Well, that’s been a week, imma tell you what! I have no idea where to start. I can’t wait for rain, so I can go home and collect my mind! Haha my whole being is just on fire. I’m trying to train more mindfully now. My free time is limited to very little, so the reps I get in and what I aim to accomplish are as sound as I can get them at the moment. Always room to improve and grow. I’m trying to move for more flow. It’s something I feel that’s lacking. There are a few times in Da Mu Hsing where it’s not a complete stop, I don’t think, but it’s noticeable. Challenge accepted! My kicks I feel are coming along nicely. Daily, incremental progression. Feels good to get the old side heel thrust kick going again. I don’t have much time, so I must be efficient.
Honestly, I don’t have much to say. My training is consistent, my reps are there, I’m motivated to learn, I’m honestly really distracted though. Like, well, shucks! I’m honestly at a loss, and believe you me, it takes something huge to stump me! Ha. It’s cool. I’m mentally and physically engaged. This is what I’ve trained for. The numerous possibilities that this relationship could go. This relationship I’m shooting for is...it’s all I’ve wanted. It’s my little baby girl, but she’s no baby nor is she little anymore. Dang she’s 16 years old, omg wth my mind literally exploded...holy horse smiles, I’m vapour locked and just asking questions. I just want to get to know her. I can’t wait to hug her, and she says thats cool! I can’t wait. Been saving this hug for years and years friends. Oh boy oh boy. We gotta be slow and at her pace and I gotta consider my boys too. But, I need to be here now. Circumstances have shown me what’s what, and I gotta just be there, share my experience and hope. Like, I’m still dad....i just don’t know nothing right now, I’m still a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I know what I said when I was in her shoes grown up man. Okay Challenge accepted.
Every time I have something massive in my life happen, Silent River Kung Fu, is always there. I’m training. The last time I had numerous happenings in my life was when I was last training with SRKF and the IHC. Every single time. I wonder if that’s my lesson to learn....I’d say it is.
Thanks
Mr.Duncan
Sunday, 19 July 2020
Sunday, 12 July 2020
Hey yo
Well, 2020 eh!?! The year of curve balls and what is going on here? You know though, let’s be honest, it’s been a good year. Eye opening and full of lessons. Lessons I never knew that would come! Rewards though peeps! For me personally, it’s been full of achievements and milestones. Another 365 days of sobriety, I’ve reconnected to Kung Fu, my grounding source. My source of strength and power. I’ve got it back in my grasp and I’m trying to utilize it to the fullest extent.
My training has been pretty solid, minus my little vacation a few weeks ago. And, absolutely, my forms are not the best they can be. And no matter any outside circumstances, those results are me. Good. Own the failures and missed opportunities. Okay done that. Now move forward, man! Quit kicking my heels, and I honestly have been. This is not all that I can give. Oh no. I can do better, I just keeping making up excuses.
Like I don’t feel like training tonight. I just lugged around 100lbs of gear through a mud road that trucks can’t go through for 1.5km. One way! Hahaha. Oh man, my calves were on fire man. My sled had a square bottom, because it was a spill tray, not a sled. Every so often, you’d be making good time and then bam you’re stuck! And near faceplant in the mud! Hahaha. You can literally hear the hip being pulled out of place. Yes I said hear! Oh man, bring it on ahhh! You don’t scare me! I got dinner out of it! Bam! And I still did some forms and like one round, maybe of shadow boxing. Then, I was spent for the day.
But, yeah, I’m hitting forms and kicks hard again. I have too. My side heel thrust kick used to be one of my go to’s. It’s was very nice! Today’s kicks are decent, okay! Not where they should be. I want my kicks to be better. To be all that they can be! Ha. So, back to the grindstone. I’ve been practicing holding at the three point. Hold pause looks solid, move forth foot, and pause, pull back toes. That’s the ticket, and repeat. I enjoy doing these simple tasks. So simple, but, so rewarding. Maybe it is the little things in life?
So, how do I combat my excuses. Pushing through, obviously. I like to over complicate and over think and tear apart everything always. Like, it’s a bit of an over obsession sometimes. So, my best bet for now, is to stick to the basics. Stop getting fancy and just practice Kung fu. That’s what I need and want. So, that’s what I going to do. Just back to the basics. Quit talking and start walking...
Okay and you know, another curve ball another test for me. The universe is like, okay cool, you’re there hey Will! You’re doing great. Smiles big and talking positive. Okay dokay Will! Well buddy here’s a blast from the past for ya! I got a random out of the blue text from some one very, very important in my life. I’ve just never the chances to actually do my thing. I’ve asked and begged and shown my desire for just one more opportunity to help fix a completely destroyed and smashed into tiny bits of a relationship from the past. So far so good....we have been texting sun up to sundown. Going slow. Neither of us are overly sure of what to say to each other. We both ask for a clean slate and a shot at life with no one getting in our heads. Sure, no problem kiddo. I’d love one more opportunity to be there for you. I feel this may be that opportunity, but, with ease and patience.
This is what I have trained and meditated and reflected for. This single reason is why I didn’t pull the plug oh so long ago, to rebuild a relationship from the past. I always knew one day, I’d be able to be there. One day, I could say I love you. This, I feel, will be my greatest challenge since I’ve sobered up. I understand and see, I’m trying so hard, to look unbiased at this relationship and just simply believe in my higher power. Like I say, when I get out of the way, stop directing my life, and just believe, I can do amazing things...oh man, here we go. This is going to hurt, it’s going to be full of tears and frustrations. Always though, for the better. I do believe this will lead to a greater happiness than I’ve ever known, not just for myself, but for the other party involved. And, honestly that’s whats important here. Her joy and happiness, not mine alone.
Anyhow, Monday’s coming fast, so, have a great night folks.
