When I heard about the UBBT my first thought was not again more body abuse yahoo! Seeing I was lacking in my quest to try to stay in shape. So in July of 2008 I started doing a hundred pushups a day in small sets during the day twenty at a time. I remember trying to squeeze out twenty pushups. Getting frustrated with myself that I had let myself go to that point. When ten years ago a hundred pushups was no big deal. Well a good thing for muscle memory I guess you never really lose it. Within a month I was doing a hundred fifty pushups and sit ups a day. By the end of four months had whittled them down to two sets of seventy-five. I am comfortable there. I have had set backs bad shoulder stopped for a month. I am happy with the outcome of the pushups and sit-ups. This part has given me a routine to just do it. Body has changed too.
Walk/run /swim. The running part did not turn out to well I had high hopes of running more. But my back give me problems where it laid me up for a while, lower back would not take the pounding so resorted to logging my walking and swimming. Bicycling was in this category, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
Meditation. Gives me time to reflect on the day ahead, and day past. And just be mindless. Ten minuets in the morning, gives me a start to the day. Keeps me calm.
Stretching. Not exactly where I want to be with this. I am better off than if I didn’t do anything. Ten minuets in the morning, it is enough but did not push myself hard enough.
I stepped out of my comfort zone when I decided to try scuba diving. I like the water but I liked to be on top of it, maybe in a boat and breathing air from the massive atmosphere that has been provided for us. Well this was an experience that I defiantly will keep pursuing. The feeling of weightlessness with only sound of your breath it is very peaceful. With good instruction and friends in this aquatic sport it has been one of the best experiences in my life, I have not been to the ocean yet. I will get there I can hardly wait! It will happen someday.
Over the last year I have been more conscious of our environment I’m reading The Sacred Balance by David Suzuki wow great book but that is for another discussion.
I have tried to do more conversing something I am not the best at. I don’t like gossip or idle chit chat so that kind of puts me in a position where conversation, in to days world, there does not seem to be much left! Wow that sounds kind of humbug.
So Has the UBBT changed me, definitely? Physically as I have described and mentally it has made me look inside myself and try to change things I didn’t like about myself as in conversation, helping more people and the environment. It is my duty to spread knowledge that I have learned otherwise not much use getting the knowledge and keeping it all locked up inside yourself, besides the best learning experiences I have had are from helping and teaching others. The best question you can ask yourself is what don’t I like about myself and change it.
Pushups 66,200 Crunches 66,200
Walk/Run/Swim 949 KM Bicycle 1,162 KM total of 2,111 KM
Sifu Hayes www.silentriverkungfu.com
Stony Plain Alberta Canada
Friday, November 27, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Da Flu
Had the flu last few days, head not working very well did not journal! Still not out of the woods yet. This is it for this week.
Sifu Hayes www.silentriverkungfu.com
Stony Plain, Alberta, Canada
Sifu Hayes www.silentriverkungfu.com
Stony Plain, Alberta, Canada
Friday, November 13, 2009
November A Time To Remember
I wrote this Eulogy for my dad, a year ago when he passed.
Thought I would share this.
To say goodbye to Charlie is not easy. He built a farm. He worked hard. He affected so many of us in so many ways over his 95 years. He has changed many of our lives.
This day is a day of mourning for the passing of Charlie Hayes, of saying goodbye, but it is more to honor him and celebrate his life. While he has departed from us in body, his spirit and memories live on.
On special family occasions and holidays, there was always the ice cream maker, Mom would mix the ingredients into the cylinder, Dad would take it, very carefully put the machine together, put in the correct amount of ice and salt, and he would crank it by hand, we were to small to keep that constant speed, so we would watch patiently till it was done. Later on when we were big enough to take turns cranking, he would always disappear and listen to us talk about how it should be done, from the other room.
In the winter on Sundays he would sit by the heater and read the paper, his feet were always very ticklish, as kids we would tickle his feet, just when he was about to fall asleep, he would always say (you kids cut it out), always a favorite saying of his.
Charlie had trouble with his stomach, always snored very loud, funny thing his stomach didn’t bother him, and he never snored the day he sold the cows and quit driving the school bus, he also stopped smoking at 65 years of age.
Charlie had a ulcer attack when he was working cutting brush at Green Water, he came home all bent over in pain, neighbors took him to the hospital, he was in the hospital for three weeks, our wood pile was low, hayloft was empty, neighbors showed up with wagon boxes full of wood and helped us kids and Mom fill the hayloft
Dad and Mom were always watching out for friends and neighbors, as friends and neighbors did for them, it’s just the way it’s done, and that’s all there is to it. Dad helping them thresh, bale. Mom would bake that special something if someone was in sorrow. As kids we always had the best decorated cakes and cookies to take to school.
