This Occupy Movement has me a bit befuddled, I must admit. Now, I will fully offer the fact that I am not the most read when it comes to the meat and potatoes of these "peaceful" protests. I don't know what agenda they, as a whole, are pulling for. But, it seems to me, they don't know either. Are we really surprised at this, considering they claim to be the 99%. That's a lot of folks to put into one category.
Yes I understand the great dichotomy of the 1% with the "work-horses" of the American populous. And yes I do believe reform is needed. But, these seem to be desperate acts of desperate folks. I don't know if the spark of the Arab Spring gave the momentum or catalyst for the now global "Occupy" movement, but we can hardly place these two in the same category. I wonder what happened to the grass roots movements of the past, is this how they have evolved, or is this what happens when the grass gets too high.
I support the protesters, I support the need for change, I support their rights, I support the pain and desperation from 3 years of financial turmoil. I do not support wanton police violence, I do not support a display of power over another person, I do not support subjecting someone to feeling inferior as a result of a broken system. But, this being said, I can't feel good about these movements.
You would call me the 99%. That's what I would be on paper. No denying it. It's who I and my family are. I've had some lucky breaks and many, many blessings. But, I attribute this to good decisions, not the failing of others. This is where I separate myself from those who claim a down trodden existence at the whim and legislation of wall street. But, what do I know. I'm not in their shoes...
I also support the clearing out of the camps by the municipalities. I feel these places have become a refuge for those who take advantage of the outcries of those in desperation. A place festering with feces, drugs, and criminal activity. It's fitting and somewhat poetic these camps foster crimes in which the citizens report to the police who, later on, force them from their confines. A symbiotic relationship, like star wars...just not as cool. But, I support their First Amendment rights.
A reason companies excel and capitalism thrives, is due to organization, planning, and implementation. A Strategic, Attainable, and Measurable (SAM) goal. A force of research, options, and mostly a business plan. This is what moves things forward. It seems these SAM goals and plan of action is absence in the movement. Perhaps they should establish an Executive Council, or appoint someone to be CEO of the group. Another person who can handle the general operations from day to day...we'll call this person a COO. And someone to handle all meetings with the press, I don't know, how about a PR person. And someone else to stream it all online, an IT guru. Oh, but someone must handle international efforts. This is, after all, global. Or is this just what happens when the boomer generation of hippies finds they have not planned for the future.
To garner more than 1% of public support of the 99%, to be against the 1%, we need to realize more needs to be communicated. Until then, I wish you all luck in your camps as winter approaches. Perhaps all that time hidden from the winter's chill will provide for you an opportunity to plan...for a united effort I can get on board with. Until then, I will admit to being the 99%, but not agree to having the 1% of the 99% talking for us all.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Is that legal?
I french kissed a giraffe yesterday. Yeah, not what you expected to be the opening line. Don't worry, I gave her dinner first, I am, after all, a gentleman. Now hold off, before you go calling authorities or blowing me up on the twittershpere, let me explain. There is, after all, a method to the madness and no cause for concern.
It was at the State Fair. I haven't been to the fair in over a decade. This is owing mostly to the fact that it is first of all, not safe after dark...or late into the afternoon, and two, it's rather expensive. But we were drawn to the fair this year. It was a calling, neigh, a desire for something. Something unique, special, something fairtastic! It was...wait for it....almost...RED VELVET FUNNEL CAKE! And it was worth every calorie filled, artery clogging, dying younger bite.
A friend told of us this wonderful anomaly, so we had to go and try it out. We decided to go on Eliz's day off, in the early afternoon. We actually timed it quite perfectly. The weather was great, there was no fee to get in, and it was a Dollar Day, with lots of specials for only a dollar. That's how we got away with two hours at the fair and only spending $8. Yeah, we rock!
So 7 of those dollars was spent on the funnel cake (Worth It). The other buck was spent on carrots to feed the livestock. In this case a Giraffe. They had goats, pigs, cows, tigers, elephants, ducks, turkeys, zebras, etc, etc, etc. But, my darling wife was mesmerized by the longneck. So, we dug deep, pulled out a dollar and bought carrots. She fed him a couple and had a good laugh. With her remaining two carrot sticks, she graciously gave me the honor to feed the big gal.
