This one’s to all you former fat asses, like me.
Have you considered that you might be holding back from a former passion that you abandoned or slacked off from because of weight, age, diminished strength? Well I’m going to tell you a story, and it has a bunch to do with why my blogging of late has been rather lazy.
The story is that back in about 1996, nearly 15 years ago, I took up the sport of hang gliding. …Note (and I hate bringing this up): I’m less than enthused when someone comments “I gotta try that!” Listen: I also fly sailplanes and powered aircraft. Hang gliding is way harder. I soloed in powered aircraft inside of a couple of months. It took months of hard effort to get anywhere close in a hang glider.
You don’t “try it.” It’s not parasailing in Mexico, which is merely a ride.
Alright, pet peeve outta the way, let’s get down to what I’m talking about. I’ve found myself less than enthusiastic about blogging in terms of health & fitness, since MovNat. Why? Well, perhaps it’s because that was such a cleansing week. I don’t really know. It would be great if I could tell you: I’m not blogging as much, or as objectively, because…
I can’t. All I know is I don’t feel like it. Is it because there are a rush of new bloggers trying to capitalize on the newfound popularity? Perhaps, and I hope so (and I’m still planing a post to highlight a few of the best). But I think the better explanation is that it’s now a year or so that I’m down to an acceptable weight, leaner, strongest I’ve ever been, and so, I find myself wondering what I really want to focus on.
…This blog…or something else, like maybe a former passion… Here was the hang gliding post from a couple of years ago, after I’d lost most of the weight. But it doesn’t and certainly didn’t feel anywhere close to the same. Perhaps it takes time in the new life?
I’m fucking strong! Really strong. Stronger than at any time in my life by far, and getting stronger. Strength is way underrated, seems to me, from where I sit now, and I’m intent on getting even stronger. And now this shit is easy, so easy where it was debilitatingly hard before. Fun easy…. Gives me confidence I never had, and I actually have designs on perhaps even getting into serious cross country flying (the record is 425 miles in a day in a hang glider) and competitions (typically, 80-100 mile tasks over 6-8 days straight). It’s a passion. It has reawakened! And in such a way as I’m envisioning what I didn’t even envision 15 years ago when I began.
I hold Paleo eating and lifting heavy weights responsible. Damn it!
So here I am. I maybe want to blog about lost passions for a while, or maybe nothing and just field comments if they come. Can any of you help in comments? Can you think of something that was once a passion that went by the wayside when you got fat, old, or some combination thereof, that you made all sorts of excuses for?
I tried to edit this video down as much as I could. It was a lot of footage, but still sits at 10 minutes to capture the essentials from where I sit. The last one was just of me doing the deal, the flying. 2:30 out of 40 minutes. This one is about the run up to flying and all that goes into it, which is a lot. But hopefully, you see the passion, even more than the sport of it. And there’s more below the video.
And what the hell… I figure a few of you guys out there might be comfortable in thinking this is way, way, way, a Macho deal, and as such, way easily dismissible (but that’s ok, ’cause that’s just ’cause I wanted to post hot chick video no matter what). Lame excuse, and no offense. Still, check out the hot hang glider chicks. Really!
From New Zealand.
And, check out artsy fartsy.
I love how she describes the video.
This is an exaggeration on the difference between my ‘real’ life and my hang gliding life. I am not that depressed in real life but I do daydream about it a lot. I love the challenge, seeing new places from a different perspective, meeting people I connect with and having too much fun!
A super understatement, for a modestly overstated video. I relate because I can remember months in the early years where I thought of little else than flying — for hours — before McDonald’s & Pizza.
How can I wrap it up? Hang gliding can be really, really scary, at certain times. Weather conditions, mostly, but also unfamiliarity with where you’re landing and a host of other things. This is an enormous aspect of the allure. Scare yourself half to death, often irrationally so, but with a real connection (flying on your own, right out there), but with an alcoholic beverage out there upon completion. What more do you want?
It is the most difficult, varied form of aviation, bar none, and I could expound upon that. …Well, perhaps if you had to shoot other gliders down. There might be that.
Is this boring, irrelevant, or something else undesirable? Let me know, in comments. Anyone else have lost passions they’re recapturing, and even better than before?