Living the Good Life

You know a SAMI couldn't avoid making the blog. Saturday Morning (AM) Inspections are the dread of any cadet at West Point. Not only does the inspection totally ruin a Friday night, it also tests the limits of what a young adult can do between the hours of 7:00pm and 05:00am. This includes staying up way to late (thus the 12:45 post) trying to frantically clean every inch of his or her room before the morning. The fate of all the nights hard work is in the hands of whoever is inspecting the room. That is why I usually great the inspector with a giant hug and a Hersey bar. I like to compare SAMI's to most of my English papers and/or other graded homework assignment; the night before you are staying up late trying to do as much possible and no matter how well you think you are prepared, the grade is all subjective upon the teacher. You'd think that with the same results for both, I would change my strategy a little bit. But I like to treat every one like a challenge. I'm going to try and break my PR next SAMI and start cleaning at midnight. I think that I will just do a monster power hour starting at 11 and then see what happens. I couldn't help but add this hilarious video. Seemed pretty fitting for the occasion. (click the picture)

Tomorrow is the last football home game. Its suposta be 31 and rainy, or snowy, whichever one it chooses to be. I don't know if I'm lucky or not, but I got stuck working the concession stand for handball again. At least I will be slightly warmer then the other guys outside.
The parents are up this weekend to! Got a good workout with Aust today at Arvin. Did a Tabata workout that left us both pretty wrecked. Off to bed. Long day tomorrow

Boxing Day 3

The enitre purpose of boxing class is to teach fundamental concepts about boixng. That includes form, movements, fakes, and currently, jabs. For yesterday's class, it was only the 3rd day covering the jab and proper techniques to use and block it. Just happens to be my luck that I get a guy who can barely speak english, 10lb heavier then me, and forgets any uniformed technique that we have learned from the previous lessons. He was so sporadic at times that he would litterally drop both of his gloves to parry my little jab, only to qucikly follow up with a left hook (his idea of a jab). To add to his frantic punches, he would go at complete random times. Now I know that the whole purpose of boxing is to confuse the other guy with as many random and unexpected hits as possible, but this guy wsa throwing them while the teacher was talking! After my nose caught 3 left hooks, blood started pouring out. It pretty much continued all through class. The worst feeling was looking like a girly-man becuase this dude was wrecking my face when really he had resorted to gorrila warfare, with gloves. Needless to say, at the end of the day, as long as it looks like your trying hard, the instructors don't care how much blood is spilling into your mouth peice. .... ADRAIN!!!!

Crossfit Fail

The title is fairly fitting for a number of different reasons. Today's work out of the day (WOD) was 10 rounds of: 225lbs dead lift, 3 handstand push ups, 12 pull-up and 15 GHD sit ups. The time to beat was 11:45. Kevin Shuel and I decided to try it. The fail part came when we did the ten round in about 28-30 mins. Pretty pathetic in comparison.

The second fail (during the same workout) came from me trying to do duoble underunders. I was rocking, actually got two in a row and then -snap. The rope broke and all the beads went flying across the gym. Not like a little scattering of the parts, this was more like an explosion of plastic that erupted on everyone. Its really hard to hide from that when you have two handles in each hand and a rope thats only attached to one side. Over all it was a good lift and a funny experience.

Now its time to do homework, somthing I told myself I was going to finish on friday. opps.

Start Anew

So it's been a fairly long time since I have last updated anything on this website. It is no longer the 'Daily Chuckler', although I hope to keep the laughs coming. Couldn't really tell you why its the Point of Impact. I guess I could do somthing fancy and say (West) Point of Impact (in my life) but that kind of sounds to long to be cool. Until I can think of somthing better, thats what it is going to be.

I hope to do a blog fairly consistantly. If anything, to keep my writing and recording any memories here at West Point. I have been pretty good about doing so in the summers with a journal, but as soon as school comes around I don't have time to take out a pen and paper and write down my thoughts. Hopfully typing it will make it easier to keep up to date. One thing I would like openly apologize about is my spelling, grammer, and word usage; essentially my writing. I am no Shakespeare and my english teacher will more than happily agree with me.
I am not sure how to structure a blog yet so please excuse the jumping around. I might have a workout section at the bottom, for nothing more then my own sake to be able to look back and compare times and weights. These will probably come from my favorite website, Crossfit.com, and include somthing about how much pain I am in.

On that note, Im continueing training for the Toughest Mudder. Im doing that sucker in December with Brian Gerardi and am fully expecting it to be the single most awful experience of my life up to this moment. There is really nothing else I could think back on that will compare to the suck that this will be. I have said this multiple times though, I just can't wait for that 12 hour car ride back. Going to be warm, dry, and on my way home to my own bed! It will have been almost 7 months since I have been home. People ask why Im doing the Toughest Mudder, and there is no real good anwser for it. Its the same reason people want to jump out of a plane or do triathalons. Part of it is to say that they have done it. The other reason is to see if one can do it. I like to think of it as if you practice 10x harder than the game. Then, when the game comes around, there is always that mental edge you have of being able to compare it back to the suck and pain you already put in at practice. In my case, my dream is to go Special Forces. I know, I know, every one who joins the Army wants to go special forces just so they dont have to shave, but its more then just the look, its the attitude. Their attitude is of pure confidence. Like they are here to kick butt and take names, and then go do 10,000 pushups becuase its fun. So, coming back from that little detour, I am doing the Toughest mudder so that I will have confidence knowing that there is very few other things that will be as painful as that...for the first 24 hours.

Thats all for now. Just kind of babbleing for this first post. More to follow though with links and other fun stuff.