First carrot, give by hand...the "traditional" way. The second carrot I put in my mouth (mostly hanging out of course) and the giraffe, bent his long neck over the fence stuck out his 12 inch tongue and grabbed that carrot like it was dipped in gold. With wide eyes, a sour face, and some definite giraffe spittle on my chin, I pulled away to raucous laughter from my wife and bystanders. It kinda freaked me out...and then Eliz wouldn't even give me a kiss, what's up with that. Totally worth it though. I mean really, how many people can pontificate on the time they made out with a giraffe. Now I can cross that one off the bucket list. Next up teeth cleaning clinic for crocodiles, what can I say, I'm a giver.
It was at the State Fair. I haven't been to the fair in over a decade. This is owing mostly to the fact that it is first of all, not safe after dark...or late into the afternoon, and two, it's rather expensive. But we were drawn to the fair this year. It was a calling, neigh, a desire for something. Something unique, special, something fairtastic! It was...wait for it....almost...RED VELVET FUNNEL CAKE! And it was worth every calorie filled, artery clogging, dying younger bite.
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| Doesn't this look soooo Good |
So 7 of those dollars was spent on the funnel cake (Worth It). The other buck was spent on carrots to feed the livestock. In this case a Giraffe. They had goats, pigs, cows, tigers, elephants, ducks, turkeys, zebras, etc, etc, etc. But, my darling wife was mesmerized by the longneck. So, we dug deep, pulled out a dollar and bought carrots. She fed him a couple and had a good laugh. With her remaining two carrot sticks, she graciously gave me the honor to feed the big gal.
First carrot, give by hand...the "traditional" way. The second carrot I put in my mouth (mostly hanging out of course) and the giraffe, bent his long neck over the fence stuck out his 12 inch tongue and grabbed that carrot like it was dipped in gold. With wide eyes, a sour face, and some definite giraffe spittle on my chin, I pulled away to raucous laughter from my wife and bystanders. It kinda freaked me out...and then Eliz wouldn't even give me a kiss, what's up with that. Totally worth it though. I mean really, how many people can pontificate on the time they made out with a giraffe. Now I can cross that one off the bucket list. Next up teeth cleaning clinic for crocodiles, what can I say, I'm a giver.
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| the tongue in action |
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Muddy Buddy
This weekend Eliz, Drew, and I went to Dallas, TX to compete in a mud run. We were in town for less than 24hrs. The weekend started Friday night with a music festival in Shreveport at the McNeil Street Pump Station. We woke early on Saturday, ran 10 miles, 6.2 of which was in a schedule, sponsored race. We rocked the race, came home, packed up and headed to Dallas. We arrived in Dallas just after 3pm. We met our friends, the Delaneys, who were so nice to let us stay with them. Colin Delaney, was to be my partner in the ever exciting Muddy Buddy Race. But, we had tickets to the awesome and talented Avett Brothers. These guys are a pretty awesome band out of North Carolina, worth checking out. The concert was in downtown Dallas, we were staying in Mckinney. Meaning after the concert was over and we got home and to bed, it was 1:00am. At 5:00am when the alarm went off, we were still tired. We piled in the car and took off for the race.
The race was a blast! I had a great partner, this is the second mud type race we have done. The first being the Warrior Dash. We were lucky to have a couple of spectator/fans with us. Including Colin's 4 year old son Jackson (this kid has the best and most infectious laugh I have ever seen). He even got to run the Mini Buddy...he had a blast.
After the race we went back, showered and left town before 1pm, so less than 24 hours. Too bad because I do enjoy spending time with the Delaneys. There will be other chances though. Drew is a pretty good photo man, and he took some pics, so I have to add them. But, big thanks to Colin and Liz Delaney for being great people and wonderful hosts, thanks!
In no particular order:
The race was a blast! I had a great partner, this is the second mud type race we have done. The first being the Warrior Dash. We were lucky to have a couple of spectator/fans with us. Including Colin's 4 year old son Jackson (this kid has the best and most infectious laugh I have ever seen). He even got to run the Mini Buddy...he had a blast.
After the race we went back, showered and left town before 1pm, so less than 24 hours. Too bad because I do enjoy spending time with the Delaneys. There will be other chances though. Drew is a pretty good photo man, and he took some pics, so I have to add them. But, big thanks to Colin and Liz Delaney for being great people and wonderful hosts, thanks!