Charlie was always very inventive and creative; a lot of it was dew to the lack of finances. When he was working for Uncle Alf at Green Water in the 30’s, he got tired of rowing people around the lake to give them rides, so he put a Model T engine in a big boat, probably Green Waters first boat with inboard motor.
He built a plywood boat in the 1950’s so he could take us kids fishing and camping. His favorite boat was the one he built from two old boats he bought, one had a rotten front the other a rotten back, tore them apart and built one. When he was finished the out side shone of its colors, the inside sparkled from varnished wood. Boats are for fishing, not planters.
He pulled that boat all over Saskatchewan fishing with friends, at every lake he and Mom could find.
He needed a lawnmower, so he made the deck from a piece of three quarter inch plywood, bolted on wheels from a baby carriage, fenders from a old truck to keep the grass from hitting your feet, a leaf spring sharpened for a blade, a old water pump for bearings to mount the blade on, and a (Iron horse) kick start washing machine motor to drive it, a two by four handle and away you go. One day the hedge needed trimming so he mounted that lawn mower on a couple of two by fours Rick and Dad put the two by fours on their shoulders and they walked down either side of the hedge.
Remember Dad getting the ticket because he told Lorna to take the car, to drive a friend home; she had no driver’s license; He said it was the only ticket he ever got.
Remember the day Dad came home with five ducks from Herbert’s pond, he waited and waited, till they were all lined up, he got them all, one shot.
There was always deer meat to eat; --some of it was at strange times of the year. -- It must have been because of our icehouse.
Remember the bear, that Mom was picking Saskatoon’s on one side of the tree, she thought it was Charlie she was talking to, until she moved around the tree and seen the bear, she hollered at Charlie and he came running with the rifle, he always packed around in the car the truck and on the Fortson Major. Rick and Dad went after the bear shot it, ----Dad did have a little exposure--, we skinned it out and kept the hindquarters, Mom cooked a roast, told Uncle Jack it was beef, --until after supper.
Dad and Mom loved to travel, they wore out a motor home, they went on numerous trips with family; Lorna and Gary took them on a month trip to Alaska also traveled to eastern Canada. Gloria and David took them on trips to Hawaii, Florida. Gloria took Dad on his first trip to Australia in 1997.
Charlie loved to put a hook and line in the water. He probably has fished with most of the people in this hall today. If you haven’t fished with him, he has probably told you a fishing story or two. When we went on our yearly father and son’s fishing trips, he would never have his regular afternoon nap because he was afraid he would miss something, so we would fish, cook, we would get him to tell us stories, he always looked forward to our midnight fish fries, but
Not until a dozen games of crib were played.
In August of 2006 at the age of 92, I asked him if he wanted a ride in my Ultra light tike, expecting him to say no, he said sure, he said what is the worst that can happen I’m 92 years old, it didn’t mater how old he was, or what it was, he wanted to give anything a try, I think that describes Dad’s attitude towards life. So I got him strapped in. Oh by the way, if you didn’t know, that’s him in the memorial card; he would probably say he finally made it to the Centerfold. We flew over our house at Stony Plain Alberta, the coal mine where I work, saw the draglines and shovels, also Lake Wabaman where the train derailment oil spill had happened, and the oil booms were out soaking up the oil. We had an hour and half flight. He thoroughly enjoyed it.
Charlie’s wood working skills as you can see, on this display table, was something he loved to do, and he had a great talent for. No piece of wood went to waste, as we found out when we cleaned up the farm.
When Mom passed in 2004 he decided he would build his own urn. So he thought about it for a couple of years, he knew he; didn’t really need it yet. Besides he had to do one more trip to Australia in 2006, he went with Lorna, Gary and Darryl. Then this year he decided it was time to start building the urn. This past summer he worked on his project. We all know how his eye site was, but there he was with a hundred pieces of half-inch square wood of different colors that he had cut on the table saw and glue on his fingers feeling his way through his project. As you can see, his loving hands and his sole shines through the beauty of the wood.
Thanks to Gary and Rick for putting some finishing touches on it.
After Mom had passed away, I was telling a friend of mine about her passing, my eyes filled with tears, he told me something that I will never forget, simple yet very true.
(WHAT IS IN YOUR HEART-- LEAKS OUT YOUR EYES)
Now I would like to share this poem.
God looked around his garden
And He found an empty space;
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest;
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best,
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew you were in pain
He knew you might never
Get well on earth again,
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb,
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered, “Peace be thine.”
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you never went alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
Anonymous poet
For Dad and Mom for now they are together again.
Thank you from the kids Gloria, Rick, Lorna, Max
Thank God for my growing up with Charlie and Joyce, my parents.
