The Coosa River Challenge is a triathlon-style adventure race held annually for the past 13 years in Wetumpka, Alabama. It involves trail running, mountain biking and canoeing, and includes several additional miscellaneous physical challenges along the way. I participated in the 2013 Coosa River Challenge this past weekend (we’ll call it the “CRC” from here on out), and I think the blog is a good place to memorialize my experience while it is still fresh in my mind.
I took the summer off from writing my blog, and now I believe it is time to ramp this thing back up. My writing muscles are well-rested, and I’ve had a few months to think about topics for blog entries that might be interesting for you to read. It’s good to be back. As always, I appreciate each and every person who takes the time to read and comment.
In a previous essay, “The Magic of Juicing,” I explained in great detail how I first got into juicing over a decade ago. Long story short, the first time I saw the Jack LaLanne Power Juicer infomercial, I was instantly captivated. Jack’s enthusiasm for all things juice, combined with the Home Shopping Network’s savvy marketing strategy (the countdown clock – only 10 left!), created an irresistible desire in my brain to “unlock the power of juicing,” as Jack would say.
It occurred to me a while back that I should begin writing down my “rules for living” – a list of personal preferences, suggestions, and observations that has been rattling around in my brain for several years. These are no one’s rules but mine, so please feel free to disagree, but I thought it would be a blog-worthy endeavor to memorialize them and share them in a post. Although I’m sure I could think of more, I decided to stop at 50. Any resemblance to Ron Swanson’s perfectly calibrated Pyramid of Greatness is completely intentional. I would love to hear what you might add to the list, or take away. Here you go:
When I was a child, I spotted a lonely box turtle crossing the road in front of my house in the heat of summer. I felt sorry for the turtle, which I named George, so I rescued him and put him in a cardboard box with lettuce, grass and a cupful of water. After a couple of days, I began to feel sorry for George once again. Captivity in a cardboard box is no life for a wild animal, even a slow-moving, stupid, reptilian wild animal. George deserved to roam wild and free. So, I came up with a plan: I would return George to nature, where he so desperately belonged, just like in those uplifting Animal Planet specials where they release the rehabilitated eagle or the orphaned grey wolf. But where?
If I tell you that good eating habits help us live longer, healthier lives, then your first reaction will probably be, “tell me something I don’t know.” We all understand the correlation between the quality and quantity of food consumption and health, but it’s one thing to acknowledge a truth intellectually, and quite another thing to take a truth to heart and apply it in practical ways.