"The price of memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings"
-Counting Crows

I often have found that the best memories are the ones that make me saddest when I reflect on them. Lately, I've been thinking a lot about Costa Rica and the people I miss out there. Every place you visit, you find a piece of yourself but in exchange leave a part of yourself behind. While I was down there, I think I experienced the purest happiness thus far in my life. I will return.

Speaking of memories, I decided to wear my Vibrams on a run through Blue Mountain with my dog to visit the fort . Starting with driving up the snow-covered road in my rear wheel drive, manual, no snow tire mustang. The cold seeps right through the soles of those Vibrams. Nope, I'm not in Costa Rica anymore, that's for sure. But I figured it was a good test of mental toughness. Once I made it up the mountain where there was less snow it wasn't so bad.

At the Dog Pound today, it was all girls. So a lot of groundwork technique. At the end, I rolled with Matt again. His advice and biggest critique to me was to flow more...use less muscle. I did, and he told me I did very well and was impressed. I'll bask in that for a little while longer ;) A compliment like that from a coach I respect means a lot to me.

Cardio for the day:

If that's a bit hard to read:

Two times through as fast as possible:
25 Flying Knees per leg
25 Thai Kicks per leg
25 Shot-Sprawl-Shot
25 Box Knees extending per leg
25 Spiderman Burpees

Stayed after to hit the bag until the gym got cold. I'm forcing myself to work through discomfort, and for me, my most hated discomfort is not being warm enough. Starting tomorrow, cold showers.