Sifu Hayes www.silentriverkungfu.com Stony Plain Alberta Canada
Thought I would share this.
To say goodbye to Charlie is not easy. He built a farm. He worked hard. He affected so many of us in so many ways over his 95 years. He has changed many of our lives.
This day is a day of mourning for the passing of Charlie Hayes, of saying goodbye, but it is more to honor him and celebrate his life. While he has departed from us in body, his spirit and memories live on.
On special family occasions and holidays, there was always the ice cream maker, Mom would mix the ingredients into the cylinder, Dad would take it, very carefully put the machine together, put in the correct amount of ice and salt, and he would crank it by hand, we were to small to keep that constant speed, so we would watch patiently till it was done. Later on when we were big enough to take turns cranking, he would always disappear and listen to us talk about how it should be done, from the other room.
In the winter on Sundays he would sit by the heater and read the paper, his feet were always very ticklish, as kids we would tickle his feet, just when he was about to fall asleep, he would always say (you kids cut it out), always a favorite saying of his.
Charlie had trouble with his stomach, always snored very loud, funny thing his stomach didn’t bother him, and he never snored the day he sold the cows and quit driving the school bus, he also stopped smoking at 65 years of age.
Charlie had a ulcer attack when he was working cutting brush at Green Water, he came home all bent over in pain, neighbors took him to the hospital, he was in the hospital for three weeks, our wood pile was low, hayloft was empty, neighbors showed up with wagon boxes full of wood and helped us kids and Mom fill the hayloft
Dad and Mom were always watching out for friends and neighbors, as friends and neighbors did for them, it’s just the way it’s done, and that’s all there is to it. Dad helping them thresh, bale. Mom would bake that special something if someone was in sorrow. As kids we always had the best decorated cakes and cookies to take to school.
Charlie was always very inventive and creative; a lot of it was dew to the lack of finances. When he was working for Uncle Alf at Green Water in the 30’s, he got tired of rowing people around the lake to give them rides, so he put a Model T engine in a big boat, probably Green Waters first boat with inboard motor.
He built a plywood boat in the 1950’s so he could take us kids fishing and camping. His favorite boat was the one he built from two old boats he bought, one had a rotten front the other a rotten back, tore them apart and built one. When he was finished the out side shone of its colors, the inside sparkled from varnished wood. Boats are for fishing, not planters.
He pulled that boat all over Saskatchewan fishing with friends, at every lake he and Mom could find.
He needed a lawnmower, so he made the deck from a piece of three quarter inch plywood, bolted on wheels from a baby carriage, fenders from a old truck to keep the grass from hitting your feet, a leaf spring sharpened for a blade, a old water pump for bearings to mount the blade on, and a (Iron horse) kick start washing machine motor to drive it, a two by four handle and away you go. One day the hedge needed trimming so he mounted that lawn mower on a couple of two by fours Rick and Dad put the two by fours on their shoulders and they walked down either side of the hedge.
Remember Dad getting the ticket because he told Lorna to take the car, to drive a friend home; she had no driver’s license; He said it was the only ticket he ever got.
Remember the day Dad came home with five ducks from Herbert’s pond, he waited and waited, till they were all lined up, he got them all, one shot.
There was always deer meat to eat; --some of it was at strange times of the year. -- It must have been because of our icehouse.
Remember the bear, that Mom was picking Saskatoon’s on one side of the tree, she thought it was Charlie she was talking to, until she moved around the tree and seen the bear, she hollered at Charlie and he came running with the rifle, he always packed around in the car the truck and on the Fortson Major. Rick and Dad went after the bear shot it, ----Dad did have a little exposure--, we skinned it out and kept the hindquarters, Mom cooked a roast, told Uncle Jack it was beef, --until after supper.
Dad and Mom loved to travel, they wore out a motor home, they went on numerous trips with family; Lorna and Gary took them on a month trip to Alaska also traveled to eastern Canada. Gloria and David took them on trips to Hawaii, Florida. Gloria took Dad on his first trip to Australia in 1997.
Charlie loved to put a hook and line in the water. He probably has fished with most of the people in this hall today. If you haven’t fished with him, he has probably told you a fishing story or two. When we went on our yearly father and son’s fishing trips, he would never have his regular afternoon nap because he was afraid he would miss something, so we would fish, cook, we would get him to tell us stories, he always looked forward to our midnight fish fries, but
Not until a dozen games of crib were played.
In August of 2006 at the age of 92, I asked him if he wanted a ride in my Ultra light tike, expecting him to say no, he said sure, he said what is the worst that can happen I’m 92 years old, it didn’t mater how old he was, or what it was, he wanted to give anything a try, I think that describes Dad’s attitude towards life. So I got him strapped in. Oh by the way, if you didn’t know, that’s him in the memorial card; he would probably say he finally made it to the Centerfold. We flew over our house at Stony Plain Alberta, the coal mine where I work, saw the draglines and shovels, also Lake Wabaman where the train derailment oil spill had happened, and the oil booms were out soaking up the oil. We had an hour and half flight. He thoroughly enjoyed it.