In no particular order:
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| Post Race and Clean Up. |
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| After finishing, big thanks to the wives for the costumes |
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| Yeah, he had fun |
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| Team Legs of Lead, getting toward the end |
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| Jackson's Foot, Drew is a pretty good photog guy |
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| Jackson spent time throwing rocks as big as him in the lake as Colin and I did the race |
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| Preparing the Mud Pit |
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| Before pic, you can't see the mustache I'm sporting...probably a good thing. |
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| Game Face |
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| After Jackson's Mini Buddy...my favorite pic. |
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| Jackson and Colin Running the Mini Buddy |
Power of Please
There's a difference between "May I have that." and "May I have that, Please." It may seem inconsequential, simply an extra half breath. They can both be delivered in a positive and polite way. But, when you are on the receiving end, it changes all intonations of meaning. How difficult is it to add a please to the beginning or end of any request? More over, how does it reflect on you when you don't.
We are in the midst of a service life. We need, we grow, we want, we get. We are constantly going after something. This puts us, repeatedly, in a position of relying of others to both give us goods and services. This interaction marks how we see the world and how we see other people. The nature of our humanity can be seen in the way we conduct ourselves when we shop.
Two Examples:
Often times when checking out at the grocery store the clerk always says "hi, how are you today?" I always respond and then I ask them how they are. More often than not, no one has asked them this simple return questions. I've even had them thank me for asking, for which I assumed no one or very few, had the manners to return the question. I don't see how. I can't and won't understand how we become so self involved, or worse, so self righteous, we can't take the time to encourage another person. I hope it's not a sense of "being better than" them, you, us, it all. Cause if that's it, allow me to let you in on some not so secret info, you're not that special. Despite what your mother, husband, wife, nurse, grandmother tells you, no one is so good or elevated they have the right to be mean or dismiss another person. Ever.
Secondly, and most recent. Friday afternoon my buddy Drew and I went to a local Running/Outdoor store to pick up our race packets for the Autumn Breeze 10K the following morning. It was about 2:00pm when we got there. They had been open and handing out packets to runners since 10:00am, yeah, that's 4 hours. After standing in a brief line, I walked to the counter and requested packets for both my wife and myself, adding an innocuous please at the end of the request. He repeated our names, and then looked at me, preparing the packets. As he handed them to me, he informed me, I was the first person all day to say please. I mean, come on, 4 hours, over a 1000 people in that race and no one had said anything to him. Now that is just wrong, but mostly it's just sad. The thing that bothers me the most is the type of people who shop there are very diverse and both very affluent and then not so affluent. All walks of life. I apologized to him that people had been remissed to say one little word, which in his case, made a big difference.
How do I know it made a big difference? Cause at the race the next morning, after we had finished, Drew and I were again chatting, enjoying a post race beer (one of my favorite parts of running 6.2 miles) when he came up to us. He called us by name, first name, and asked us how and what we thought of the race. He remembered us, by name, from 3 minutes of interaction. It blew me away and even more so made me resolute to use please and basic manners in everywhere I go, no matter what kind of day I'm having.
It's just a breath, one of thousands you take in a day. But, a simple "please" can mean the difference. I know it's a bit Sunday School to talk about. But, apparently the lesson was never learned, so a little remedial review can't hurt. So, PLEASE, go forth and be nice to your fellow man and woman and child, if not for them, then for you.
We are in the midst of a service life. We need, we grow, we want, we get. We are constantly going after something. This puts us, repeatedly, in a position of relying of others to both give us goods and services. This interaction marks how we see the world and how we see other people. The nature of our humanity can be seen in the way we conduct ourselves when we shop.
Two Examples:
Often times when checking out at the grocery store the clerk always says "hi, how are you today?" I always respond and then I ask them how they are. More often than not, no one has asked them this simple return questions. I've even had them thank me for asking, for which I assumed no one or very few, had the manners to return the question. I don't see how. I can't and won't understand how we become so self involved, or worse, so self righteous, we can't take the time to encourage another person. I hope it's not a sense of "being better than" them, you, us, it all. Cause if that's it, allow me to let you in on some not so secret info, you're not that special. Despite what your mother, husband, wife, nurse, grandmother tells you, no one is so good or elevated they have the right to be mean or dismiss another person. Ever.
