Hello Destiny! Time Travelers—how are you all doin' tonight?! And here's to all those crazies out in Posterity Land! Woo!

OK, I had a Paul Stanley on a KISS Alive album thing going on in my head there!

SURPRISE—this site doesn't get much traffic; most of the Internet works this way. This is NOT some silly Self-Care Is Your #1 Care for 2020 or Top 10 Songs To Dance To Make Your Beard More Epic or Top Movies for All-Time That Begin With a "The" website. This is just me—NO "get rich schemes" of bait clicks or ad monetization or Amazon affiliate links—in fact, I don't even own an Amazon account!

I preferred the Internet back when it was a place where people were just interested in stuff—geeks and such, some time around 1995-1997...but, I suspect that's just me being exclusive...

...we live in an inclusive world, though rarely do we recognize it. There are the Internet giants that have been able to pull off millions of mouse-clicks. But, whether its our lives in the present, others in 1976, still others from 1876, or even those around 76 AD and before, we are people, people that are people: we all have wins, losses and a desire for something better.

There's no magic in fame or wealth—a few lucky breaks hit that could have easily missed...should luck be followed? Should followers and fortune be a target? I don't think I want that as a metric. After that 150 mark, those numbers in our lives don't matter much, and I want people in my life to matter.

If you were wandering around my yard at 4 AM this morning, you would have found this werewolf howling at the moon:

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I ABSOLUTELY loved the night sky this morning! It was a surreal experience, like I was in a video game. In such a backdrop, I wanted to get in my truck, queue up some retrowave on Spotify and drive into the night.

Nevertheless, this beast from the Creatures of the Night had to enter his sixth training session to close out the week.

The workout was good, though I had to shave an additional 5 minutes out of its ending, just as I have for the past three days because of my ankle. Good opening cardio; great bagwork and exercise ball reps; and when I pushed to close out with additional cardio, minutes in, the ankle aches began. While I'll happily take the 2 1/4 hour workout, I really wanted to return to and go beyond 150 minutes.

In time. 2021: we'll be running those races.

For now, November: Let's Do This!

"...To stretch out my arms like Wolverine and rail against the tempest of Death."

I am feeling FANTASTIC—or perhaps, I'm influenced by my return to 7 cups of coffee a day! While the carnivore diet was the sexier approach, my retro diet puts me in a better place—no nausea—and also encourages an intermittent fasting approach. PLUS, I couldn't find confidence in an approach that actively brushes RDAs aside as something only glucose gluttons have to meet. And I very could be wrong on this point, but if I'm not confident in it, I won't perform to my potential. Honestly, I like fiber...even if its from the rags of Egypt!

Finally, there may be something flawed with the idea that I can eat whenever I feel hungry and in that, whatever I want as long as there's no carbs. I mean, it seems like a plausible approach until I realize that feelings should be used as a catalyst and not as a metric. Feelings drove some bad eating habits in the past.

Not that weight can't be lost going carnivore, but I get the impression that I just do far better on my retro diet—historically anyway! I mean, we'll see come December 3, but it's an easy bet it'll be far more than 12 lbs or the percentage equivalent of the past couple of Expeditions.

And The Bump...well, that's the focus of the fearmonger...

I just can't stop.

This week's workout winds down tomorrow and it looks like I'm going to limp into my REST day on Sunday. Ah, it's my left ankle this time...the last couple of 2 1/2 hour sessions had to be cut short by 5-10 minutes because of an aching ankle. I dealt with it from 40 minutes in which led to some novel training solutions. It's always something...

I just can't BE stopped.