Charlie’s wood working skills as you can see, on this display table, was something he loved to do, and he had a great talent for. No piece of wood went to waste, as we found out when we cleaned up the farm.
When Mom passed in 2004 he decided he would build his own urn. So he thought about it for a couple of years, he knew he; didn’t really need it yet. Besides he had to do one more trip to Australia in 2006, he went with Lorna, Gary and Darryl. Then this year he decided it was time to start building the urn. This past summer he worked on his project. We all know how his eye site was, but there he was with a hundred pieces of half-inch square wood of different colors that he had cut on the table saw and glue on his fingers feeling his way through his project. As you can see, his loving hands and his sole shines through the beauty of the wood.
Thanks to Gary and Rick for putting some finishing touches on it.
After Mom had passed away, I was telling a friend of mine about her passing, my eyes filled with tears, he told me something that I will never forget, simple yet very true.
(WHAT IS IN YOUR HEART-- LEAKS OUT YOUR EYES)
Now I would like to share this poem.
God looked around his garden
And He found an empty space;
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest;
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best,
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew you were in pain
He knew you might never
Get well on earth again,
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb,
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered, “Peace be thine.”
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you never went alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
Anonymous poet
For Dad and Mom for now they are together again.
Thank you from the kids Gloria, Rick, Lorna, Max
Thank God for my growing up with Charlie and Joyce, my parents.
Sifu Hayes www.silentriverkungfu.com Stony Plain Alberta Canada
Friday, November 6, 2009
Training set backs
How to keep focused. This to me was always my biggest problem. I would stay focused for a few days until something new would come up, then it was down another road. Bad choice. What the UBBT has taught me through the simplest of things, the pushup, and sit-up program. I still have days that I have to force myself to get going. The other side of it is that what I put off today I have to do double tomorrow, put off again then it is triple the next day so just get down and do it.
I think I have heard all the reasons for not having a form or a kick perfected or at least look different from one week to another. Yes I know we all have different body types, which in turn gives us different ways we have to learn or complete tasks. Generally where you lack some one else will excel and visa versa. That just means where you lack skill that comes easy to others you will have to work harder. Again, visa versa. Set goals that are within reason at first, then make them bigger as you succeed. The reason for goal setting is you are setting yourself up to succeed. Why do I say that, well, this is the first of the positive things you can do for yourself. You have already set the universe in motion to be a winner. Being a winner or champion is all about thinking and living with the positive. Your vocabulary will not have, I can't because--, you may have to change things for your body, but there are no such words, as I can't. No more self-defeating thoughts. No blame on genetic make up. That just shifts the blame off you and onto your parents. It is easier to blame Mom and Dad, then accepting responsibility for your own actions. Negative thoughts only set you up to defeat and limit you. When negative thoughts enter your mind dismiss them and replace them with positive ones. Positive thoughts and positive speech will replace all negativity, I mean every day thoughts and what comes out your mouth.
“A lifetime of negative thoughts and vocal bashing makes for a miserable old person”
Quote; Max
Sifu Hayes www.silentriverkungfu.com Stony Plain Alberta.
"With your thoughts you make the world"
Quote; The Buddha
I think I have heard all the reasons for not having a form or a kick perfected or at least look different from one week to another. Yes I know we all have different body types, which in turn gives us different ways we have to learn or complete tasks. Generally where you lack some one else will excel and visa versa. That just means where you lack skill that comes easy to others you will have to work harder. Again, visa versa. Set goals that are within reason at first, then make them bigger as you succeed. The reason for goal setting is you are setting yourself up to succeed. Why do I say that, well, this is the first of the positive things you can do for yourself. You have already set the universe in motion to be a winner. Being a winner or champion is all about thinking and living with the positive. Your vocabulary will not have, I can't because--, you may have to change things for your body, but there are no such words, as I can't. No more self-defeating thoughts. No blame on genetic make up. That just shifts the blame off you and onto your parents. It is easier to blame Mom and Dad, then accepting responsibility for your own actions. Negative thoughts only set you up to defeat and limit you. When negative thoughts enter your mind dismiss them and replace them with positive ones. Positive thoughts and positive speech will replace all negativity, I mean every day thoughts and what comes out your mouth.
“A lifetime of negative thoughts and vocal bashing makes for a miserable old person”
Quote; Max
Sifu Hayes www.silentriverkungfu.com Stony Plain Alberta.
"With your thoughts you make the world"
Quote; The Buddha
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