Three minutes can make a difference, fuel some inner heat, and force better breathing to keep on…
If you do this get cleared by your personal physician for it and get a tutorial on wrapping your hands. Have fun!
Note, the round timer has a clip on the back, suggesting it can accompany and time you at whatever kind of interval training effort you would like, except underwater:
I was just reminded of a song I hadn’t heard in forever by the Who. “Pinball Wizard.” Many won’t remember that one, but it’s about a kid without sight, hearing, and speech whose skills on a pinball machine are unsurpassed. You can just imagine this master, this loose, supple young expert, “a natural.”
Now think of your sport, work, or art. What do you do? What do you want to do well?
It doesn’t matter who you are, or how old you are. Can you be a pinball wizard at something. Just totally loose, no barriers, no distractions in you…
Pure achievement in the aether that is somehow just there, already there, and you’re there in it, in that jet stream of ease, floating in a river of peerless performance on high…
The depthless, fathomless, soaringly timeless, state of being arising when a person digs deep enough to leave body and mind behind and achieve what those two weaker vessels could not on their own.
An example, the night raid at Riva Ridge by the 10th Mountain Division in 1945, and digging deeper the next day against stiff resistance to take Mt. Belvedere:
This is relative to mental and physical conditioning, for the person with lesser conditioning, if their body then mind gives way earlier than those more advanced in body and mind training, the spirit kicks in sooner. And for the advanced athlete, warrior, whatever…later, perhaps.
Will we ever come to the point where we run, perform, act, compete, work, and achieve from this state of being from the beginning of the effort, mind and body moved efficiently from this zone in our being? That would be a breakthrough. What endurance, strength, and other qualities would be possible then? Where are the limits? I guess we really don’t know yet, and that is an exciting frontier that those of us in a boundary set world can escape to every day.
There is giving thanks and there is thankfulness as a path to giving.
Thanks follows receiving, and receiving teaches giving.
Giving and receiving, receiving and giving, creates a life flow of relationship to others.
Flow of life washes away impossibility thinking, connecting possibilities to and among our moving selves.
That is a snapshot of the training life, a life flow discipline helping us anchor our energy for giving and receiving, recovering and thanking, loving and working for others’ well being.
When a wall daunts us, adapting, we find a way. Believe there is a way and go, and a way will emerge in the wilderness.
Holiday breaks bring windfalls of time to establish new disciplines to develop and nurture in smaller increments in busier working times. Use the windfalls, and feast on new disciplines for your wellness and new capabilities.
Just had to test the targeting faculties on Sunday…
The wind was right Friday for the Kite Master to show herself.
Effortlessly handling the loyal dog-kite, she flew it on the swing; dancing twirls; and even tied it to her dog who also flew it flawlessly.
Dad crashed it three times.
Once, the wind was too strong, even for the Kite Master, pulling the spool and string from her hands.
The spool rose and fell, flying at about 15 knots in an easterly direction. Dad sprinted after it. It crossed a street. Then the kite pulled the spool high and stuck it firmly into the crook of a branch about 25 feet above the driveway of a home where no one was home. The tree flew the kite flawlessly, never losing it, never crashing it.
Using an extension rod fetched from home, I whacked the spool loose from the tree. Fail: could not wrap the string around the extension. Off went the spool again, dipping low, but moving at a clip across another street. I got a break. The kite pulled the string over a garage roof. The spool hung within my reach for about five seconds as I chased it down. As I reached for it, the kite jumped and the spool lifted steadily out of my reach, skittered across the roof and launched off the other side of this house into the adjoining yard on the next block.
Another sprint to locate it. There was the kite, flying true, bobbing and weaving and using all the string. But I could not see where the string was on the ground. Finally we saw the little shrub in a back yard that was now flying the kite. Flawlessly.
After knocking and ringing, there was no one home. We finally seized the spool, and walked the kite home. On the way, the Kite Master handed me the spool. I crashed the kite into a yard. We spent ten more minutes extricating the string and kite from a small spruce tree.
We were all smiling ear-to-ear. It was a kite adventure to remember. And it was a running kite adventure, with sprint intervals, timing, and of course, learning from the Kite Master.