Join the revolution.
We live in a brave new world, don’t we just though. The ground constantly shifting under our dancing feet. Like sands through the hourglass, these are the pronouns of our time. The World Surf League, ever bold, has not been daunted by the landscape, however, and has leaned full in to inclusion, challenging norms, being best. From various social media allying to dizzying greenwashing to slapping LGBTQ+ flags on jerseys, it has been at the forefront of enlightened sporting.
And it was in this spirit, this morning, that I decided to transition into a biathlete.
I had wanted to go on a run, you see, a three mile lap at 7:30ish a mile. That is not a fast speed, oh I know, but I am still in recovery after suffering a ballet injury in Copenhagen earlier this summer. In any case, I had wanted to go on a run and had surfed yesterday but the wife wanted to surf today too. There has been an almost fun run of swell, here, or almost fun compared to the weeks of flatness that I couldn’t surf anyway because of the aforementioned ballet injury.
After a brief moment’s thought, I agreed that we should surf so suited up and did. The water is chilly, even though it is midsummer southern Southern California so I wore a short-armed, in black. Wife a short-leg, long-arm, also in black. We paddled out the front, into a throng, and each managed to pick off a few runners.
I almost did a floater.
Afterwards, exhilarated, I still felt the urge to run and, World Surf League inspiring, did. I changed into my running shorts, slipped on my Nike Air Zoom Alphafly Next% and was off, headphones playing a mix of German house.
Officially a biathlete.
My mile times were slower than hoped for but my spirit was buoyed by doing the right thing.
Are you, too, inspired?
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Surely they are closet degenerates hiding within the facade of their suburban house and white picket fence while posting their real selves on BG
heart to soul
https://youtu.be/6njxFzC_1Zk
Its all good, I’m past the age of needing to worry what others think.
Some call it having just enough fuck you money, some call it midlife crisis and some don’t know what to call it.
I wish that were true for me. I used to surf every day there were waves (lived in socal for 25 years and although it usually wasn’t pumping, for an east coast Florida small wave scrapper, there was almost always something to ride). No amount of surfing, weed, getting on the tins as the Aussies say, sex, traveling and scoring epic waves (got back from Panama recently and scored off my nut and was so fucking blue when I got home, I put the belt around my neck but just can’t seem to finish the job that way. Of note, my 2nd wife with whom I have three kids left me 3 years ago and I just can’t seem to recover…every time I come back to “our forever home” esp after a trip, and see this big empty haunted edifice of a former home, I fucking lose it and it takes me hours to sob my way up the steps to the “beautiful family room with incredible views in every direction”. I’m fucking done and no amount of upping the dosage will make a bit of difference regardless of the substance and I’ve ingested em all. Sorry for the sad diatribe…I’m fucking shattered man and any day now will be my last.
play nice!
https://youtu.be/0i8bmI9LMmY
and securing the shore boat caca run from the mothership to grap that oz (or 3), which fits neatly into 2X wrapped zippers. enought to get the crew from Paradise Cove to Ensenada and back (while redoing the bottom paint and closing Hussongs for six weeks straight).
What a run…
killing time before racing the wifey back to the ironing board; ie ironboard race.
what german house though
Here at the Jersey Shore, you haven’t truly lived ’til you awake at 4:30 a.m. in early March, do the 3 -hour drive to ride an icy crowded over-priced mountain in New York state for 2 hours, do the 3-hour drive back home to fit in a sunset, waist-high slop icy water surf session up the block from your house…
substandard bi-athletics from sun-up to sun-down in the Northeast…
Well that is impressive but my biathlete exploits yesterday involved a brutal mtn bike of 13miles in 90+degree heat followed by sushi that evening…like Donna Summers, I will survive!
you for the win… I bow to that.
doheny, you weenie!
your roll?
Ya I know but it is close my kid’s house so we roll with it…
surf cam has it looking like waikiki…jetties, not so much rock n’ roll…
Lost in the Barrio
I walk like an Injun
So Carlo won’t suspect
Something’s wrong here
I dance in place
And paint my face
And act like I belong here
Throw back the little ones
And pan-fry the big ones
Use tact, poise and reason
And gently squeeze them
Yesterday looked like traffic on the 405…on the way to Mr Chow’s
freedom rider
Sounds like my junior cycling career in Central Park and Prospect Park.
Freezing cold mornings and then track practice in the afternoon.