Secondly, and most recent. Friday afternoon my buddy Drew and I went to a local Running/Outdoor store to pick up our race packets for the Autumn Breeze 10K the following morning. It was about 2:00pm when we got there. They had been open and handing out packets to runners since 10:00am, yeah, that's 4 hours. After standing in a brief line, I walked to the counter and requested packets for both my wife and myself, adding an innocuous please at the end of the request. He repeated our names, and then looked at me, preparing the packets. As he handed them to me, he informed me, I was the first person all day to say please. I mean, come on, 4 hours, over a 1000 people in that race and no one had said anything to him. Now that is just wrong, but mostly it's just sad. The thing that bothers me the most is the type of people who shop there are very diverse and both very affluent and then not so affluent. All walks of life. I apologized to him that people had been remissed to say one little word, which in his case, made a big difference.
How do I know it made a big difference? Cause at the race the next morning, after we had finished, Drew and I were again chatting, enjoying a post race beer (one of my favorite parts of running 6.2 miles) when he came up to us. He called us by name, first name, and asked us how and what we thought of the race. He remembered us, by name, from 3 minutes of interaction. It blew me away and even more so made me resolute to use please and basic manners in everywhere I go, no matter what kind of day I'm having.
It's just a breath, one of thousands you take in a day. But, a simple "please" can mean the difference. I know it's a bit Sunday School to talk about. But, apparently the lesson was never learned, so a little remedial review can't hurt. So, PLEASE, go forth and be nice to your fellow man and woman and child, if not for them, then for you.
Monday, October 10, 2011
RIP Steve Jobs
Although merely narrated by Steve Jobs, one could easily say he was the example of which he speaks. The best props to Steve Jobs I read was from a tweet from Barack Obama. It said something like, "A great tribute to Steve Jobs' legacy is how many people learned of his death by one his inventions." Or something to that effect.
Let's hope the imagination continues to run through Apple Inc and we continue to see game changing technology. Thanks for seeing things different and the best in what could be.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Affliction Apparel
I crossed a threshold this week. A right of passage if you will. No it wasn't a heart stopping moment of WHOA. Nor was it is a stop in your tracks, through the heart realization of something larger than us. It was socks and sandals. Yeah, that's it; white, cotton socks peeking out from open toed sandals.
It was in this incident I crossed into the "I know what my fashion says and I don't care despite what you think and all the bad looks you're giving me. No really I don't care." area. No, I didn't actually go out in public wearing that monstrosity, I mean, I have a rep to protect.
I was in my front yard, doing yard work in shorts, no shirt (scary I know) and socks with sandals. Raking, weed-eating, and mowing, for all the world to see, or at least those who drove down my suburban street...which seemed to be heavily populated that day. There, in the bounds of my property I made the leap to not caring what I looked liked, and let me tell you it was both exhilarating and relaxing. I stared norms, standards, and etiquette in the eyes and then punched conventionality square in the jaw. Wow, that's both violent and visual. Too bad for our light hearted listeners.
Truth is, I did it for a reason. I recent cut my heel, pretty deeply, and with every step it would open back up. I finally cleaned it out very good and put some butterfly bandaids on it. I needed to do yard work and I don't have any closed toed work shoes my hippie at heart self could in good conscience wear. My only option for cleanliness was throwing on those old man identifiers with my Chacos and going to town on that yard. So I did.
Got me thinking about the critical heart I've had at times when I see people I would deem not "with it" with public interactions. No one but them knows if it is a choice made for a good reason...even if that reason it to not buy into the majority. Comfort, Style, Misbegotten idea of style (like Hawaiian shirts in the continental 49, whoops, there I go again), all of these are done for a reason, and a critical thought or comment can only serve to diminish them as a human being. And for that, I'm sorry. For no one should be thought less of nor subjected to feeling less because of someone else. So, with my head held high, I will step into the world with my metaphorical socks and sandals and encourage all us "misfits" to be bold and be ourselves!
It was in this incident I crossed into the "I know what my fashion says and I don't care despite what you think and all the bad looks you're giving me. No really I don't care." area. No, I didn't actually go out in public wearing that monstrosity, I mean, I have a rep to protect.
I was in my front yard, doing yard work in shorts, no shirt (scary I know) and socks with sandals. Raking, weed-eating, and mowing, for all the world to see, or at least those who drove down my suburban street...which seemed to be heavily populated that day. There, in the bounds of my property I made the leap to not caring what I looked liked, and let me tell you it was both exhilarating and relaxing. I stared norms, standards, and etiquette in the eyes and then punched conventionality square in the jaw. Wow, that's both violent and visual. Too bad for our light hearted listeners.
