I've been lifting for power a lot lately and my fitness goals have changed ever since I arrived here in DC. However something like performance enhancing drugs is foreign to me, not that I'm unaware of them or out of touch. It's that the though of using them hasn't crossed my mind ever since I stopped competing in sports seriously.
When I look at "the family" however, I can't help but think that a lot of these men with chiseled bodies must be on some sort of illegal supplement. There are guys in San Francisco in their 50s and 60s with shredded abs. I don't care how much you work out, that's incredibly hard to do unless you do not eat anything other than dry salads and grilled chicken or are on steroids.
I digress ... maybe I'm just jealous, or perhaps just realistic. Who knows?
Today was a productive for the most part. It had a down moment but I quickly got over that due to the excitement (good and bad excitement) that I knew was in store later on today.
I coordinate a tutoring program, and my next tutoring session is Wednesday. I'm expecting great than 60 kids and 60 tutors (Saturdays have even more). I had to check lesson plans, organize the manipulatives, arrange substitutes, work on student progress reports and call parents to remind them to bring their kids. It's always interesting, because some of my parents don't speak English so I have to do my best to NOT butcher what little Spanish I do know. I'll be glad when 7 pm this evening hits! Then I can start thinking about Saturday morning tutoring w00t!
BTW if you are interested in being a volunteer tutor, please let me know ... all my kids are great and it's fun.
After work I hopped on the S2 bus to K St. NW. I went to the DC Rape Crisis Center to volunteer with their year end mailer, it's one of their main fundraisers and I was filling out cards and envelopes for people that have a history of donating well over $300. It's really good work that they do, they have a 24 hr hot-line to counsel rape victims current and even people that were victimized in the past that are just now seeking counseling. They also go directly to hospitals to provide counseling on site. If you have some extra dollars laying around please donate.
After I left the Crisis Center, I caught the red line back to Woodley where I picked up my car to go visit a friend that was hit by a car yesterday. He seemed to be in good spirits didn't have any obvious injuries, however he has internal bruising ... OUCH! We hung out and watched Family Guy and then end of this Christmas movie that I now must catch the beginning of.
So today was full and I'm glad, it took my mind off of some other things that I really didn't want to spend a lot of time thinking about!
One thing today that I didn't really care for and I need to mention this while it's fresh on my mind. Why do some media outlets censor direct quotes? This hockey player made a lewd statement about two his former girlfriends to some sports media and Yahoo! edited the offensive phrase out. Why censor? How is anyone supposed to learn when you do that?
I moved to Washington D.C. on September 11 2008. The move was relatively random; back in May I was eating lunch and smoking Hookah with two of my coworkers, and one of them, Ernesto, suggested that we move to D.C. and get government jobs. So I spent the next few months looking for jobs, I would travel to the DC metro area frequently for job interviews and fairs with little success. This attempt to move was by far the most humbling experience of my life. I had to keep telling myself that it will happen and that I just need to be patient.
Patience was tough for me however, I hated my job, was living with my parents and was having a lot of man troubles. I just needed to get out of this mess. In college I saw myself being in a much different place in life that I actually was, and because of it I was miserable. I felt like a total failure and that I'm doomed to mediocrity for a good long while.
Fortune favored me one day because I finally was offered a job ... only one catch, I'd be bringing in 30k before taxes. That's a $10K pay cut and more bills and more living expenses. I took the job, I couldn't stand my current job any longer and I'd rather take a pay cut than to continue to be miserable. I packed up my stuff and I drove up to D.C. with out a place to live. Only thing I had were my clothes, a new job and my car.
I was able to find a place on Craig's List, so I was only homeless for a day and I had a friend that let me sleep on his couch for the one night. So now I live in the Woodley Park/Adams Morgan area and I'm enjoying it. Things are being handed to me on a platter up here yet I'm the happiest I've been since my junior year at ODU.
I'm in DC looking for something ... what it is I'm not really sure. I know that I know it when I see it though.
On another note, tonight I'm volunteering at the DC Rape Crisis Center ... nothing too heavy, just helping them by stuffing and labeling envelopes. I'll update on how that goes sometime before Friday.
I'm an army brat, so I've moved around a lot. On average about every two or three years. Most of the time I'm really shy around people that I don't know. I trying to better myself physically, mentally and spiritually.