The resulting introspection of a significant journey... and other crap that happens along the way.
The human ability to explore the world, educate one's self, stretch one's perception and boundaries of security and comfort should be embraced as well as the emerging visceral feelings and emotions stemming from such experiences.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Death March: Rim to Rim to Rim
(By the way, this sign is only referring to half the hike I am taking)
The count down has begun...
We are now within a mere 3 weeks from what I am sure will prove to be the longest day of my life. I have agreed to attempt a grueling 48 mile day-hike in the Grand Canyon. No, I did not mistype the last sentence. It will be a D-A-Y-I-E, day-hike. The idea is that broken up over a few days most people could complete the hike, but how many can do it in 24 hours? Some suggest it's a 5-7 day strenuous hike. Then there are these people who are either complete lunatics or complete liars. These times are ridiculous for the distance and terrain covered.
All I know is that we are going to do it in under 24 hours. If you feel like learning more, Google "rim to rim to rim Grand Canyon" or "Grand Canyon Death March."
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I'm Mad
The kind of mad you get right before spring. The venous brackets laid out before you taunting you with the whispers of the inevitable upsets. Where will that bracket-busting upset rear it's ugly little head? Hopefully in that 12-5 game you picked. Will the 1 seeds win out? Of course not all of them. Over and over you replay the possibilities and analyze individual match-ups. Who can guard him? They are too fast. They play D too well. He shoots lights out. In the end you finalize your road to the Championship not because you are satisfied with all of your picks, but because either you have pulled out the remaining follicles of hair hanging on to your past-its-prime scalp or because you need to meet your company pool's deadline and you reluctantly submit your bracket after 73 last minute adjustments. Over the few days since the field of 65 had been announced your once desolate tree of teams has undergone a metamorphosis of predictive power that has seen young men's hopes and dreams crushed, salvaged, thinly perpetuated, and, for the lucky, dedicated few, fully realized.
Ah, yes. March Madness is indeed upon us, around us, inside us. Which team will hold the title of hottest team in the final three weeks of the season? Only time will tell, friends.
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