Truth is, I did it for a reason. I recent cut my heel, pretty deeply, and with every step it would open back up. I finally cleaned it out very good and put some butterfly bandaids on it. I needed to do yard work and I don't have any closed toed work shoes my hippie at heart self could in good conscience wear. My only option for cleanliness was throwing on those old man identifiers with my Chacos and going to town on that yard. So I did.
Got me thinking about the critical heart I've had at times when I see people I would deem not "with it" with public interactions. No one but them knows if it is a choice made for a good reason...even if that reason it to not buy into the majority. Comfort, Style, Misbegotten idea of style (like Hawaiian shirts in the continental 49, whoops, there I go again), all of these are done for a reason, and a critical thought or comment can only serve to diminish them as a human being. And for that, I'm sorry. For no one should be thought less of nor subjected to feeling less because of someone else. So, with my head held high, I will step into the world with my metaphorical socks and sandals and encourage all us "misfits" to be bold and be ourselves!
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Birthday Weekend In Chicgo
Eliz and I decided what better way to spend my birthday weekend and Labor Day, then galavanting around with my good friend in Chicago. We had a blast. Drank a little too much (which is the genesis for my two week alcohol fast), and we ate some pretty out of sight food. It stared as lunch at a German beer house, which gave a free lunch to anyone who ordered a beer...you know I did. Also included Great Middle Eastern food, Chicago Dog, White Castle, Taiwanese Cuisine (which I won't have again), An amazing Seafood restaurant and Ethiopian Food.
Ethiopian Dining is great, they bring a large plate like container to you with everyone's meals on it and some spongey bread. Then everyone dives in and eats it up...but with no silverware we used our hands. Washing all down with an Ethiopian beer. Quite nice and a fun experience.
A day spent in Wrigleyville watching the cubs beat the pirates, and another day spent riding bikes around Evanston. Not a shabby way to spend the birthday weekend. We didn't take too many pictures, but I have some good ones to share all the same. So consider this another picture tour of our trip.
Ethiopian Dining is great, they bring a large plate like container to you with everyone's meals on it and some spongey bread. Then everyone dives in and eats it up...but with no silverware we used our hands. Washing all down with an Ethiopian beer. Quite nice and a fun experience.
A day spent in Wrigleyville watching the cubs beat the pirates, and another day spent riding bikes around Evanston. Not a shabby way to spend the birthday weekend. We didn't take too many pictures, but I have some good ones to share all the same. So consider this another picture tour of our trip.
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| Hammerschlagen, lunch at the German Bar |
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| Second Lunch at White Castle, and probably the biggest mistake I made this weekend (there were three of us eating this) |
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| The Field Museum ( we got some culture). You see "Sue" the most complete ever T-Rex Skeleton |
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| Sangria at the Tapas place (best I've ever had) |
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| Ramsen and Me before the game |
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| Eliz sporting her new Cubs Shirt (isn't she cute!) |
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| Pensive...or perturbed I can't tell |
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| Ramsen and Me at Murphy's Bleacher (a bar) |
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| Talking Smack, we played the "Pirates" |
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| Chicago Dog bought in the ball park, Yummy! |
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| After the Cubbies Won! |
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| Two Famous Streets in Wrigley. |
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| Chicago Skyline on the windy day we rode bikes |
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| Ramsen and Eliz riding their bicycles, note the helmets |
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| A city that supports and encourages biking commuting, wish my town was more like that. |
The Beat Generation
A follow up to a Previous Post, I came across this old video clip from a show in the 1950s. It's an interview with Jack Kerouac on The Steve Allen Show. Now I've never heard of the show, but I thought it was a pretty gone find. I found it on another blog I follow and website I like Open Culture. Here's the interview with ole Jack;
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Eliz and I are pretty non conventional people. We don't adhere to typical gender roles, we attempt to be more nontraditional in interaction with people and general carrying of ourselves. This has lead us to some pretty amazing an interesting places. From coffee ground fresh on a Nicaraguan mountain, to the tuberculosis slums of South Africa, she and I like to get into the mix of the world. We love to experience these cultural oddities together and feel it not only brings us together as a married couple, but opens our eyes the beauty of the world, while strengthening the bond we all share. That bond of humanity.