Thanks for your time
Mr.Duncan
My training has been pretty solid, minus my little vacation a few weeks ago. And, absolutely, my forms are not the best they can be. And no matter any outside circumstances, those results are me. Good. Own the failures and missed opportunities. Okay done that. Now move forward, man! Quit kicking my heels, and I honestly have been. This is not all that I can give. Oh no. I can do better, I just keeping making up excuses.
Like I don’t feel like training tonight. I just lugged around 100lbs of gear through a mud road that trucks can’t go through for 1.5km. One way! Hahaha. Oh man, my calves were on fire man. My sled had a square bottom, because it was a spill tray, not a sled. Every so often, you’d be making good time and then bam you’re stuck! And near faceplant in the mud! Hahaha. You can literally hear the hip being pulled out of place. Yes I said hear! Oh man, bring it on ahhh! You don’t scare me! I got dinner out of it! Bam! And I still did some forms and like one round, maybe of shadow boxing. Then, I was spent for the day.
But, yeah, I’m hitting forms and kicks hard again. I have too. My side heel thrust kick used to be one of my go to’s. It’s was very nice! Today’s kicks are decent, okay! Not where they should be. I want my kicks to be better. To be all that they can be! Ha. So, back to the grindstone. I’ve been practicing holding at the three point. Hold pause looks solid, move forth foot, and pause, pull back toes. That’s the ticket, and repeat. I enjoy doing these simple tasks. So simple, but, so rewarding. Maybe it is the little things in life?
So, how do I combat my excuses. Pushing through, obviously. I like to over complicate and over think and tear apart everything always. Like, it’s a bit of an over obsession sometimes. So, my best bet for now, is to stick to the basics. Stop getting fancy and just practice Kung fu. That’s what I need and want. So, that’s what I going to do. Just back to the basics. Quit talking and start walking...
Okay and you know, another curve ball another test for me. The universe is like, okay cool, you’re there hey Will! You’re doing great. Smiles big and talking positive. Okay dokay Will! Well buddy here’s a blast from the past for ya! I got a random out of the blue text from some one very, very important in my life. I’ve just never the chances to actually do my thing. I’ve asked and begged and shown my desire for just one more opportunity to help fix a completely destroyed and smashed into tiny bits of a relationship from the past. So far so good....we have been texting sun up to sundown. Going slow. Neither of us are overly sure of what to say to each other. We both ask for a clean slate and a shot at life with no one getting in our heads. Sure, no problem kiddo. I’d love one more opportunity to be there for you. I feel this may be that opportunity, but, with ease and patience.
This is what I have trained and meditated and reflected for. This single reason is why I didn’t pull the plug oh so long ago, to rebuild a relationship from the past. I always knew one day, I’d be able to be there. One day, I could say I love you. This, I feel, will be my greatest challenge since I’ve sobered up. I understand and see, I’m trying so hard, to look unbiased at this relationship and just simply believe in my higher power. Like I say, when I get out of the way, stop directing my life, and just believe, I can do amazing things...oh man, here we go. This is going to hurt, it’s going to be full of tears and frustrations. Always though, for the better. I do believe this will lead to a greater happiness than I’ve ever known, not just for myself, but for the other party involved. And, honestly that’s whats important here. Her joy and happiness, not mine alone.
Anyhow, Monday’s coming fast, so, have a great night folks.
Thanks for your time
Mr.Duncan
Sunday, 5 July 2020
Come and gone
Well, hi there. As you may guess, I don’t have much to talk about, Kung fu wise. I spent the last week and a bit in my head. It’s not bad there. There’s a lot of different places I can go today, as I have stayed busy these few days at home. Yeah, I got to come home. Before this rain shut us down, I’d only been home for 25hrs since May 15ish. Ha. So, this last almost week at home is great.
Like I say I was in my head, lately. I just hit another major milestone in my life, for an extremely personal goal of mine. For as excited as I should have been to hit this milestone, I was kinda being a downer about it. Everyone who knows me, knows I have a heck of a life. Down in the dirt, slinging mud and eating poo pies. I used to be a very bad drunk and I earned the title alcoholic. In every and all senses of that word and whatever image may come to your mind, i probably fit that picture at one point or another in my past. You see, it was 2011, June 2, at around 430-5 am, I am not sure what exactly happened, but, I wanted to change at that exact point in time. We had just partied Canada day and I didn’t want the party to stop. I’ll try to keep this pgish! Partying like nothing matters. Having way too much of a good time. Earlier in the night some drug dealer tried to stab me and the guy I was with! That was wild, a couple of quick punches and fast dodges and we got out okay. Cops where close by, so we jumped in a taxi and peaced. Found more alcohol, found more drugs and proceeded to carry on. Got back to buddies place and blacked out again, I came too, sitting over this man, I came too just in time to stop the at least assault charges from happening....I let go, walked upstairs, put on my gear and started making phone calls. That image had stayed burned into me. The fear in that mans eyes, the places things where going to go......still shakes me when I think what was about to happen. That’s why I have a heck of a time getting aggressive and wanting to fight today. I know just how far I have been, please no further. Oh boy, do I not want to go there again. At that exact moment in time my higher power slapped me right in the face! With Everything I’ve done, every punch I threw, every ignorant word, every mean look, every cold hearted thing I have done. All in that mans eyes and face that morning on July 2, 2011. I started making phone calls. I had, had enough, of living like a degenerate. I had enough of literally wasting my life. My wife was pregnant with baby number two, Wyatt, and my three year old, Alex, was terrified of me, legit. I was scared of me too. I was a black out drunk, so whenever I woke up, there was always a feeling of regret, fear of what I did the night before. Did I get into a fight? Did I drink and drive? Did I just escape from the cops? Oh who did I hit? Why Will? Every time why?