The only good thing was driving the deserted streets of Manhattan.
Sometimes I run to the toilet.
ballet injury…
Thanks, man. I really do appreciate it. Trying to take steps to get there. Actually managed to convince myself to surf yesterday, so that’s a positive one.
See, prayers work!!
You all good KVF?
Yeah whats up?
Just been feeling worse than my lightly glum usual baseline, finding it harder and harder to do anything more than the bare minimum (bathroom, food and drink, sleep… even then, food). Been through it before, so should be fine, but still… I don’t know. Trying to force myself to get to do normal things I would (like commenting) to stop myself from actively focusing on not making anything better. New prescriptions would probably help, too.
Email me.
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Depression? My native language. Hanging on by a thread and embarrassed to say I’ve been stockpiling my meds for months. I’m fucking hurting so badly and have literally sobbed and bawled like a neglected infant every day for the past 3 years since my ex wife reached her breaking point and left w my 3 young kids. Forgive me for being assumptive and if I’m off the mark, disregard me and my dribble. If not, brother am I all too familiar with the black dog and I’m with you in the struggle.
I’m sorry, man. I’m probably not as deep into into it right now myself, but I’ve definitely been there before. I would say try to find a hobby, but with dozens of abandoned activities I’ve tried to force myself to get into, I know that probably won’t do the trick, especially when all you’re doing is then creating the association and almost tying the activity to the sadness/anger/negative desperation you are feeling, rather than being something positive (“I didn’t like doing that, it didn’t even help, I still feel like shit”). Been dealing with depression since I was a kid, with periods of more intense feelings of emptiness, panic, and all encompassing dread (caused by what, I have no idea), usually every few years or so. I am sure my case it’s mostly genetic, because when I try to look at things objectively, my life I would think would be categorized by others as being easy and borderline good, definitely not rough. You’d think that acknowledgement would make me feel a tiny bit better about things, but it doesn’t, because I then feel guilty for being ungrateful and still feeling like shit. I don’t know where exactly I’m going with all this, but, yeah, it’s shit and I wish I had solutions, for me and for you or others who are also struggling.
Hey man, sorry you’re going through it. Being human is a fucking mission and these days harder than ever perhaps.
I don’t have all the answers but I may have a solution, or at least a good kick in the right direction if you’re willing.
Do you drink alcohol?
If yes, stop it, it’s the worst thing ever.
Step two is to find yourself some mushrooms and take a good dose and let them show you the way.
Set, setting and intention is important. Ask the mushrooms for guidance, tell them what you want and why.
A bad trip is never a bad trip. You’re only going to face what you have denied, you have to surrender to it and once you let go then it should all fall into place…
If you’re too scared to face it head-on like that, then micro-dose them. Every day with a two day break once a week.
0.1-0.2g with 0.5g of Lions Mane. Add Niacin for the famous ‘Stamets Stack.
It’s a fucking miracle.
Battled with severe depression for my entire life up until I quit drinking and went deep on the shrooms. It’s a fucking miracle.
Everything is perfect, we are often just too clouded by our own hubris to see the way through it all.
Thank you. I am still searching for solutions and this seems as good as any. I’m naturally risk averse, which I probably need to break out of in certain instances. One of the problems I have is that no matter how OK I may be in the moment, there’s always this niggling worry/fear that it’s all going to turn to shit. Thinking rationally, I feel like I’m self-sabotaging any potential solution with that being my operational thought process, causing me to fall back into the loop, if that makes sense. Again, I don’t know where I’m going with what I’m writing and am probably overanalyzing things (fuck me for being able to talk myself out of shit that might work and back into poor processes that I know won’t), but something needs to change.
Yeah man I hear you. Letting go is hard. Nothing is certain, especially right now.
The way I try to look as life is that we are here to learn and to experience, this is a school for our soul and this current paradigm is the masters class. It’s a hard one.
I had near-death experience a few years back where I overdosed, stopped breathing, died and left my body and was essentially given a stern talking to by two ‘light beings’ (that’s the best way I can explain it – two glowing entities too bright to look at). They told me I could come with them now, but I would likely have to return to Earth for another go at it, as I hadn’t ‘completed my work’ – basically I would fail the test if I chose to dip out then and there.
They told me that my death would affect many people negatively and I was loved and cherished by many and they recommended strongly I went back in my body and carried on with it, but maybe reconsider my lifestyle choices and perhaps stay off the narcotics lol.
