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Dennis

July 19th, 2008

I just got an email from an old friend and it was so nice to hear from him.

He’s taken a new position as the head of post-production at Pinewood/Shepperton Studios in Great Britain. This means he’s one of the heavy hitters at one of the most prestegious studios in the world.

Dennis is a truly amazing guy. Not only is he a genius; he’s your quintessential “self made” success.

I am truly blessed to know him.

Love you, man.

Richard Random Thoughts

Fourth of July Tractor Parade

July 9th, 2008

For the holiday weekend, I went camping up at Randy and Alexa’s place near Kennedy Meadows. On Saturday, the locals had their second annual Fourth of July Tractor Parade. It was a real hoot. Five or six tractors, an old Model T, various kids on bicycles, dogs, and a few odds and ends and there you have it.

It was so cool because it was so down home. The parade route was about half a mile… down the only road, and there were maybe ten spectators sitting in chairs along the route. Maybe fifty people all in. And yet, that’s enough people to have a parade and for everyone to have a great time!

It was very cool. It made me feel glad.

Tractor Parade

Richard Random Thoughts

Motivation

July 1st, 2008

Someone recently asked me what motivates me to lift weights.

I think the real answer is many things motivate me at some level or another and all those levels do need motivating so it’s truly not any one thing. But there is one in particular that I felt was worth mentioning, because it isn’t an obvious one to most people.

Motivation

The sheer animal exhilaration that floods me when it all stops.

When I’m no longer in the car on the way to work thinking about how I should tweak my next workout or change my diet.

When I’m no longer talking to a client on the phone and feeling my calves crying out for mercy after last night’s bombing.

When I’m no longer visualizing my lifts and mentally isolating each muscle while I’m getting dressed to go to the gym.

When I’m no longer thinking about all the fucking bullshit I think about every fucking minute I’m awake.

When all that just falls away.

It’s those few moments when the only thing that exists in the entire universe is the weight… and my all consuming passion to move it.

Richard Random Thoughts