I was given three options. Go to an insane asylum! Go to a treatment center! Go to A.A. I was told pick one or your fired. So I figured I picked the easier of the three options, I chose to go to A.A. these people, they “loved” me from the second I walked in. 145ish lbs. yellow years, pale skin, smelt like death and I moved like it. How could you love me? I always thought. I shook so terribly those first few sober days, the coffee would literally jump outta my cup. The language I knew, was barbaric and incoherent. “How is your day sir?” I usually, just nodded and said fine thanks. My mind as so littered with confusion and hatred. How did I get here? How did I let myself go so far? Oh my god, why are these f’n people talking to me? Get out of my space!! Get away from me! How can that person tell so much of my story? He doesn’t know me!
They never left me alone. Being alone was my problem, they wanted to see me succeed. So no one, not one person would accept failure from me. If you’re gonna drink Will, you had better call me first! Many nights I would spend staring into the stars, just trying so hard to not drink. Trying so hard to fight that demon. These people, they promised me. They bloody well PROMSIED me, that I could have a new life. I could be what I want to be. I could get and stay sober. I could earn the respect of my family again. I could be a progressive part of society. I will loose the desire to drink!!. I just had to do the work. I laughed in their face, promise? Promises are what you tell children so the finish their chores, don’t lie to me. They said you’ll see....
A few weeks later, after many shared tears and shouting matches with the walls, I honestly felt the desire to drink just leave me. The higher power I was praying too, that being, really came through. Pulled me a solid, id say. I asked and begged and cried myself to sleep, and I woke up one day, not
wanting to drink, the shakes, the confusion the hatred, all was being lifted up and out of me. I no
longer felt like my cousins suicide was my fault. I decided to get drunk, instead of calling my cousin that night..........like I really, really wanted to. That moment was another fine example of my character, back in the day. I finally accepted and admited my faults to another. Asked for forgiveness and I made a promise to my higher power, that I’ll stay away from the booze, I’ll keep trudging the trenches, I’ll keep being better every day, even it’s just half of a percent.
I’ve kept that promise. I’m not exactly sure when, but after a few years of literal A.A. life support, I was able to stay out into the “real world”. In the sense I never did go to a treatment center of any sorts, except, to go speak at one, when I was like just over a year sober. I learnt so much in that group. I was given a free second chance at life. These people loved me show up, I learnt what emotions were. How anger isn’t always the best idea. Haha. I learnt to respect myself and my soul. I learnt there’s so much more to life than how many bottles of beer can you drink in a sitting. There’s so much out there.
I had this hole still in my soul. It felt like that feeling I used to get before I’d But, in any event, I came across SRKF in a small little gym with my kid some other kids and a couple of smiling black belts. That empty feeling, it went away,, when I sat and watched in the beginning. I joined a few weeks later. The empty hole I felt. Going going gone! That missing link if you may, it was there. I finally, after trying so hard for so long, I finally felt complete-ish. I knew right from the moment I first slipped on my gi, this was what I needed to finally become whom I’m supposed to be.
I want to say that was sevenths years ago. That moment when things started to click for me. When I started to define my purpose on this planet. When I finally started to carve my own path. Kung fu started to give me more confidence and self esteem, like I’d never really had before. It’s takes for more of a person to show restraint and use words than as opposed to breaking someone’s nose. I could never find success with martial arts while I drank, I always found ways to use what I learnt in the streets. But, here was different. SRKF was different. I wanted to learn how to seek and destroy, and I was taught balance and harmony. I wanted to learn how to snap and cripple, but I learnt calm and patience. I guess I am learning what I need to learn. Take me out of the equation, and boy, can I fly. When I’m not running the show, I can do amazing things with my mind and body.
It’s kinda funny, how some of my major moments in Kung fu that will always stick with me happen or around July 2. Honestly, I’ve blogged about them. Ha. It’s nice having moments written down. It’s a great tool we have. This year. I celebrated quietly. Very quietly, upstairs, where it all began. Sure, I’ve had some ups and downs. I’ve been like a dog chasing squirrels. But I’ve always been watching and learning. I’ve been quiet lately, because I’ve been reflecting. Just about everything. Where I was to where I am. Where I’m going, what’s happening. I’ve come to the conclusion. This is an amazing ride. I’ve been blessed more ways than one, and continue to be blessed.
Oh, those promises I talked about?! Every single one of them have come true. I have this amazing gift with so many amazing people, it’s kinda overwhelming at times. I get to see my family, they love me! I have all these friends, they are really cool! Nobodies trying to actually stab me, that’s a huge bonus. When you find friends that won’t actually stab you, you stick with them. No high speed chases. No wilding out and getting violent. Man! That in itself is a promise come true! Hahaha.
So, I guess what I’m trying to say, is happy belated July 2, it’s personally, it’s my favorite day of the year! And, well, thanks for hanging in there and reading that rambling!
Talk to you soon
Mr.Duncan
Like I say I was in my head, lately. I just hit another major milestone in my life, for an extremely personal goal of mine. For as excited as I should have been to hit this milestone, I was kinda being a downer about it. Everyone who knows me, knows I have a heck of a life. Down in the dirt, slinging mud and eating poo pies. I used to be a very bad drunk and I earned the title alcoholic. In every and all senses of that word and whatever image may come to your mind, i probably fit that picture at one point or another in my past. You see, it was 2011, June 2, at around 430-5 am, I am not sure what exactly happened, but, I wanted to change at that exact point in time. We had just partied Canada day and I didn’t want the party to stop. I’ll try to keep this pgish! Partying like nothing matters. Having way too much of a good time. Earlier in the night some drug dealer tried to stab me and the guy I was with! That was wild, a couple of quick punches and fast dodges and we got out okay. Cops where close by, so we jumped in a taxi and peaced. Found more alcohol, found more drugs and proceeded to carry on. Got back to buddies place and blacked out again, I came too, sitting over this man, I came too just in time to stop the at least assault charges from happening....I let go, walked upstairs, put on my gear and started making phone calls. That image had stayed burned into me. The fear in that mans eyes, the places things where going to go......still shakes me when I think what was about to happen. That’s why I have a heck of a time getting aggressive and wanting to fight today. I know just how far I have been, please no further. Oh boy, do I not want to go there again. At that exact moment in time my higher power slapped me right in the face! With Everything I’ve done, every punch I threw, every ignorant word, every mean look, every cold hearted thing I have done. All in that mans eyes and face that morning on July 2, 2011. I started making phone calls. I had, had enough, of living like a degenerate. I had enough of literally wasting my life. My wife was pregnant with baby number two, Wyatt, and my three year old, Alex, was terrified of me, legit. I was scared of me too. I was a black out drunk, so whenever I woke up, there was always a feeling of regret, fear of what I did the night before. Did I get into a fight? Did I drink and drive? Did I just escape from the cops? Oh who did I hit? Why Will? Every time why?
