My Father my Hero

Happy Father’s Day Dad



Happy Father’s Day Dad. This was an old post as well as a copy of an email I sent my father for Father’s Day years ago now. I feel inclined to share it every year, since it speaks volumes about how lucky I was and am to have this man as my Father.


  • How to pull his finger
  • How to appreciate everything I have or own
  • How to look something up in a dictionary
  • How to box
  • How to hit a baseball.. By practicing with a ping-pong ball.
  • How to fish
  • How to hunt…. And how not to scratch my cornea on a tree twig
  • How not to slide down the windshield of a car!
  • How to do backwards math
  • How to stick up for myself
  • How to have self-reliance
  • To be accountable for my actions
  • How NOT to play with a Rubik’s race.
  • How to moon your family on Christmas morning
  • To reap what I sow
  • How drinking alcohol is not all it’s cracked up to be… especially the morning after.
  • How to be independent
  • How to trust and be trust worthy
  • Learn the difference between what is good and what is right.
  • How to be humble.
  • How to never take anything or anyone for granted
  • What it means to be a friend
  • How to install a water heater
  • How to treat others
  • How to be yourself, not someone else
  • The difference between arrogance and courage.
  • How to never give up, and never quit
  • How to kill a raccoon in your attic with a compound bow.
  • How to feel safe
  • How to install a garbage disposal
  • How to change the oil in my car
  • How to install a car radio
  • How to properly install a new light switch
  • How to understand and appreciate your family lineage
  • How to appreciate where you came from

My father taught me that we all get one chance to make our mark on this world, and if there is anything worth doing, it’s worth doing right.

I am the man I am today because my father cared enough to teach me how to BE a man.

He taught me how to become a man and he still teaches me every time I see him or talk to him on how to be a better man.

Everything that is good in me, is a direct result from the man who calls himself my father.

Chance favors the prepared mind, and my father never wanted me to be ill prepared.

Thanks dad for being you.

I am proud to say you are my father, and I brag about being your son.

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The diabolical injury, rest, recover, rile, rest, recover cycle

Day 12

It’s been almost two weeks since my wicked hip injury. I’ve discovered a couple things during my lay-off. Well, hold on, let me re-phrase that. I have been reminded of a couple things. These thoughts are not ‘new’ by any means, I have just been KINDLY reminded.


#1. I suck at taking my own advice.

I can certainly dish out the injury advice, but I suck at following my own direction. The whole ‘rest’, active rest, and active recovery thing is ridiculously difficult for someone who thoroughly enjoys fitness. Most non-athletes, or people have never participated in competitive sports just don’t ‘get it’. My wife is a non-competitor, and we always chuckle about how this lay-off is driving me mad, but if it were her, she’d be fine. Heh heh.

#2. There is a natural order of things related to injury no matter how bad you want it expedited.

Time is all you have. Take the proper time to heal. Take the proper amount of time to evaluate your plan. Take the time needed to fix what was broken. No matter how impatient you really are, you can’t skip a step in the recovery process. The minute you ‘skip’ something, you’re back to square one and starting all over again.

#3. The cycle of an injury is a revolving hamster wheel. It consists of INJURY -> REST -> RECOVERY -> RILE -> REST -> RECOVERY -> RILE.

RILE: (thank you Google)

  1. 1.
    make (someone) annoyed or irritated.
    “it was his air of knowing all the answers that riled her”
  2. 2.
    North American
    make (water) turbulent or muddy.

Yes, rile. Rile was the best description I could come up with the describes this scenario: you start to feel a lil better and you begin functioning more ‘normal’. Instead of favoring your un-injured side, or ‘babying’ your injured side, you walk, sit, stand, etc like you would pre-injury because you’re feeling good!

Aaaaaaaaaand then BLAM. You’re injury reminds you.. ah-ahh.. slow yer roll buddy. Back off. You’re still hurtin’.

This has been the most frustrating part of this whole recovery process. I start feeling pretty darn good and then KA-BLAM I aggravate my hip in some small way. And I won’t be doing anything unsafe, unusual or high-risk. I could just be turning or standing or sitting and move a certain way and my hip gives me this nasty jolt to remind my oh-so-kindly how severely my injury is.


While I’m on the injured reserve list I’m making vain attempts at working out, but I’m very limited. I was a bit excited today though, I got through Push Presses today with little to know pain in my abdominal stability (yes, I partially tore my ab muscle.. and core stabilization has been challenging).

One day at a time.

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Resting and insanity

It looks like I’m sidelined. I’m officially on the ‘injured reserved’ list as of last Sunday. I suffered quite the hip injury last Sunday night weightlifting.

I just finished a 7-day stretch of shifts and went in to test my 1 rep max for my lifts. I failed miserably with both lifts. I was definitely tired, but I wasn’t sloppy. i just wasn’t on my game. I finished the night out with max back squats by testing my 1 rep max. Everything was going well, until the last rep. I met my previous max weight, and actually had upped it by 5%. I was feeling pretty confident, and my legs felt fresh, so I added another 5%. Then..


I’m pretty sure if there was anyone around who could see my face, it would have been ghost-like. I was convinced I suffered a hernia injury, an inguinal hernia of all things!!

an example of an abdominal muscle tear

Thankfully I did not suffer an inguinal hernia, but a severe hip injury. I have a severe muscle strain and severe ligament sprain (I’ll spare you the details). The disheartening news is that I’m out of commission for probably 4 -6 weeks, given the nature and location of my injury. It’s going to take some serious time to heal properly.

I must admit, I haven’t experienced that level of pain in a very long time, if ever. And the injury itself has scared me silly. Now squatting of any kind has been scarred for life. I’m always going to think about this injury every time I squat now.


I spent about 36 hours wallowing in anger and self-pity, before I snapped out of my funk. It was just so defeating, since I had been working so hard, training so diligently and making such huge gains in my lifts and training. Now I’m going to have to almost start over.

So, now my new mantra: #downbutnotout

Operation rehab has already started. I’m taking the advice of my primary care provider, and letting pain direct what I do and don’t do. I experimented with various movements at the gym to see what I can do pain-free, and my exercise are very limited, but I refuse to stay down.

Besides, If I do nothing for next 4-6 weeks???? Whew. I don’t even want to think what kind of CRAZEE I’d be. Not to mention I’d probably get kicked out of my house for being the most unbearable husband on the face of the earth (I’ve been known to get a LITTLE cranky when I miss just a couple days of training)

So I’m attempting to take the high road and rise above this. I’ve decided to take this opportunity to provide a good example to others on how to properly recover from an injury, and what measures you can take to fully heal. I guess I’m putting my money where my mouth is so-to-say, heh heh.  As a former Certified Athletic Trainer and current Nurse Practitioner, I better act right huh?

I can’t help but continually run that moment through my mind, over and over again to figure out what went wrong, what failed, what weakened. Most injuries like this are caused by either an imbalance or some sort of mechanical failure. Ironically I have a video of ‘the injury, and I can’t seem to answer any of these questions floating around my head. I’ve even shared the video with fellow coaches, and they can’t answer the questions either.

I’m supposed to accept that it was just bad luck, I guess. Grr.

Regardless of the why, why not, woulda, coulda or shoulda’s. I’m going to take this road to recovery one day at a time so that I can heal completely and get back to picking up that barbell.

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