JULES DELORME

Pandemic Training Diary Week 1 Day 2 I started day 2, Week 1 waking up late and in pain. I didn’t sleep well. Again. Bad nightmares. Or more accurately. Morning Mares. I’m on specific meds to help with my PTSD related nightmares. The help, but they wear off early in the morning and the nightmares kick in. I get a few hours’ sleep. More than I used to get. But early mornings are hell. At least with the Pandemic I don’t have any appointments and I can sleep in. It’s mostly drifting in and out, but better than nothing. The pain was bad, and it tempted me to take the day off, but I know as a trainer and from experience that movement is essential in dealing with pain. It gets the blood moving and the joints lubricated and it gives you something to focus on other than the pain. And once I got moving I felt a lot better. I started with a Dog Run(See my past post at: https://www.facebook.com/HITTScarborough for a description of this exercise). The first few were barely jogs, but once I

Pandemic Training Diary Day 1 So I started day 1 waking up late and in pain. I don’t sleep well, and when I do sleep, I have bad nightmares. The meds help, but not in the mornings when they’ve worn off. So I often sleep late. Or don’t so much sleep, as pull a Rene Descartes, lying in bed and just drifting and thinking before finally getting up. My first day will be a Full 36 Hour Fast. I use Fasting mostly as a form of ritual, something I learned from my Mohawk Grandmother. But now I’m also using it at the beginning of this phase as a way of disciplining myself and of cleaning out all the crap I’ve been eating all week. I started with a Dog Walk. This is an old Indian thing, that my Mohawk ancestors used to travel very long distances on foot. In fact it was often referred to as Indian Running. You alternate walking and jogging. It turns out to be a great way of challenging my metabolism, which will tend to slow down because I’m fasting. It also helps me build up to jogging, getti

Pandemic Training Diary With all the gyms closed it has been difficult for many people to come up with ways of staying in shape other than walking and running. At 58 years old I’ve been a gym rat for over 50 years. I started Martial Arts, Boxing and Wrestling when I was just 5, and soon after began lifting weights, mostly as a way of increasing my strength for competition in the three martial arts. At the peak of my fitness I was 205 lbs of solid functional muscle at 6’1”, though I found I felt faster and lighter competing at 180. 205, a solid heavyweight back then, made more money for me, but 180, middle weight back then, was where I felt at my best. I was a natural ectomorph, long limbs and ridiculous endurance, even as a heavyweight. Somewhere along the line I compressed my spine in the lumbar region trying to squat too heavy too soon, shattered both my kneecaps in a car accident, and damaged the spine again, this time in the neck while I was grappling. I’ve been a trainer pretty

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(A little something to entertain while we're stuck inside. A story that would be told around a fire late at night, when we begin to fear the darkness...) WARNING: Extremely graphic images and language. I am the last. I am the last person standing. The last person who the Wendigo has not taken yet.  Yet.  The white men did not believe in the Wendigo and so they could not see it. Even when the Wendigo had taken them, had filled them with the insatiable hunger for flesh, the white men did not believe in the Wendigo. I did not truly believe either. My white blood, the modern certain blood, did not hear the stories of the Elders, of the old people because it did not believe. But the blood of my ancestors, the ancient knowing of my tribe and of my clan. It believed. It believes. And because it believes I can almost see the Wendigo out of the corner of my eye. Just glimpses of that horned antlered head, the long razor sharp talons, the bones that extrude through the withere

By now you’ve heard all the precautions by those in the know and those with only the vaguest knowledge of what Covid 19 is, how it works, and how we should best avoid becoming a statistic. Social distance and cleaning our hands for at least 20 seconds. Avoiding large crowds. That’s what the experts tell us and it makes perfect sense. The point of government actions has been to flatten the curve, to prevent full scale spreading of the disease. It may not seem as deadly or as dangerous as the Black Plague, the Spanish Flu, or even Sars. But because it has a long dormancy period and ironically because it does not kill as many or as quickly enables it to spread much more subtly and for far longer than those other diseases. So we take precautions. And we should take those precautions seriously. The questions I’m getting as a trainer is whether or not we can still exercise. We can. Taking all those precautions that we’re supposed to take. If your gym is closed then you can go for walks, b

Chapter 15 goat (You can find the rest so far by going to:  https://www.facebook.com/delormewriting  and searching faller) i is follow the boy because i is like follow boy and man follow boy so i is follow man and is follow boy boy is run and run then is stop running man is no run he is walk i is pass man and then i is stop i is stop i is stop so i is can follow man so i is protect boy so i is stop i is stop and i is lets man walk past even though even though man is walk very slow i is can feel he no want hurt boy but i is protect boy anyway i is protect boy anyway i is hit man if he is hurt boy and i is protect boy i is not trust man any man any two leg except boy i is trust boy and i is like boy but no other two leg because two leg not even know that they is stupid stupid stupid two leg is think they smart and two leg is do bad thing to other two leg and to not two leg all time all time two leg is do bad thing not two leg is do bad thing too but two leg is do so much bad so