I was given three options. Go to an insane asylum! Go to a treatment center! Go to A.A. I was told pick one or your fired. So I figured I picked the easier of the three options, I chose to go to A.A. these people, they “loved” me from the second I walked in. 145ish lbs. yellow years, pale skin, smelt like death and I moved like it. How could you love me? I always thought. I shook so terribly those first few sober days, the coffee would literally jump outta my cup. The language I knew, was barbaric and incoherent. “How is your day sir?” I usually, just nodded and said fine thanks. My mind as so littered with confusion and hatred. How did I get here? How did I let myself go so far? Oh my god, why are these f’n people talking to me? Get out of my space!! Get away from me! How can that person tell so much of my story? He doesn’t know me!
They never left me alone. Being alone was my problem, they wanted to see me succeed. So no one, not one person would accept failure from me. If you’re gonna drink Will, you had better call me first! Many nights I would spend staring into the stars, just trying so hard to not drink. Trying so hard to fight that demon. These people, they promised me. They bloody well PROMSIED me, that I could have a new life. I could be what I want to be. I could get and stay sober. I could earn the respect of my family again. I could be a progressive part of society. I will loose the desire to drink!!. I just had to do the work. I laughed in their face, promise? Promises are what you tell children so the finish their chores, don’t lie to me. They said you’ll see....
A few weeks later, after many shared tears and shouting matches with the walls, I honestly felt the desire to drink just leave me. The higher power I was praying too, that being, really came through. Pulled me a solid, id say. I asked and begged and cried myself to sleep, and I woke up one day, not
wanting to drink, the shakes, the confusion the hatred, all was being lifted up and out of me. I no
longer felt like my cousins suicide was my fault. I decided to get drunk, instead of calling my cousin that night..........like I really, really wanted to. That moment was another fine example of my character, back in the day. I finally accepted and admited my faults to another. Asked for forgiveness and I made a promise to my higher power, that I’ll stay away from the booze, I’ll keep trudging the trenches, I’ll keep being better every day, even it’s just half of a percent.
I’ve kept that promise. I’m not exactly sure when, but after a few years of literal A.A. life support, I was able to stay out into the “real world”. In the sense I never did go to a treatment center of any sorts, except, to go speak at one, when I was like just over a year sober. I learnt so much in that group. I was given a free second chance at life. These people loved me show up, I learnt what emotions were. How anger isn’t always the best idea. Haha. I learnt to respect myself and my soul. I learnt there’s so much more to life than how many bottles of beer can you drink in a sitting. There’s so much out there.
I had this hole still in my soul. It felt like that feeling I used to get before I’d But, in any event, I came across SRKF in a small little gym with my kid some other kids and a couple of smiling black belts. That empty feeling, it went away,, when I sat and watched in the beginning. I joined a few weeks later. The empty hole I felt. Going going gone! That missing link if you may, it was there. I finally, after trying so hard for so long, I finally felt complete-ish. I knew right from the moment I first slipped on my gi, this was what I needed to finally become whom I’m supposed to be.
I want to say that was sevenths years ago. That moment when things started to click for me. When I started to define my purpose on this planet. When I finally started to carve my own path. Kung fu started to give me more confidence and self esteem, like I’d never really had before. It’s takes for more of a person to show restraint and use words than as opposed to breaking someone’s nose. I could never find success with martial arts while I drank, I always found ways to use what I learnt in the streets. But, here was different. SRKF was different. I wanted to learn how to seek and destroy, and I was taught balance and harmony. I wanted to learn how to snap and cripple, but I learnt calm and patience. I guess I am learning what I need to learn. Take me out of the equation, and boy, can I fly. When I’m not running the show, I can do amazing things with my mind and body.
It’s kinda funny, how some of my major moments in Kung fu that will always stick with me happen or around July 2. Honestly, I’ve blogged about them. Ha. It’s nice having moments written down. It’s a great tool we have. This year. I celebrated quietly. Very quietly, upstairs, where it all began. Sure, I’ve had some ups and downs. I’ve been like a dog chasing squirrels. But I’ve always been watching and learning. I’ve been quiet lately, because I’ve been reflecting. Just about everything. Where I was to where I am. Where I’m going, what’s happening. I’ve come to the conclusion. This is an amazing ride. I’ve been blessed more ways than one, and continue to be blessed.
Oh, those promises I talked about?! Every single one of them have come true. I have this amazing gift with so many amazing people, it’s kinda overwhelming at times. I get to see my family, they love me! I have all these friends, they are really cool! Nobodies trying to actually stab me, that’s a huge bonus. When you find friends that won’t actually stab you, you stick with them. No high speed chases. No wilding out and getting violent. Man! That in itself is a promise come true! Hahaha.
So, I guess what I’m trying to say, is happy belated July 2, it’s personally, it’s my favorite day of the year! And, well, thanks for hanging in there and reading that rambling!
Talk to you soon
Mr.Duncan
Sunday, 21 June 2020
Whamo! Another great one!
