Rule #1. Smile and have fun!
All things considered the nightmare wasn’t as bad as I expected.
I’m in a cargo plane with Dan. My instructor is attaching my chute and harness, but instead of securing it properly he is fastening it to my shoelaces. Not surprisingly, this is met with some concern. When I inquire I’m quickly dismissed. This is how it’s done, you’ll be fine, stop worrying – the perilous platitudes one might expect from someone devising your demise.
In a daze I take slow steps forward like a prisoner on a chain gang after a day of hard labor. The cargo bay door opens, I inch forward unable to understand why my chute is affixed to my laces, and, more pressing, why I’m continuing to advance. I step off the platform and wake up right as I start to fall.
Will Obamacare cover my physical therapy?
I’m reasonably fit.
By that I mean I go to the gym a fair bit. I play soccer in-between injuries. I lift weights, I run, I hike, bike, and ski. I’m, you know, active. However, I’m not really training for anything in particular. Like many I suspect I ascribe to the Jerry Seinfeld fitness philosophy – I want to look good naked (or at least not awful). Working against me is my self-diagnosed PCI. That’s Portion Control Issues. French fries, in particular, are my Kryptonite. And, having only recently moved into my 40s, I’m aware my most athletic days are behind me. Father time, as they say, is undefeated. Continue Reading
I’m officially licensed to carry a concealed weapon in Washington.
Just a few months ago I would have classified anyone with a concealed carry permit as a whack job or a gun nut. And now I’m, literally, a card-carrying member. Let’s retrace a few steps to see how this happened.
Combat training is one of the important competencies on the list. It’s also the item du-jour so it’s receiving a fair bit of attention on the blog. When I started toying with the idea of getting my permit it was a lark; a process that I thought would generate good material. And while that’s true, it’s what I wasn’t prepared for that’s more interesting. I really enjoy shooting. Continue Reading
I have some work to do to build up my secret agent CV. Fortunately for me a number of items on the list involve a classroom of sorts. And in the everyone gets a trophy generation certificates flow freely.
So, I’ll use this page as a modern-day familial refrigerator and post my various achievements, certificates, and the like. While my mother might have abandoned this practice in junior high, likely at my request, I like to think she’d be no less proud now.
Proof I can jump out of a perfectly good airplane. With an expert attached of course.
Fantastic day in the class and on the track with Dad today – August 21, 2014