Back to Basics

It feels weird to be writing a post about running but the funny thing is when I started this blog, that's all it was supposed to be about. This blog was originally called "Running The Streets". I wrote about the progress I was making trying to bring my weight down after a bad Dr. visit. Anyway, I did pretty good. I lost weight and actually began to like running.
We moved in '09. The free time I had for running was now spent on the freeway. I've tried to take advantage of the time I do have and now I've got some new motivation.
I challenged a friend to a 5k run in November(ish). What I've got to concentrate on is bringing down my time. I'll be checking in every week (maybe more often than that) with a post to let you know how it's going.
I included a picture of my time from this morning's run. Good starting point, I'd say. Plenty of room for improvement.

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Chicas Patas Boogie

My Grandpa was diagnosed with cancer in February 2006. He celebrated his 85th birthday that June. Ever since I can remember, the biggest highlight of any of our family parties hands down was watching our grandparents dance.Although he was tired throughout his birthday party, he gave his audience what they wanted, one last show. I'd like to share their last dance with all of you. Thank you for watching.

Friends. How many of us have them?

I started off "playing" on twitter just like some other people, "for the LOLs" but what did I do? I fucked around and made some friends in the process. I will say for the record that I've never met some of these people in real life. When I say "some", I'm talking about 98% but when you think about it, does that really matter? Do you really need to meet in person to consider someone a friend? I really don't think so but just to be fair, let's check out the dictionary's definition of the word "friend" to see if it differs from mine. According to "Websters" the definition of the word friend is,"One person attached to another by respect or affection". Damn!! That's pretty good. I don't know if I can beat that but this is my definition here. Check it out.


Friends are people who...

1. keep you laughing all day especially when you might not be in any mood to reciprocate.

2. disregard the twitter handle and always call you by your first name.

3. are reading this blog post right now. Thank you, by the way.

4. go out of their way to wish you a Happy Birthday.

5. find a way to check up on you when you give up Twitter for Lent.

6. inspire you with every single one of their tweets.

7. have never met you in "real life" but are willing to spend their hard earned cash just to make you smile.

8. I wish nothing but the best for and who feel the same about me.

9. use their ability to reach people to help you spread the word about things and people who are very important to you.

10. accept you for who you are and what you believe because you're willing to do the same.

That's my definition of a friend and I hope to meet as many of you as I can. Thank you.

Con Los Años Que Me Quedan

    On May 27,1979, my mother gave me life. Exactly twenty seven years later on May 27,2006, my long time girlfriend changed it forever. That was 5 years ago today. (Wow!) (sorry about that) I married the woman who changed my life. It should come as no surprise to anybody that she remains the main source of my happiness today. She means more to me than she'll ever know. She's blessed me with 2 beautiful children. She's taught me so much about life AND love. Cleaning up after myself? Well, we're still working on that. (ask me again in 5 years) We've been together for almost 13 years and in that time, as you can imagine, we've been through a lot. We've seen more "Ups &  Downs" than Dodger fans on "Bobble Head Night" (go ahead, get the visual) but through it all we have remained a team. When it seemed I had nobody behind me, I had her by my side.
    Our kids came before our marriage but the last five years have been the most "productive". We bought a new car together and at that time knowing if we did, we'd have to wait on buying a house. But as life surprised us, we didn't have to wait as long as we thought IF we were willing to make a sacrifice. Two years later, we bought that house. We all fell in love with the house..even if it was 60 miles from the kid's school and our jobs. That was the sacrifice. I still can't believe it at times and we've been living in it for a year and a half already. I'm most happy of the fact that it's ours. My parents never bought a house and moving around like I did as a kid is not something my kids will have to go through.
    Anna, I have you to thank for that.
    We're only 5 years into forever,baby. I thank you and I love you.
    We were interrupted during our "First Dance" and never got to finish it but I pray everyday that God will allow us  until the end of time to to keep on dancing.
    Con  los años que me quedan por vivir, Demostraré cuanto te quiero.

Chicano_Soul

   So I changed my twitter name (again) recently and have been asked a couple times, "why?".
First let me say that this will be the last time I change it. I don't know why I didn't start off with this name in the first place. I've been Chicano before I knew what Chicano was. I've always thought about my soul and what would ultimately become of it. I share the "Chicano Soul" with a lot of people but just like we each have our own memories, our souls are unique as well.
   I remember as a kid worrying about my mom and the pain she tried so desperately to drown out with alcohol. I remember worrying about her soul. I began to think that her soul would never be at rest until her body was.
   I began to worry about myself. Maybe I would never know peace until she was at rest. Not something you want to think of but it still crossed my mind many times. Maybe by me worrying so much, I'd keep the cycle going. I couldn't do that.
   When I say I worry about my soul, I don't mean that I'm a serial killer and I'm worried about whether it'll end up in heaven or hell. I've always had a strong conscience. For the most part, I've always walked the straight and narrow. I worry because I have people in my life I never want to let down. I also live for the people who are no longer in my life. I try to succeed for them everyday.
   Good or bad, I've learned something from all of them so I am thankful but at the end of the day I just hope my soul finds peace before my body does.

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Thank You

Music... or should I say *GOOD* music usually makes me think. It's funny how one thought leads to another and that thought leads to another and so on...and so on. Bobby Womack is preaching from the innards of my phone and it's not long before my mind starts jumping from thoughts about my wife to my kids to my parents back to my wife back to my kids. I think about my son the longest. Such a beautiful kid. He looks just like his mother. (No use denying it) There, I said it. He has my ears and he's tall for his age like I was and although he's smarter than I was, he might be just as lazy. I'm confident he'll accomplish so much more in his life than I have. I watch him teach himself songs to play on his guitar. I WATCH more than I encourage and compliment. Note to self: Say what you're thinking when you think it. My Grandpa used to ber like that. He was quiet all the time. I do the same thing with my wife. She'll never know how much I love and appreciate her. Maybe she would if I said it more often. After everything we've been through in the almost 13 years we've been together, there is no one on this planet I'd rather be with. Maybe I should talk more and blog less?

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