I chose life, and as hard as it may be at times, I don’t regret a minute of it!
Death isn’t the worst thing that can happen to us – not living our life to the fullest is a far worse fate.
Fuck if it all goes to shit so what? There’s nothing we can do, but to keep moving forward and to keep on learning, growing and loving ourselves and those around us.
Be kind, be patient and have empathy, but don’t forget to start with yourself!
Hey brother thank you so much for taking the time to respond to both Karl and I. I’m just now seeing this as I don’t have email notifications set up for Discus responses. I really appreciate the advice. Actually, growing up in Florida, we used to hit the cow fields quite often after the daily summer afternoon apocalyptic thunderstorm. The next morning (or sometimes at night so we wouldn’t get busted), we’d jump the barbed wire or some random field and fill garbage bags full. Can’t count how many times I’ve tripped on shrooms in Fla, Ca and Bali. Had one bad trip when I was in high school and we were only able to find like 7 or 8 one night. We were so used to having bags full that we didn’t think that little amount would be able to get all 5 of us tripping. So I mashed the shrooms up into a sort of mushie sauce, boiled let cool and drank it all myself. Fucking demonic hell for the next 7 hours. Didn’t help we were in my two friends’ (they were brothers) mom’s dump of a house. The trip started with me taking. a leak in their bathroom. It had this purple light (forget what those things are called but they were popular in the 90’s) and a Bart Simpson poster. I was checking out the poster and things were just beginning to take on that peculiar glow and vibration. I put my hand up to the poster and started tracing Bart’s outline and a big old Florida state bird (cockroach) came running out from behind it. That just straight set me off on a descent into the terror dome for the next what seemed like forever. Every time I closed my eyes I’d see these wild gyrating shapes and whenever I opened them, everything I looked at took on such horrific sinister connotations…it was a nightmare of epic proportions. That said and aside from that experience, I’ve had so many amazing, introspective, mind bending (in a good way) experiences, including one time when my friends and I snuck into Pageant of the Masters in Laguna Beach one summer frying our heads off…such an otherworldly experience. So yeah, maybe I need to give it a try again but in smaller doses. As far as alcohol goes, if it weren’t for drinking, I think I’d be dead long ago. It’s the only thing that numbs the pain although I have to admit that I start getting pretty angry at my ex when I’ve been on the tins all night. I should mention that I’ve tried so many anti depressants with absolutely no positive results at all. I’ve also had Ketamine infusions which in the moment, like shrooms, provided a head change for a bit but I ultimately end up back where I started and usually a little worse because I’ve felt lifted and hopeful for a time but “what goes up must come down” and “equal and opposite reactions” etc. Nothing like the comedown after wild nights on X, but still…a little fatigued sense of dread and hopelessness realizing that no good feeling lasts, and I’ve spent my whole life chasing them. In the end, I always end up with the black dog by my side, literally as I have a black lab who never leaves my side, and the dreaded black dog of depression always waits patiently for me to come down from whatever high takes me away from the darkness for a bit. Whatever high I experience, or whatever amount of escape I feel, the depression pays me back in spades when I come back down to earth. I’ll never be free, which is why I think I’m gonna get in one of the community canoes that sit fronting the sound that is a 5 minute walk away, and paddle myself to some peaceful spot far upstream from anyone or anything, and call it a career. I’m so fucking tired of crying and being heartbroken, nightmares, dark, intrusive thoughts, etc etc. I’m just a human and can only take so much pain…
So sorry for the stream of conscious nonsense. Thanks for listening man, and more importantly for caring. That means more to me than anything.
Hey man.
Sorry to hear you can’t seem to find any relief in anything and that you feel the only choice now is death.
It’s a hard one to hear, even though I don’t know you and ultimately your fate has no bearing on my life whatsoever, my heart isn’t so black as to have no compassion for those I may never meet.
What are your thoughts on life? Do you have any faith in something bigger than this mortal drudge, an inkling perhaps that we are all connected and part of a greater whole and there is purpose? Or do you think we are just pointless animals here to toil amongst the weeds until it is time to pass into the void?
There was a time when the latter seemed to me to be the depressing truth, but something deep inside me wouldn’t let the flood extinguish the light we all carry in our souls.
I don’t condone animal abuse but sometimes it’s ok to kick dogs, especially black labs that feed off your darkness.
