Great Kids, Great Cause

Crowdfunding

Omar and Lorena are trying to go to a youth retreat with their church Victory Outreach. It will be there first time being a part of this experience. There is an expense involved and they are asking for your help with donations. Any amount will help. They will be going to Williams, AZ right before Christmas. Omar is an extremely gifted young man who wants a future in Engineering and Lorena loves to dance. This experience will help these children have an experience of a life time.

First mini-podcast

I'm running!

My running is progressing. My weight isn't going down and that is making it rough for me to run longer times and distances. I will be up to 4 min max run on my next workout and I cannot remember the last time I ran 4 mins straight! My last workout I ran a total of 3 mins max. I ran a total of 10 mins which is technically a mile. So my weight is increasingly becoming a factor in running and I need to lose some LB's! My legs are some tree trunks so maybe all the weight is going to my thighs in the form of muscles! That's what I'll think! I miss those 1 min max runs! lol...

I have yet to make my fatty to 5k blog but I wanted to jot down my progress so far with my running.
I began on the 8th and that first workout took some getting used to. I ran a total of 6 minutes off and on. You run for a min and walk for a minute and a half. I am now 6 workouts into this app and I've ran a total of 9 mintues with a max of 1.5 mintues. The workouts are steadily progressing but I am a three times better runner. I am shooting for a 5k in January benefiting the SDSU baseball team. My legs are stronger and I am in much better shape than when I started.

I still want to make that blog but I've been busy with an online Spanish class. Michael Concepcion reporting! I'll take video of a run one day and post it!

Fatty to 5K!!

Who would have thought that a small game of basketball that I played around fathers day with my boys would make me want to run a 5k race!!!

I had family over and my sons and I decided to play a little game of basketball. I only played about 15 minutes but after those 15 minutes I was so exhausted that I couldn't catch my breathe and I wanted to just sleep.

I went inside the house and drank a lot of water and even a gatorade and nothing helpled. I finally laid down and took a nap. After about an hour or so I woke up and felt much better.

I knew I had to get checked out to make sure my ticker isnt going bad. I made a doctors appointement and about a month later I saw my doctor and told her about the incident and she suggested I get a cardio-stress test. From the doctors visit until the time I took the stress test was about 3 months. Needless to say I waited a very long time to take that test.

I was told, at the time the appt was confirmed, to wear loose fit clothing and prepare to exercise for about 20 mintues. I knew I was going to be on a treadmill but had no idea how that would have a pretty profound impact upon my psychy.

The day of the appointment I wore some workout clothes and I was ready for the test. I remember walking into the doctors office and the majority of the clientele were over 50.

I was embarrased because I'm not an old guy but I felt like I shouldnt be there. I signed in and waited.

I was called in very shortly, must be the good insurance, and walked into a room with a treadmill. I was told to sit down and relax. They then proceeded to hook me up to a Darth Vader looking contraption that went around my belly! Good thing the strap was very long.

Before that fiasco, the nurse stated she needed to shave some of the hair off my chest for the electrodes. So I now have two bald spots about mid-chest. That was an interesting event.

So I was on the EKG monitor and was told to get on the treadmil. I thought to myself, I got this! HA!

I was told that the test will have 3 minute intervals and each 3 minute interval will progressively get faster and gradually become more inclined. I was concerned but was told to go for as long as I can and let the nurse know when I need to stop.

1st three minutes were a very slow paced walk. Easy. 2nd three was more like a barely brisk walk. Easy. 3rd three is where I had to pick up the pace and began to have a good paced walk. The incline was my demise. I was doing ok but my calves began to tire. The 4th three minutes had me at a light jog but it was still slow enough for a very brisk walk. 5th three minutes I made it about 40 seconds in and had to tell the nurse to stop. So I made it about 13 minutes and had to stop. That was pathetic and I was embarrased.

That event single handedly made me want to start running. About a week after that I decided I was going to start walking/running. The area where my kids go to school has many inclined streets so I decided I would start there. The first day I ran/walk about 30 minutes and I was HOOKED!

I want to run all the time now. I know I can't run a lot but I walk/run as much as I can. My goal is to run a 5k in December for Authritis. I downloaded an app on my iphone to train for 8 weeks. It helps you train up to a 5k.

That is my goal and I will run my first 5k in December.

I want to start a blog documenting my journey. I might call it Fatty to 5k! hahahahah If this fat out of shape dude can run a 5k, then noone has an excuse!

Fatty to 5K!

Such bullshit!

