Disc Golf Kit + Gear

CamelBak - USMC Boonie - HD Ultra - Water Bottle - UA Loose - UA Compression - UA Running Short - Zensah Compression Sleese - The North Face Ultra 105 GTX XCR

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Music Monday - The Black Keys - Lonely Boy

The Black Keys - Lonely Boy

Disc Golf

In an effort to gain some physicality back after the surgery to repair my ruptured Achilles (and after ONLY a few visits with physical therapy) I decided to try my hand and foot at the game of disc golf. Like ball golf or regular golf, the goal of each hole is to make your disc into a basket in the least amount of throws and end the game with the lowest total score amongst competitors.

In high school after a shitastic cornea transplant, I was left on the sidelines of the football field when my doctors thought it would be in my best interest to reduce and cutout all full contact sports. A few of my friends were on the (Ball) golf team so with the suggestion of my doctors, disappointment and lack of complete motivation I got together some basic clubs and tried golf. I was a hyper teen, I could go from coma to sugar overdose quicker than a sneeze, I lacked patience and focus. My golf career lasted maybe a month, the only good drives I had were when I shouldn’t have been driving. I remember one day we were playing Riverside and there were some guys ahead of us who were moving pretty slow, my buddies knew I had nothing for a drive so suggested that I tee off (It didn’t matter anyway). Well, I cracked into the ball with punishing force, I watched it as it screamed off the club, my friends voices yelled too –“FORE!”- as the ball approached the group ahead of us. It was AWESOME! The ball ricocheted and pin-balled around their golf cart as they were loading up. That was my first best-drive but not the last of the kind. Haha.

Alright, this post is about Disc Golf not the silly nicker wearing ball golf. What I like about disc golf is its availability and cheapness, not to mention it’s attractiveness to beginners and seasoned vets. Just about anyone of any level can play with no prior skill, practice or expensive equipment. Also, it’s another reason to get up and enjoy fresh air, the outdoors and competition with friends.

Disc golf has been, ehh, somewhat in my life for as long as I remember. While I’ve never actually played until recently, my stepfather has been a rabid competitor for years so I’ve heard terms and stories of his victories and losses. Lucky for me too, is the fact that when I rang him, letting him know that I was invited to play and asked him if he had a simple set-up I could borrow, he said yes. When I showed up to get my gear, he really hooked me up. He gave me a disc bag, a few discs –which included drivers, mid-rangers & putters- he also gave me a sweet-ass practice basket which I’ve recently started bringing to work to get 15 minute practices in here-and-there.

"Work Break"

Brushy Creek - Hole 3 - Par 4

If you ask me, I should have started playing this long ago, maybe in high school instead of ball golf. I’m not bragging but I ain’t gonna lie, I’d probably be pro by now. Hey, I’m just saying. I’m not that good but I’m not at all close to bad and I keep getting better. Disc golf is a great game, I’ve only played 9 times and each time is a new experience and the time in between playing all I want to do is play… So far, throwing disc is the closest I’ve felt to being a kid again. I just want to play.

Brushy Creek - Hole 7 - Par 3. Birdie!

Today marks the 8 month anniversary of my surgery to repair my ruptured Achilles. At the end of January I began playing disc golf, a game I highly recommend to almost anyone recovering from an Achilles injury. The game isn’t violently demanding on the body, you’ll begin to stretch and bend your ankle on uneven ground, all while playing a fun game with friends and family, outdoors and gaining back confidence in your physical ability and range of motion.

"Where you at?" You know who you are.

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Music Monday: Gotye - Somebody That I Used to Know.

Gotye - Somebody That I Used to Know (Feat. Kimbra)

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Somebody That I Used to Know - Walk Off The Earth COVER

I Had a Dream II...

...Continued from yesterday. 

All right, it's a fresh day and Friday. Let's get on with the good. Where were we? Oh yeah, I had just finished up with my weird me-being-ghost dream. Enough of that, I had a dream before that one that was more entertaining for me. Wanna hear (read) it, here it goes...

Complicated Contagious

As I was walking out, I was following a group of three, they were gray haired and weathered but “alive”. The lady in the wheelchair was 79, I know this because she had three mylar helium balloons and one of them had 79 printed on it. I thought it to be kinda odd because usually birthday balloons come in 40, 50 and maybe 60. I don’t know if they make them for 60+ because, well, who celebrates with balloons at that point. Anyhow, that’s how I know her age.

I could hear them talking but couldn’t make out what they were saying (Not that I was trying to, I was just trying to leave) but they were happy and laughing. I didn’t know my way out, so I followed close enough    as they led the way but not so close that I was on their heels. As we came to the opening from the long hallway we were walking, we could continue straight down to a split hall with two sets of stairs leading down or turn right. They turned right so I followed; they quickly realized that turning right led to a gift shop and cafeteria and turned to the stairs. Still laughing and even more boisterous they entered the set of stairs to the right of the split.

For some reason I decided to stop following them and walked towards the stairs to the left of the split. We were leaving a hospital but the rush of people and the sounds they made as they passed by me ricocheted off the walls like a busy airport terminal.