Well, it’s sunday again. Father’s Day. Yes, Happy Father’s Day indeed! I just got off the FaceTime with them boys of mine! It was a great little chat. It sounds like they have had a real good few days, so that’s nice! Works good, I’m back on the coating crew, no longer stringing pipe....I’m kinda “ahh shucks” about it. I wish I could have finished the job is all. But, alas, off to coating I go. It’s why I was hired, and I’m flat out all day! It’s funny the stringing crew passed us as we were at some tie ins. I was done my gig and just kinda not doing much. They are working like mules. They are hollaring at me come on you lazy dog..And so to my boss, I say, Hey mom, can I go play? Shes laughing yeah hurry up it looks like your late! Boom run over help the boys unload some pipe in the stockpile, get the truck ready again, and mom calls me back...well...we all have a laugh and carry on in our days. It’s good. Build the crews how I can! Even if it’s just a good laugh!
Any which way meow, I have been just fascinated with the first few moves of Da Mu Hsing, these last few days. I mean all of it’s cool, I’ll get to all of it soon enough, but, dang, I’m liking this flow I’m getting. It’s really kinda calming and soothing. Ahaha, you old form you, I feel ya! Oh I feel ya! This I just great. I’m working on getting that second hand floating and moving with my action hand, if you may. Ha. There’s been a few time s when my fist is like, I know move, but do what man? Ha. But it’s been fun, and it really as been. We were told to think of larger circles, to help with getting things moving. I’ve been making progress, but, man I’m stubborn, and just won’t move my hand. It’s glued. So, I’ve been giving that stationary hand the “eye” when in form and it’s slowy getting it. Well, something else to work on. No problem, just add it too the bottom as I strike off the ones on top.
And then, I was scrolling through my social media on Friday and this post comes up. A CWE add with Vampiro’s picture on it, with Shane Douglas! I’m like whoa, Vampiro is touring again! Sweet! I look closer, and I’ll be, its an ad for Edmonton! I’m going now! What’s the date? Further investigation leads me to understand its happening Oct 24, 2020....well, I’ll be a...holy happy horse faces. That’s my birthday! I’m literally floored....I read this ad again. Yeah I’m not confused. Vampiro is going to come to Edmonton! This is just great! I’m texting my missus, you best be getting me a fricken ticket or four there baby! Man! Seriously! 125 more sleeps. Happy dance with me.
This man Vampiro, man I just think so highly of him. Dudes, quite honestly, Vampiro, helped change the wrestling game, in North America. He brought this gimmick of punk rock vampires and kicking teeth in. He’s 6’4” and moved like the luchadors from Mexico, and people where floored. It was new and fresh. It was a punch in the face. It was graveyard matches and throwing Sting off of the Titantron! He brought the misfits to WCW and managment somehow thought the lead singer should wrestle for a title....against Dr.Death.....that happened! It was a proper beat down! Everyone knew what was coming, even us fans, where like, thats a bad idea! As soon as Vampiro hit the North American market, there was ripoff vampire groups everywhere, but only one lasted...His passion to his craft was inspiring. He’s kind of some of the old Gaurd, where they held their character, no matte where they where or what they where doing. Wrestling in Mexico, is just as big as football! So, you always where in character, and for the most part it’s still like that! I’ve never been there to experience it, one day I will hopefully!
Anyways, tomorrow is coming fast and I’m pretty sure you’d rather not get a history lesson in Lucha Libre.
And so Goodnight
Mr.Duncan
Any which way meow, I have been just fascinated with the first few moves of Da Mu Hsing, these last few days. I mean all of it’s cool, I’ll get to all of it soon enough, but, dang, I’m liking this flow I’m getting. It’s really kinda calming and soothing. Ahaha, you old form you, I feel ya! Oh I feel ya! This I just great. I’m working on getting that second hand floating and moving with my action hand, if you may. Ha. There’s been a few time s when my fist is like, I know move, but do what man? Ha. But it’s been fun, and it really as been. We were told to think of larger circles, to help with getting things moving. I’ve been making progress, but, man I’m stubborn, and just won’t move my hand. It’s glued. So, I’ve been giving that stationary hand the “eye” when in form and it’s slowy getting it. Well, something else to work on. No problem, just add it too the bottom as I strike off the ones on top.
And then, I was scrolling through my social media on Friday and this post comes up. A CWE add with Vampiro’s picture on it, with Shane Douglas! I’m like whoa, Vampiro is touring again! Sweet! I look closer, and I’ll be, its an ad for Edmonton! I’m going now! What’s the date? Further investigation leads me to understand its happening Oct 24, 2020....well, I’ll be a...holy happy horse faces. That’s my birthday! I’m literally floored....I read this ad again. Yeah I’m not confused. Vampiro is going to come to Edmonton! This is just great! I’m texting my missus, you best be getting me a fricken ticket or four there baby! Man! Seriously! 125 more sleeps. Happy dance with me.
This man Vampiro, man I just think so highly of him. Dudes, quite honestly, Vampiro, helped change the wrestling game, in North America. He brought this gimmick of punk rock vampires and kicking teeth in. He’s 6’4” and moved like the luchadors from Mexico, and people where floored. It was new and fresh. It was a punch in the face. It was graveyard matches and throwing Sting off of the Titantron! He brought the misfits to WCW and managment somehow thought the lead singer should wrestle for a title....against Dr.Death.....that happened! It was a proper beat down! Everyone knew what was coming, even us fans, where like, thats a bad idea! As soon as Vampiro hit the North American market, there was ripoff vampire groups everywhere, but only one lasted...His passion to his craft was inspiring. He’s kind of some of the old Gaurd, where they held their character, no matte where they where or what they where doing. Wrestling in Mexico, is just as big as football! So, you always where in character, and for the most part it’s still like that! I’ve never been there to experience it, one day I will hopefully!
Anyways, tomorrow is coming fast and I’m pretty sure you’d rather not get a history lesson in Lucha Libre.
