A Jiu-jitsu Log Filled With Shenanigans

This is the end.  I shaved the beard.

I think it’s bad business to say you’re going to do something and then not do it.  My key for my mailbox doesn’t work.  I stopped by the office today for a second time since no one was there the first time I stopped by and they didn’t return my phone call.  The lady said she’d run a key up to my apartment in awhile when she heads over to my building.  That’s fine, I was going to be home all night.  Of course, she never shows.

Now I’m a little upset.  I just want to check my freaking mail.  I’m waiting for a cell phone charger so I can charge my phone and make some important phone calls.  Right now I’m using a prepaid cell phone and I’m getting low on minutes so it would be nice to get my real cell phone charged so I can use it.  It drives me bonkers.

Tomorrow, I’m getting in that mail box if I have to tear the little door off myself.  Of course, I fully expect my charger not to be there.  Chances are most likely it’s at some FedEx somewhere so I’ll have to go find that.  And I bought some ice skates today.  I’m going to teach myself how to skate tomorrow, there’s a rink right by my apartment.  It should be good fun and I’m sure I’ll look like a drunk six year old while I’m out there busting my ass and crashing into walls because I can’t stop.

Well, I can’t sleep.  I purposely avoided taking a nap today so I could go to bed earlier than I had been, but now here I am awake.  I’m tired, my head hurts but I just can’t sleep.  Sucks.

I want everyone to know that I was a Frank Mir fan long before everyone else jumped on the Frank Mir bandwagon.  I was rooting for him when he was fighting Dan Christonson.  Before there was Brock Lesnar, before there was TUF8, and before Antonio Rodrigo Nogueria was even in the UFC, there was me, and I was rooting for Frank Mir.  I’m probably the only person on this planet who actually owns a Frank Mir tshirt.  So, of course I am absolutely stoked about his fight last night.  He looked awesome, with devestating boxing, a great takedown, and a game plan that Randy Couture would have been jealous of.  I always believed he would make it back to the top, and I knew this when he fought Brandon Vera.

You see, even though Brandon Vera tooled Mir in about a minute, I saw a glimpse of the future.  It wasn’t anything special, just the way Mir covered up when Vera threw a one-two combination.  It was a beautiful display of text book boxing.  I’m the biggest fan of Frank Mir there is, but I am not counting Brock Lesnar out of their next fight.

And I hate Rashad Evans and Rampage.  Not because they’re black but because they consistently KTFO my favorite fighters.  It’s hard to watch Chuck, Wanderlei, and Forrest all go down back-to-back.  Especially when I felt like they were all winning the fight before getting knocked out.  So here’s to hoping that Rashad fights Rampage and the winner of that gets beaten by my dark horse wrecking machine Thiago Silva after he defeates Lyoto Machida.  If not, then here’s hoping to see Anderson Silva come up from 185 and clean out the division.

I’m on my way to Boston Gourmet Pizza to watch UFC 92 tonight.  It kind of sucks they’re charging a cover to get in the door but I really want to see this card so it’ll be worth it.  Plus it’s good to get out and see some of the downtown Anchorage atmosphere.  I’ll be rooting for Mir, Wanderlei, and Forrest Griffin.  And I know I forgot to update my Evan Tanner Tribute Beard this week so I’ll get to that tonight or tomorrow.

I hope everyone had a white Christmas like I did!!  Heh, suckers.

Today I bought a recliner and had my cable (which is free from my apartment) installed.  So needless to say, I didn’t do much other than watching tv and being lazy.  But, I’m feeling kind of guilty that I’m being lazy up here so tomorrow I will be more productive.  I found a trail by my apartment and I ran it yesterday.  I’m very sore today, which tells me that I’m out of shape.

The trail itself was awesome though.  But running in cold, cold weather, not so awesome.  I didn’t know (and still don’t know) how long the trail was.  I ran about a mile out on the trail, and then about a mile back.  On my way I saw people cross country skiing, saw people walking, and saw people riding their bikes even though the trail was covered in packed ice and snow.  That’s what I like about this state.  Even though it’s freezing outside people still get out and exercise.  They run with their dog, take a walk with their wife, or just get out ski because they love it.  I envy that.

I don’t have any winter clothes that are designed for recreation.  I don’t even own a pair of sweatpants or jogging pants, so I ran in shorts.  Yup, the weather was in single digits and I was out running in the cold.  The first thing on me to freeze was my legs of course.  When I passed two older ladies who were walking they called me crazy and said my legs were red.  I looked down and they were bright red, and the hairs were white and frozen.  It didn’t really bother me though so I kept running.

I passed another guy on the trial who was skiing with his wife and he called me a brave soul.  The cold air burned my lungs at first, but eventually you realize that your mind is telling you to quit but your body can go on.  You just have to shut your mind off and keep going.  The body can take the punishment.  You just have to be crazy enough to go out in the cold and run beyond that wall that your mind puts up.

I know I haven’t been too active in the past month due the move and all that.  But if I let it get out of control, I’ll slip into my old ways and never be happy with myself.  It’s a constant battle but there are a lot of good influences around me.  I believe in myself, I know what I’m capable of.  I can certainly change my life, if not others’ along the way.