I was finally able to walk a bit better from therapy to my recently repaired ruptured Achilles, still with a limp but confident enough to walk without the support of crutches. More aware of my surroundings now that I wasn’t following the “gray squad” I paid more attention to people walking towards me. A little boy about 4 years old weaved in and out passing people like water rushing through trees during a flash flood. A beautiful brunette lady wearing nude high heals, a navy high waisted pencil skirt and a doctor’s lab coat fussed over her cell phone as she walked by me “procrastination is the gap between intention and action.” She must’ve seen me looking at her because once she was passed me she looked knowingly over her shoulder back at me with eyes that owned me. As I turned back to the direction I was walking I bumped into an old man with a cane, he said “she was looking at me” chuckled and continued on his way, I laughed but knew those eyes were meant for me.

Distracted by my brief encounter with the hot doctor and the confident old man I lost sight of the crowd as a whole, I thought I noticed someone in the crowd but wasn’t sure and continued on my way down the stairs.

Imagine a movie camera positioned in front of me, focused on me in the bottom left corner of the frame and the blur of the passer-bys filling the rest. I hear a friendly voice say something over the crowd, not sure if the voice was directed to me or not I turn to look over my left shoulder. The camera loses focus of me and focuses on a girl, she’s wearing turquoise high heals, dark fitted denim and a peach colored button down shirt, that if she wasn’t wearing a matching turquoise necklace you could’ve seen her inviting neck resting over her collarbone. She says with a smile “you’re walking now!” and rushes over to me. I‘m only a few stairs down by the time she gets to me, she doesn’t let me come all the way up but stops me and bends down so were face to face. Her necklace dangles below her chin and she smells like a fresh bouquet. She puts her hands on my shoulders and says she has to hurry but with contagious excitement in her voice she says “we should have drinks…” and before I can obligingly respond she continues with a playful smile “and make things complicated.” She kisses me on the cheek and hurries back to the people she was with, I watch her as she gets lost in the crowd. I turn back amusingly confused with a smile on my face. I don’t know what she meant, but I wanted to. Heartbreak Warfare plays over the flood of the crowd in the hall and at a daydream’s pace I too get lost in the rush.

It’s 5:30 on a Tuesday morning, I sit up and think to myself “That John Mayer is full of shit” as his songs plays on my alarm clock that is set to KGSR his words and music fill the morning cool. Someone hit up Biggie, cause It Was All a Dream. 

I Had a Dream

So I'm still on the mend from my Achilles injury [see: June] and every now and then the pain hits and I have to medicate. This doesn't happen that often and I'm glad cause I HATE the meds. Immediately after the surgery though I really needed them, the weird and entertaining thing about the meds though, was they would induce dreams every time I took them. 

I enjoy dreams and dreaming, I actually could go for a nightmare (they're fun too), I can't remember the last time I had one... Anyway... The thing I hate about dreams is waking up, the end of the dream, I'm exhausted when I wake up and for some reason my legs are always sweaty, what, am I running track meets in my dreams? 

So last night I had a weird dream, I guess some would call it a nightmare, but for me it was just weird. Here it is in a nutshell (Whatever that means). A douchebag high school football coach of mine (In real life) was trying to kill me. Only he wasn't a coach, just a character in my dream played by the coach. Yeah, that's about it. weird. 

Recently though, I've had some pretty good dreams. One of my favorites from not too long ago, I guess around college football bowl season. This dream is pretty simple too. There's no real setting for the dream or much dialogue but all I remember is I was dating Erin Andrews. If you clicked on the link, that kid is right and my hero for the sake of this post. 

Another dream I had which probably deserves it's own post is pretty creepy, it's been a while since I had it, so I barely remember anything from it but it goes something like this. I was me in the dream. I'm not sure where I was or what I was doing but I must've been causing mischief cause an older man started yelling and chasing me, I jumped a fence and was able to get away. When I got home (In the dream I must have still lived with my mom), the man was there talking to my mom as I walked in. I could hear her talking to him, when she said "That's impossible, my son has been dead for years." Hearing that was staggering, even though I knew it wasn't true. But she went on, telling the man that I was killed a young boy in a moving accident, apparently when I was young I got in the way while appliances were being loaded into a truck and they fell on me. When the man left, confused and embarrassed I told my mom "I can't believe you told him that." Then she told me she needed to tell me the truth, the truth that I had been dead this whole time, I wasn't the normal aging person I thought I was. I didn't believe her, if I was dead why was I involved in everyone's lives, then she made it all too clear to me. I wasn't involved, I was only included in my family's life, they accepted the fact that part of me wasn't ready to go and they weren't ready to let-go. They would talk to me like people talk to themselves, so wherever they were, I was too. Whatever they did, I did too. There love and memory of me kept me "alive." In the dream, my character began to look back at the "life" I had and realized that I was never really there, there were no school pictures of me, no prom, no graduation, no love, nothing. My heart was broken, I wasn't really alive but I felt the pain of realizing that I wasn't real and that I had never shared any experiences with anyone. Wow... Typing this out right now, the memory of the dream is coming back and, wow, it's a pretty emotional feeling. Okay, I'm sorry but that's it for now, I didn't expect this post to turn out this way and actually this wasn't going to be the main subject of this post. So, I'll have to continue this tomorrow or another day...