Archive for February, 2009

Posted in Uncategorized on February 28, 2009 by His Dark Side

yesterday; windshield wipers, variations of pull ups, pulls up + 100lbs, sprints

Posted in Uncategorized on February 27, 2009 by His Dark Side

evening; luk sau, pushing and pulling in chi sao, sparring paradigm, drilling from sparring position, tabata

Posted in Uncategorized on February 26, 2009 by His Dark Side

Morning; tabata, sprints, bag work; straights, kick drills, 3 rounds of general bag work.

“I don’t have no fear, I’ll take on any man here…” Massive Attack – Protection

Posted in Uncategorized on February 26, 2009 by His Dark Side

My body is still trying to find its set point. I’ve dropped to under 160lbs now. Ideally want to go up, not down, but I’ll continue my nutrition regime mixed with regular fasting and intense workouts on an empty stomach.

Stuff that was difficult is getting to be easy; fingertip dips, 2 finger push ups, windshield wipers. My pull ups are getting crazy heavy and my dips are returning to my peak levels from a few years ago. I need to bring up my squat weight. Every time I go, I can squat more and more.

Breath…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on February 25, 2009 by His Dark Side

Only Breath by Rumi

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion

or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up

from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,

am not an entity in this world or in the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any

origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.

I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,

first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.

Rumi

Posted in Uncategorized on February 25, 2009 by His Dark Side

evening; pull ups with 100lbs added on a dipping belt. Dips with 85lbs added. Leg raises; Tabata.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on February 25, 2009 by His Dark Side

“Who are you?” He asked.

I was tired but the feeling was good. One of work having been accomplished.

“I am ‘me’, here now. Training pretty hard”.

“WHO ARE YOU?” He demanded, his voice bellowing.

“I am no-one special. I am just plain me trying to work out. Trying to keep up with these guys”. I pointed to the people around me. Mostly men, lifting weights or sauntering around casually. “Just trying to keep up, with them”

“Be not like them. These external manifestations of ‘no’ thingness. Be limitless. Do not keep up; excel.  Your path is yours alone to travel. Not one based on the lives of others’.  Do what they cannot do. Think, and the thought gives rise to action. Act and the action gives rise to motion. Move, and you will move freely. Once you are free, you are liberated.”

I continued to train.

Posted in Uncategorized on February 24, 2009 by His Dark Side

A shrill voice in the background;

“Be… just be”.

Posted in Uncategorized on February 24, 2009 by His Dark Side

morning; sprints, windshield wipers

Posted in Uncategorized on February 24, 2009 by His Dark Side

That Side spoke thus, this morning:

“Hunger is beyond the oversimplification of merely meeting ones needs, or satiating a desire to feed. It is a frame of mind. An animal who is hungry is desperate to survive. It will stalk its prey and will use the hunger as a mechanism to move with intensity in the direction of its goal. Use this frame of mind, hunger, each time you move towards your target.”

Posted in Uncategorized on February 23, 2009 by His Dark Side

Knee is fucked. Trying hard to work through it. To make matters worse,  I’m in strength training phase now.

Truth…

Posted in Uncategorized on February 23, 2009 by His Dark Side

He didn’t appear, but said;

“The truth is not a mystery. It is there in the open, blinking at you across the everglades, the deserts and oceans. From above and below. It is inside you, revealed each moment when you choose to feel. One cannot speak of the truth or be shown the truth. One can only observe the truth for himself, without coercion. This is what the Lightbringer tried to tell Him, but listen he wouldn’t.”

Grudgingly…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on February 21, 2009 by His Dark Side

“The swordsman was then aware that among the rest there was a large demon whose nose was not so very long and whose wings were not so apparent. His robes and headdress were arranged properly and he sat elevated above the others. This demon said, “What each of you has argued is not without principle. In the past, martial artists were serious, their resolution was absolutely sincere, they worked soundly on technique, and were neither daunted nor lazy. Such men believed what their instructors passed on to them, made great efforts day and night, tested their techniques, spoke with their friends about their doubts, mastered what they studied, and awakened themselves to principles. For this reason, what they acquired penetrated deeply within them. At first their instructors would teach them techniques, but say nothing of the principles that were hidden within them. They only waited for their students to uncover those principles for themselves. This is called ‘drawing the bow, but not releasing the arrow.’ And its not that they spoke grudgingly. They simply wanted the students to use their minds, and to master what they were studying in the interval.” excerpt from The Demons Sermon on Martial Arts by Chozanshi

Posted in Uncategorized on February 20, 2009 by His Dark Side

On edge last night. Eerie feeling when he walks into the room. Somewhere in the darkness. Blending up against a wall, huddled in the corner beside the door, once standing over me. The light was off, I hear breathing in the room, faint. I didn’t talk to him and didn’t want to listen to his charred voice. Too tired to be fightened, I fall asleep. No more channeling, no more fighting and no more sermons from DC.

Resurrected

Posted in Uncategorized on February 19, 2009 by His Dark Side

I do not exist. My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul.

Rebirth, reborn, resurrected.

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