Forgive. Whatever you’ve done, whatever guilt you carry, let it go. Forgive yourself first and foremost, then you may find the will to forgive others, let go, what’s done is done and living in the past is purgatory – heaven can only be found in the moment, and the moment is all that will ever be if you allow yourself the courage to find it and be still within it.
To be human is to suffer and to suffer is to be human, but it isn’t the only reason we are here.
Maybe instead of giving up your life alone in a quiet stream, you could give it to others that might have even less than you, but still haven’t lost the spark of life, find joy in the simple act of giving everything, even if you think you have nothing.
Volunteer, be of service to others that have it worse than you do and you might just learn a thing or two about happiness.
Aloha my brother, our time here is short enough as it is, may you find the strength to carry on and find peace and joy in the precious little time that we have down here on this crazy little planet.
✊🏼❤️
We’re here for you KVF (and Some Guy).
I’m not an animal mate fucken hell.
Harsh, but true!
In my young teens I was a bit of a championship runner.
Then surfing took over.
Later on I kept up my running on rare occasions, mainly if the cops were in pursuit.
Though these days I only do it if I need to close a gate before a naughty cow gets out.
So if ya get a bit faster ya can come over here and help if ya want…
I am getting cliff young vibes:
https://www.badassoftheweek…
Thanks for the tip off, great website!
Had a breathless 5min going through this one – makes Heat look like Mario Kart:
https://www.badassoftheweek…
All the ones with gurkhas are insane, and if you’re an aussie the ned kelly and albert jacka ones are great.
Its a good fun read definitely, but cannot help feel like a complete and total utter softie compared to these hardened nutjobs.
great post! will read it later…after I wear out the freight trains vid and/or after I get the cows back home.
In my young teens I was a championship runner.
Then I learned how to surf and smoke weed.
Well surely you’ve run away from a few momma cows during calving/banding season?
high school track try-outs: new Adidas, deerskin…spiked…started a 440 in the #6 lane…bang & we’re off…turns 1 thru 3 was leading…at 3-1/2 the legs wobbled, the brain couldn’t control, and slammed head first into the chalk. last place! the looks on the faces of the other competitors, all black kids…my face? see the captioned pic…a plastered white-face, girly even.
A gentleman never runs.
Real men sashay these days, just ask Lia and Sasha
blew the whoop right out of my main vein…
I’m a neutral athlete, I punch a durry while jumping off the point. Get a few extra puffs in the water too all going well.
smoking all the other fatties!
Running on (running on empty)
Running on (running blind)
Running on (running into the sun)
But I’m running behind…
And standing the test of time. Made me nostalgiac Stick man. Then slut bot Raquel brought me back to reality.
As I said, coming off injury.
like how you guys deflected into running and exercising…but for how long do we have to get groomed with alternative lifestyles that clearly aren’t our own. no more whoopies!
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I suspect the underlying goal is to push more of us to follow Sasha’s lead and come out as girls while committing to compete in WSL Longboard events. My training, oops transition begins tonight with a sesh at either Doheny or Newport Beach…beware the undertoad!
I outlived the Whoop propaganda phase of BG.
T shirt in that
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I love you more than you know.
The “eat shit” is a nice touch
Jihad one needs to be a legit sticker sold on BG.
These would make epic T-shirts, although the allahu akbar one might get you strip searched for explosives if you were anywhere near a federal institution. Funny (not really) how creativity and depression go hand in hand…and again (see below) if I’m being presumptuous please forgive me.
For me, in those times of low level, only slightly depressed periods I definitely am more productive, if only because I’m trying to keep busy to ward off the sense of impending doom that starts to develop around me in increasing intensity.
Hey bro, see my comment reply above to Karl.
There’s always hope.
No doubt as I stuck with my Garmin and yesterday’s effort put out stats with BPM’s ranging from 125 to 165 over 13 miles on the mtn bike. I may exceed that tonight if the rip currents are as frightening as predicted…which is similar to the massive waves expected at Lowers in September!
Oh and we suffered the make or break promotion.
Plus now we have to put up with 11 bs ads ( he dragged it out because, u know, it’s Kelly, couldn’t do it one show, needs shiny that star for all he can) for promotions for the Kelly shit series.
But we will survive, refuse to spend a cent on any this second rate shit and called them out as pathetic non stories telling wankers they are each step the way.
Elo is in tears reading this . Ziff is going too bail hearing the truth.
Fuck corporate surfing.
I’ll listen later with pete