our mission. The early schedule has me administering the Tsnatch test rules and a swing weight-ladders 'practice session'. Just like Staff Sergeant Sykes, I thank God for every day on the field. Ooh, Rah. I am going to sleep on a nice hotel floor, with two sheets and three pillows, wrapping with Nepodal about whatever, and for sure bumping my gums with a bushel of swell cats and kittens all days and nights. Buffet dinner on the Warrior Diet? Fuckin' right. Pumping and mobility-ing with the team all weekend? Yes, Sir. Watching Bruce move his feet with greater precision and eloquence than any upright organism time immemorial? Heck yes. And once again I am on the same field with greats like Brett Jones, Pavel, Marks Cheng and Reifkind, and tapping the strengths of the instructor corps, the DD staff, and the gentle guidance of JDC. Should be a bloody bash of bells and bellies swelled by buffet bravery. I will detail the minutes from my recent two feedings.
Monday evening
Cube and roast 1 massive zucchini squash with EVOO and sea salt.
Steam 1 big bag of baby spinach.
Slice artfully, and saute 2 baby bok choi bulbs in:
[EVOO, water, and soy sauce, sprinkling in minced garlic and sea salt].
Place ½ the spinach in blender with 6 eggs, BLEND! Pour into glassware and cook.
Quiche! Season with black pepper and use ketchup to spice it up [yum].
Cook 1 cup of whole wheat rotini.
When the bok choi is done, I lay it over the small serving of spinach, and eat it like so. I then enjoy ½ the zucchini and a big cup of water. Out comes the quiche. Ketchup and black pepper east coast scrambled eggs style! I mix the roasted zuc cubes in with the pasta, and pour whatever juicy goodness from both sets of vegetables over the mix. I save money by not buying pasta sauce and I keep my meals [and hopefully my life on Earth] cyclical. I had some fage [Greek yogurt, amazing] with maple syrup added for desert on Saturday night, and last night I ate a grapefruit and three bananas for dessert.
Tuesday night, I tried something different. The night crew at Trader Joe's has been cranking that soulja boy every night breaking down like 60 boxes per person and putting insane products on the shelf between 9 and 11pm. We close at 9 and in order to gas up for the big closedown, I ate at the 'huddle' [product tasting, recap of the day] for only the third or fourth time in my 4 months there. When I got home, I obeyed the rules of warrior eating, and had
4 roasted zucchini spears, 2 nice cuts of freshwater salmon, a small serving of pasta, a large bag of pistachios, a dozen medjool dates, and some [5] Hansen's Diet Soda. Sad to say I caved and have been back on the crack. Which is whack, I know, but I gave them up before. It can be done. Though I am drinking one now.
What I noticed is that I have to eat before I leave the store. I must set aside 5 rubles to grab some baby spinach and cheese for a blast right as we close. When I get home I can obey the rules, start over, and grind on. It would be easy for me to say 'salad at the store and then pick up with protein and carbs at home', but damn me! I know who's in charge. Raw at the huddle and again with raw at the house. here is what I have planned for 5 minutes from now
1 yellow squash, 1 red pepper, baby spinach, sunflower seeds = Salad.
Scrambled eggs with ketchup and black pepper.
Fancy dates, yummy.


It is 0134 and I am on.