Registration for commencement began on August 1st for graduation from this fucking school that I'm attending! Most of the people that I have been going to school with are registering and they're all excited. I'm happy for them but due to some fucking bullshit, I will not be attending commencement as a graduate! I'm pissed off and sad at the same fucking time! I'm probably going to be required to work commencement but am seriously considering taking that day off! My classmates said they want me there to support them but if I decide to go I'm going to need to be drugged out! This is such bullshit! I'm over the University of Phoenix already and almost wished I would've have never been an employee!

A sobering experience...

I got into work dreading this day and within a matter of mintues found out a co-worker got fired for the very thing I was dreading doing. I quickly sobered up and realized that the thing I dread doing, someone just got fired for not doing at all or not enough. I'll save the details of what the issue was about but I think it's imporatant to note that I'm at a job, you're at a job, we're at a job and we are here, there to do a job. As much as I wish I could be getting paid to sit at my cubicle looking good, I don't. I get paid to do a job and I am expected to do it 100 percent every day that I am here. Realistically I have been putting in about 25 percent. So my sobering experience is if I do not want to be in the footsteps of my co-worker, I'd better get with the program or wait for the bosses to say arrivederci!

Back in school baby!!!

1st video blog of my ugly mug! lol...

6 months is up and I'm getting back in class!

6 months went quick. I'm getting back in class and finishing this degree up! I don't think I will get my MBA here. It feels so good to get back in the game and finish what I started! I have about 6 to 8 months to finish and I'll be in the money! Or paying back the money! Stupid mistakes will cost ya!

June 21st is the day!

I will be back in school at the end of the month. Trying to decide if I should stay on a ground campus or go online. HMMMM? I cannot wait to be done! Although I'm going to obtain my masters anyway. So thought I would get that down and decide on the best course of action. I'm also trying to figure out a good home based business because working is getting on my ever loving nerve. I miss spending time with my boys. I want to be more involved with activities they get in. argh!!!

Imma Cowboy!!!

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!!

Something new?

Around December 2009 I was lost and felt like my life had no meaning. My only hope was that my children would not turn out like me and my failures would serve as a lesson. I wanted my children to understand that I failed in life but through my failure I would hope they would be driven to succeed. I knew that if I died I would only leave my children a life lesson. I had no money, assets, or legacy to pass on. All I could hear my boys say as they stood over my coffin was, “I never want to be like him,” and I was ok with that. As long as I could inspire them to do better than I, I wouldn’t die in vain. My friends thought I was loser, my family didn’t have too many expectations from me, and most of all I believed with all my heart, I was a certified LOSER! One day it hit me; my life is worth more than that! My children deserved better, I deserved better and I needed to make a change. I was tired of feeling like a loser. I had experienced some pretty amazing things in my life but most, if not all, came at the expense of someone else. I had fun on someones dime, time, and hard work. I was tired of that! I was tired of people telling me who I was. I would no longer live vicariously through someones success. I was going to make my own way and even if it killed me I would rather people say, I died trying! So I got on the internet and got on one of those college web sites that advertise general degree programs and waited. I’m not sure how long it took but an enrollment advisor from San Marcos gave me a call. Our conversation was quick and easy. I told the EA, “If you can get me in, I’ll go.” I didn’t know anything about the University of Phoenix. I could have been signing up for cooking classes for all I knew. I had to do something. I completed the application over the phone and received a call to show up at the orientation. As I sat in orientation in room 21 at KM, thoughts of doubt kept going through my head. I had failed the handful of times I tried junior college and I thought what is going to make this time different. As I sat through orientation my confidence began to build. I started to feel better about my decision. However, I still didn’t know what UOPX was all about. A few weeks later I had my first class, GEN 195. As with anything that attended, I sat in the back. Sitting in the back was my mechanism for avoidance. If I could sit in the back I could avoid the message. Whatever the message was or could be, I knew sitting in the back would keep me safe from it. Whatever messages people wanted me to listen to would only make me realize how horrible my life was, therefore, I didn’t want to hear the message. I wanted to sit there and when it was time to go, I hoped that I could revisit the message on my own, somehow.

Toastmasters

Started Toastmasters! I can speak but can I speak effectively! Time will tell and joining Toastmasters will hopefull be the answer.

Last class for a few long months...

I'm benched for at least 6 months! No school so maybe I can use this time to my advantage and learn something new! Barbering? Life coaching? Pimp??? Yea I like pimp!!!

Getting off my ass...

Ok I'm getting off my ass and I'm going to start doing what I feel I should do! I am not fine! Let's do this!!!!!

8 More!

8 more classes and I'm going to law school! I may not be able to become an attorney but I'll be in the law field! So the MBA at UOP can kiss it! Law school becons!