And so Goodnight
Mr.Duncan
Sunday, 14 June 2020
running in the mud
Oh, how wonderful of you to stop by. Well, then, what has been going on? Me? Oh well, ive been flat out these last few days at work. I got thrown on the stringing crew. What’s that? Well, in a moment you’ll kinda know what’s going on. It’s one of those things that until you see it for yourself, it just seems a little insane. Okay. So picture this. Here’s a semi loaded with 4-5 levels of 3” all around 19m in length. That’s approximately 2-3km worth of pipe. No big deal. So, one fella works on top of the truck throwing pipe onto a set of rollers we boom to the side of the trailer. Bang, pipe hits the rollers. Two guys grab the pipe off the last roller basically stand on it until it rolls off the rollers and a we set one end on skids to keep out the mud and the other sits up on a pipe tub. Seems easy enough right? Yeah, now, add in the truck stays moving in at least second gear, sometimes third, depending on the boss’s mood, the entire time. I was responsible for setting skids and sorting tubes. So, honestly I was in a heavy jog for the last three days at work. All day....all #$@& day. Honestly, I loved it. Big smile on my face all day. We are covered head to toe in dirt and heavy sweat stains. Just dripping from 730-whenever we cut our last truck loose. These last few days have been solid 14hrs days. Mmm mmm mmm, bring it on boys let’s go, this ain’t for kids or the weak of heart. Morning break? Sure right after this truck. I know it’s 230 in the afternoon and that truck is gone, oh look here comes another. So your sandwich? Eat it while your backing up the truck and smash some water into you because, well, whooo we are flying again. Oh you brought granola bars, you best be sharing if you have some in your pocket, because that’s just what we do. I literally offered half my sandwich to my partner. “Here homie, eat this”. “Oh no man, that’s yours!” “Yeah I don’t care your lunch is like nowhere here, so eat this.”
Yeah it was a disgusting amount of work and I loved it. The clothes are stuck to you, you don’t want to turn on the ac because that’s too much of a shock to the system, you don’t want to drink too cold of water, that will get you sick and you can’t eat too much, because, well, you’ll puke it up....hahaha. Yup I did that. “Atta boy Wild Willy, now your a pipeliner!!!! Hurry up and finish puking man, we got this truck to unload, and we ain’t stopping for you!” Yes, I have a nickname of wild Willy. I get called other things too, but.....I love my job. I really do. Stupid rain day today.
Anyhow, Kung fu has not been as prevalent as it has been, but, I’m still making progress. Instead of just getting off shift, smashing a days worth of food in ten minutes and passing out, I forced myself to eat two smaller meals at night. One was a healthy supper, do some training push some weights around and have a second much smaller snack to fuel the body to recovery and repair through the night. Let things settle and than bed time. No, it’s not the healthiest, but, I believe I’m doing great with what I have to work with. Not eating garbage, just eating. Thank goodness I spent some time doing meal prep! Bam! Winning!
Oh, good gracious team, I didn’t want to train. Oh I wanted to just go to bed and sleep, but, how am I going to progress sleeping? How am I going to get better laying in bed being sore? I’m not simply put, therefore, I best find some energy and pump out some reps and do some stance work. My feet have been killing me, but, that doesn’t matter, I’ll do some calf-raises. My back is sore from throwing pipe around, well, better do some more sit-ups. I’m obviously not strong enough there. Shoulders are sore from military pressing pipe? Oh, sugar, how about some push ups to strengthen those muscles some more. Legs sore, uhhhh, stances dude. I had so many legit excuses, to not train. But, I’d of just let myself down. I would have felt terrible the next morning, knowing I wasted many opportunities to progress in my Kung fu. What kind of a leader would I be if I just let some being sore and tired stop me from training? Weak! Weak, man, get ‘er into ya!!!! Insert Wild Willy! Hahaha.
Well goodness. And here we are. Right here. I believe just one more thing to talk about and I’ll let you go. Right, the Kung fu karaoke. I have finished putting the lyrics together, as I only had the first two verses put together. So, since Mrs.Bjorkuist asked for the song, I’ll put it together no problem. It’s gonna be a little bit yet, but, we have a day off today due to rain. So, I have a great chance to play catch up today and just train! I have tried to post my video of the first two verses, but, for some reason, I can’t post a video on this network thing, so, whatever. I’ll try to post it to YouTube and send the link that way. If not, well, I don’t know than! I will state, I can not sing, nor can I keep a tune....
Anyhow friendos, I’m going to actually eat some breakfast and get into some training!!
I hope your week is a great as mines going to be.
Thanks for your time
Mr.Duncan
Yeah it was a disgusting amount of work and I loved it. The clothes are stuck to you, you don’t want to turn on the ac because that’s too much of a shock to the system, you don’t want to drink too cold of water, that will get you sick and you can’t eat too much, because, well, you’ll puke it up....hahaha. Yup I did that. “Atta boy Wild Willy, now your a pipeliner!!!! Hurry up and finish puking man, we got this truck to unload, and we ain’t stopping for you!” Yes, I have a nickname of wild Willy. I get called other things too, but.....I love my job. I really do. Stupid rain day today.
Anyhow, Kung fu has not been as prevalent as it has been, but, I’m still making progress. Instead of just getting off shift, smashing a days worth of food in ten minutes and passing out, I forced myself to eat two smaller meals at night. One was a healthy supper, do some training push some weights around and have a second much smaller snack to fuel the body to recovery and repair through the night. Let things settle and than bed time. No, it’s not the healthiest, but, I believe I’m doing great with what I have to work with. Not eating garbage, just eating. Thank goodness I spent some time doing meal prep! Bam! Winning!
Oh, good gracious team, I didn’t want to train. Oh I wanted to just go to bed and sleep, but, how am I going to progress sleeping? How am I going to get better laying in bed being sore? I’m not simply put, therefore, I best find some energy and pump out some reps and do some stance work. My feet have been killing me, but, that doesn’t matter, I’ll do some calf-raises. My back is sore from throwing pipe around, well, better do some more sit-ups. I’m obviously not strong enough there. Shoulders are sore from military pressing pipe? Oh, sugar, how about some push ups to strengthen those muscles some more. Legs sore, uhhhh, stances dude. I had so many legit excuses, to not train. But, I’d of just let myself down. I would have felt terrible the next morning, knowing I wasted many opportunities to progress in my Kung fu. What kind of a leader would I be if I just let some being sore and tired stop me from training? Weak! Weak, man, get ‘er into ya!!!! Insert Wild Willy! Hahaha.
