@ginacarano No regrets. Every time you step in, win or lose it defines who you are. There are warriors and there are watchers. You know what side you are on. The fight never stops. Even when you age the warrior will always be inside you.
@BuzzPatterson I did too. I had my nose about an inch away from the picture tube. My Mom told me to back away or I would get cancer. I told her that it was only low level X-rays and static electricity. After the landing I built the lander and command module models and hung them from the ceiling
@sciencegirl I started out as a kid using the wheelbarrow long before I saw a weight room. Of course, you don’t stack this high, maybe waist high at most. It takes balance. The weight is bulk, much different than balanced plates. Now try wheeling a load of wet cement.
@joeroganhq When I was a teenager, the local Fox station had a triple feature of Kung Fu English dubbed movies. They were hilarious. I would watch just to see the fighters float on air for like 100 feet or so. They would talk for 10 seconds and then in English say “right!”
It was mystical, almost realized Magic. The golden sunshine and the long palm trees. The endless open freeways and convertible. The surf rising up to gleaming stars. A place where dreams were made.
It was California in 1969.
A memory rusted and faded into Sunset Boulevard.