We have found subcultural experiences even here in our own town. Inner City communities accepting us as one, homeless men and woman sharing with us happiness and pain, wonderful taco cart eateries and Latino seafood restaurants where you have to order in Spanish, just to name a few. But, recently we dabbled in the foray of Easter Medicine. Acupuncture.
Part of a deal we found on Seize the Deal website, half off a session of Acupuncture. It was a very interesting experience. First, it was administered by a very tall, white man with over 15 years of experience. An ex army man who dabbled in different disciplines of both medicine and meditation all of eastern descent. He and his very Bavarian wife, were making a killing with this acupuncture using a Chiropractor's office on Saturdays. He informed us he was in business of dealing with pain, but could work on other "issues" as well.
For me, being an athlete, and an aging one at that, I have some aches and pains from my unwillingness to admit my age, combined with being the oldest on my soccer team, a need to prove myself. Along with my running this has left me with a tight and pained left hamstring, a sore right knee, and an odd pain in my right rotator cuff, when my arm is engaged in one motion for too long (like running). These were the maladies I explained to him, for which he was hopeful some relief could be obtained.
He himself was a runner, and a talker. This came with lots of time chitchatting, or in this case him talking to me with my monosyllabic grunts to acknowledge a partial participation in his conversation. He put me in a room, had me to lie on the bed and begun sticking needles, with force, into my knee. I waited for the relief, none came, but then he pulled out a Tinge machine and hooked it up to the needles and pulsed electricity to my knee. Something he repeated with both my hamstring and my shoulder. As I lied there, feeling like a human pincushion, and wondering what my poor wife was going through, I found it to be no big deal. Perhaps years of yoga and my preconceived notions of a Confucius type man centering my Chi and defining my shockras led to my lackluster approached to a modernized, ancient medicine. But, I don't think it is something I will regularly do. Plus it's damn expensive. I will admit, however, I've run a few times since and have not had any pain in my hammy, my shoulder, or my knee. So, maybe there is something to it after all.
Here are some pics I attempted to snap off, kinda hard with pins all in you body, hard to move, but if you look close you can see the pins and the tinge machine's electrodes:
We have found subcultural experiences even here in our own town. Inner City communities accepting us as one, homeless men and woman sharing with us happiness and pain, wonderful taco cart eateries and Latino seafood restaurants where you have to order in Spanish, just to name a few. But, recently we dabbled in the foray of Easter Medicine. Acupuncture.
Part of a deal we found on Seize the Deal website, half off a session of Acupuncture. It was a very interesting experience. First, it was administered by a very tall, white man with over 15 years of experience. An ex army man who dabbled in different disciplines of both medicine and meditation all of eastern descent. He and his very Bavarian wife, were making a killing with this acupuncture using a Chiropractor's office on Saturdays. He informed us he was in business of dealing with pain, but could work on other "issues" as well.
For me, being an athlete, and an aging one at that, I have some aches and pains from my unwillingness to admit my age, combined with being the oldest on my soccer team, a need to prove myself. Along with my running this has left me with a tight and pained left hamstring, a sore right knee, and an odd pain in my right rotator cuff, when my arm is engaged in one motion for too long (like running). These were the maladies I explained to him, for which he was hopeful some relief could be obtained.
He himself was a runner, and a talker. This came with lots of time chitchatting, or in this case him talking to me with my monosyllabic grunts to acknowledge a partial participation in his conversation. He put me in a room, had me to lie on the bed and begun sticking needles, with force, into my knee. I waited for the relief, none came, but then he pulled out a Tinge machine and hooked it up to the needles and pulsed electricity to my knee. Something he repeated with both my hamstring and my shoulder. As I lied there, feeling like a human pincushion, and wondering what my poor wife was going through, I found it to be no big deal. Perhaps years of yoga and my preconceived notions of a Confucius type man centering my Chi and defining my shockras led to my lackluster approached to a modernized, ancient medicine. But, I don't think it is something I will regularly do. Plus it's damn expensive. I will admit, however, I've run a few times since and have not had any pain in my hammy, my shoulder, or my knee. So, maybe there is something to it after all.
Here are some pics I attempted to snap off, kinda hard with pins all in you body, hard to move, but if you look close you can see the pins and the tinge machine's electrodes:
Sunday, August 14, 2011
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