Well goodness. And here we are. Right here. I believe just one more thing to talk about and I’ll let you go. Right, the Kung fu karaoke. I have finished putting the lyrics together, as I only had the first two verses put together. So, since Mrs.Bjorkuist asked for the song, I’ll put it together no problem. It’s gonna be a little bit yet, but, we have a day off today due to rain. So, I have a great chance to play catch up today and just train! I have tried to post my video of the first two verses, but, for some reason, I can’t post a video on this network thing, so, whatever. I’ll try to post it to YouTube and send the link that way. If not, well, I don’t know than! I will state, I can not sing, nor can I keep a tune....
Anyhow friendos, I’m going to actually eat some breakfast and get into some training!!
I hope your week is a great as mines going to be.
Thanks for your time
Mr.Duncan
Tuesday, 9 June 2020
Can you see it?
Howdy ho there! What’s going on? Well, things are not bad here. So, I got the trucks parked and ready to go for Tuesday on Saturday. We are ready. They give us time off. But, it’s day to day, so stay close. In other words I don’t want to travel back home in case I get the call to go back to work. So I figured okay it’s only a two days. Yeah I’ll jsut stay put. I’ll get the apartment ready to go, I’ll get some dinners pre cooked and froze and blah blah blah. Here I am ready to go and we are still sitting idle! I should have just gone home, stupid bosses and stupid listening to bosses! I’m kidding. I am! I’m a little mad at the situation and I’m just kinda brewed in place yesterday. Anyhow. No bad days, jus bad moments.....it wasn’t the WHOLE day. Just kinda most moments through the day.....hahaha ahhhh. Okay it was a bad day
Anyhow, I have been keeping up for the most part. I figured a nice idle down and some recovery time would be good, but getting that full back upswing is kinda tough, even after only a few days off. Pushed hard for the tourney and was ready to go, but work. So, I’ll just keep training for the next one, I do suppose. In all honesty, not being able to attend was a kick to the groin, and maybe I should have argued my point a little more, but, like I said, that moment did help establish me in the company. So, pros and cons, I guess. Now that I think about it, it would have been a powerful day either path I took, just different results.
So, yeah, Da Mu Hsing is coming great. I’m finding the transitions are getting cleaner, and I’m not thinking so much as I am doing. I believe it really helped practicing for the Kung fu karaoke. I almost had the form and song ending on the same spots. Only a few seconds of idle time, but, when I recorded it, for Sifu, I sang too fast and it turned out terrible! Hahaha. But, like I said, singing and practicing at the same time was a heck of a challenge. So, when I was doing just Da Mu Hsing, one it was hard not to start singing and two, it was way easier to not be thinking of lyrics and movements at the same time. Therefore, now, that I’m not doing the sing8ng anymore, Da Mu Hsing, way cleaner. It’s like polishing this turd and you know, it’s a decent looking turd now. It’s a “smooth
turd”! Ha!
Sorry, I was just getting my stew off the stove! Mmmm! In other news, while training for the tourney, I was working the stick obviously, and man, I had some good times. I really think training in this little apartment has put my awareness on high alert. I’ve already poked one hole in the roof and a few scuffs, but knock on my skull, I’m getting this tight spot figured out. Man, I worried about pooping lights, so my movements are slow and steady. But, for the tourney, I wanted to rock it out. So, I’d
been pushing for speed and flow. I felt the motions and such where nice enough to amp up the speed factor. I really had some great success there. Getting that humming noise going again. Love it. Just the constant hum of the stick through the air s very satisfying for myself. I love just closing my eyes swinging the stick and just listening to where it’s taking my body. And from there, I can listen to my stick sing a song! It can be a nice soft song, or it can be a song of heavy metal! Depends on my mood!! Weird! Either way, this has been a very successful few weeks in gp.
So, from here, I don’t know. Just kicking this half assed attempt at being lazy right in the face. My fist.... my attitudes face....right in the face...If I see you before you see me...right in the face...I’ve been listening to a lot of old school Limp Bizkit lately. Like a lot, so, that might explain my aggressiveness. And the fact that I wanna Break Stuff!
Finally-ish, here’s this. My strikes I’ve been working so hard on I wrote them into my little journal dated them and closed the book for a few days. Yesterday, I hopes of cooling down, I looked at my book, just kinda in general. I realized about myself from looking at my book, is darn am I ever a scatter brain! Like, yowie wowie, I’m writing a poem on this page, and the next one, I’ve got some breaking of the limbs sketched out. And then like 70 empty pages with a note here or there and than here’s some song lyrics. And put this on repeatish for the whole book. Or is it as sporadic as I think? I’m very much like this. I need to see, hear and then I need room to explain to myself. I need pictures whether it be actions or a book and I need to hear. Odd right?
Where am I driving this bus you’re screaming at this point? Depends on your Perspective, I suppose....
Mr.Duncan
Anyhow, I have been keeping up for the most part. I figured a nice idle down and some recovery time would be good, but getting that full back upswing is kinda tough, even after only a few days off. Pushed hard for the tourney and was ready to go, but work. So, I’ll just keep training for the next one, I do suppose. In all honesty, not being able to attend was a kick to the groin, and maybe I should have argued my point a little more, but, like I said, that moment did help establish me in the company. So, pros and cons, I guess. Now that I think about it, it would have been a powerful day either path I took, just different results.
So, yeah, Da Mu Hsing is coming great. I’m finding the transitions are getting cleaner, and I’m not thinking so much as I am doing. I believe it really helped practicing for the Kung fu karaoke. I almost had the form and song ending on the same spots. Only a few seconds of idle time, but, when I recorded it, for Sifu, I sang too fast and it turned out terrible! Hahaha. But, like I said, singing and practicing at the same time was a heck of a challenge. So, when I was doing just Da Mu Hsing, one it was hard not to start singing and two, it was way easier to not be thinking of lyrics and movements at the same time. Therefore, now, that I’m not doing the sing8ng anymore, Da Mu Hsing, way cleaner. It’s like polishing this turd and you know, it’s a decent looking turd now. It’s a “smooth
turd”! Ha!
Sorry, I was just getting my stew off the stove! Mmmm! In other news, while training for the tourney, I was working the stick obviously, and man, I had some good times. I really think training in this little apartment has put my awareness on high alert. I’ve already poked one hole in the roof and a few scuffs, but knock on my skull, I’m getting this tight spot figured out. Man, I worried about pooping lights, so my movements are slow and steady. But, for the tourney, I wanted to rock it out. So, I’d
been pushing for speed and flow. I felt the motions and such where nice enough to amp up the speed factor. I really had some great success there. Getting that humming noise going again. Love it. Just the constant hum of the stick through the air s very satisfying for myself. I love just closing my eyes swinging the stick and just listening to where it’s taking my body. And from there, I can listen to my stick sing a song! It can be a nice soft song, or it can be a song of heavy metal! Depends on my mood!! Weird! Either way, this has been a very successful few weeks in gp.
So, from here, I don’t know. Just kicking this half assed attempt at being lazy right in the face. My fist.... my attitudes face....right in the face...If I see you before you see me...right in the face...I’ve been listening to a lot of old school Limp Bizkit lately. Like a lot, so, that might explain my aggressiveness. And the fact that I wanna Break Stuff!
Finally-ish, here’s this. My strikes I’ve been working so hard on I wrote them into my little journal dated them and closed the book for a few days. Yesterday, I hopes of cooling down, I looked at my book, just kinda in general. I realized about myself from looking at my book, is darn am I ever a scatter brain! Like, yowie wowie, I’m writing a poem on this page, and the next one, I’ve got some breaking of the limbs sketched out. And then like 70 empty pages with a note here or there and than here’s some song lyrics. And put this on repeatish for the whole book. Or is it as sporadic as I think? I’m very much like this. I need to see, hear and then I need room to explain to myself. I need pictures whether it be actions or a book and I need to hear. Odd right?
Where am I driving this bus you’re screaming at this point? Depends on your Perspective, I suppose....
Mr.Duncan
Sunday, 31 May 2020
A solid foundation
Holy moly it’s you again!?! Yeah it’s sunday, sunday, sunday! Oh boy it’s been great so far. My workouts and training is coming together here. I don’t know why it seems to be so hard to stay on one path, but, it’s only been a few solid days since I’ve come up with this new training gem. So, for the most part, it’s consisted of waking up at 5ish and I don’t have to leave for work until 630. Boom, I’ve been jumping in the mornings with push ups and sit ups. Also, its seriously one less thing I gotta do at night. Go do my work thing, and because of all the shutdowns and vendors working less hours, we don’t work as many hours either. Which is spot on in my eyes! I’d rather work less in general. Ha. Any which way, I get back to my place by 6ish. Supper, made lunch, talk with them boys, speak to my missus, it’s usually around 8! Great Scott, this is great. I have a solid hour and half at night before I like to call it a day! So far so good.
Those knife hands from Lao gar are just great hey? Like, just a straight up rearrangement of people’s attitudes with that technique!! Haha. Ahhh good times. I just really enjoy that specific part of just really looking into things. Which reminded, me, I pulled an old book up with me, it has almost all of my old notes and sketches and techniques written down. Penciled out. Written about. Wow. There’s a lot of cool stuff, I didn’t remember doing. But, it’s coming back. Oh boy! I’m looking through things and just remembering is exciting. Working some of the techniques is kind of nostalgic. A lot of the notes have a date somewhere on them. You know, so I could remember where is was and what I was doing on that date somewhere down the line. That was good advice to date my notes. It was exactly like going back in time. It’s funny to see how long I have had some techniques that I have always worked on, whether was formally training or not. One is six years old. Dang, my youngest is eight! One night soon, I’ll add to it. I have the technique, it’s a matter of being able to write and express in picture as well. If I can sketch my thoughts, I believe is important for me. I like pictures! Can I borrow your red crayon? I....ate mine....I mean lost it! I lost it! I wish there was a way to edit this blog thingy.....
Okay okay. It’s going to bed time for me about a half hour ago! I hope your week is as good as mines going to be. #NoBadDays. Only bad moments. And they come and go, if we let them.
Thanks for your time
Mr.Duncan
Those knife hands from Lao gar are just great hey? Like, just a straight up rearrangement of people’s attitudes with that technique!! Haha. Ahhh good times. I just really enjoy that specific part of just really looking into things. Which reminded, me, I pulled an old book up with me, it has almost all of my old notes and sketches and techniques written down. Penciled out. Written about. Wow. There’s a lot of cool stuff, I didn’t remember doing. But, it’s coming back. Oh boy! I’m looking through things and just remembering is exciting. Working some of the techniques is kind of nostalgic. A lot of the notes have a date somewhere on them. You know, so I could remember where is was and what I was doing on that date somewhere down the line. That was good advice to date my notes. It was exactly like going back in time. It’s funny to see how long I have had some techniques that I have always worked on, whether was formally training or not. One is six years old. Dang, my youngest is eight! One night soon, I’ll add to it. I have the technique, it’s a matter of being able to write and express in picture as well. If I can sketch my thoughts, I believe is important for me. I like pictures! Can I borrow your red crayon? I....ate mine....I mean lost it! I lost it! I wish there was a way to edit this blog thingy.....
Okay okay. It’s going to bed time for me about a half hour ago! I hope your week is as good as mines going to be. #NoBadDays. Only bad moments. And they come and go, if we let them.
Thanks for your time
Mr.Duncan
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