Welcome back listeners. As is the usual case, I dominate the blog when on roadtrips. Honestly I think I dominate the blog most months anyway. I wonder if we can get the blog to spit out that data.
Today was spent driving down to Colorado Springs and visiting friends. The only contact I knew that I had was a female weightlifter by the name of Doreen. She and I had hung out a bit when I live there, and she's a cool, up for just about anything kind of gal. Fortunately today was her off day in training so she had the whole day free. So leave Denver, with Crysta's keys in hand since she left at 7 am and there was no way that I was going to get up that early. Traffic on I 25 south here is some of the worst I have ever seen. At 9 am, getting OUT of the city I was in deadlock because of construction that was there a year ago when I lived in Colorado. It's like they just put the whole project on hole until I came back.
Anyway, I got to the Springs and was able to reminisce (sp?) on the way in. Stopped by the visitor center to buy some shit for my Dad and me and then called Doreen to see what was up. She was at WalMart (that's the type of town the Springs is) so I had to stall for a bit. I went in to my old place of work and wandered around talking to old friends. My immediate bosses weren't there because the are in Provo (BYU) doing some work. I did get to catch up with the other intern from my class who now has a job there and her boss who I knew reasonably well. I got to talk to a few other people, and pretty much everyone had the same reaction "Holy Shit, it's Martin, we've been trying to get in touch with you." Story goes they had a position available a few months ago. It was a temp position and doesn't pay much, but I was high on the list of potential candidates. They DID contact me about it, but I couldn't committ because at that point I still didn't know what I was doing and they still weren't positive about the position being available. Regardless, it was nice to be wanted and made me think about my future some. I told all of them what I firmly beleive, that working for the USOC is one of the few jobs that could pull me away from teaching, and that I even think of the possibility of moving to the
Springs to teach and working for them part time until something comes available. I'm kind of thinking that they might have something after the games, so I'll keep an ear to the ground for that. Problem is that I'm still teaching, and I love teaching. Who knows how things will end up.
((As I think about things more and more I waffle on whether or not I will be in Atlanta for another decade. I've got Rival and great friends here, the closest thing I've got to family. There are opportunities elsewhere, but pretty much the same ones here. Often I think that it will come down to what happens on the love tip for me down the road.))
So after hanging out with coworkers I went to lunch with a bunch of lifters and caught up on people's lives. It seems that if you are a Natinoal level athelte your life becomes a soap opera outside of your control. The lunch was filled with stories of problems, and people dating other people who are bad for them. Being one who likes to learn shit from other's lives it was great to listen to. Now I know I'll stay away from those Russians who belittle their girlfriends and fight with them all the time.
After lunch I hit up the Joyride small amusement park. It's kind of like Chucky Cheese. Rocked some go-carts and the worst 18 holes of minigolf ever and then went back to the campus. Filled up on gas and then went back to Denver (where there was still fucking traffic). All in all my trip to the Spring was good. It was great to see old friends and hang out. It was pretty laid back and I am cool with that. When I returned to Denver I fell the fuck out and was alseep until well after Crysta came home. Then we chilled with a glass of wine, talked about her last relationship and life in general and then she went to bed. Apparently Sam (Beth's friend) is coming home at midnight. I'm cruising some sights in Denver tomorrow (Mt. Evans) and then we're going out tomorrow to some pubs. Saturday will be a 12-14 hour haul for me, so I need to be well rested. I still don't have a stopping point in Idaho, although both Doreen and Crysta said that they know people in Boise so I might have to hit that up. Also, by ex-Boss is in Provo, which is kind of on the way. It would be nice to see him and say Hi and keep myself in the loop for future opportunities.
Finally, as I have the time to sit back and reflect on things a bit, I realize that one nice thing about my road trips is it gives me either the time or the perspective to put shit in my life in order. Maybe it is talking to people across the country, telling them my story and hearing their response, maybe it is the hours in a car to think, or maybe it is seeing the massive land of the country and gaining and understanding of how small I am. Regardless it really helps me sort stuff out. I never seem to remember what that shit is by the time I get ot the blog, but c'est la vie. Tomorrow will be the last post from Denver and them I am most likely out of commission until Seattle (whooo!!). I'm stoked to see the Pacific again from a different angle. Oh, and I'd like to that Skank for the drunk dial tonight. Later.
M
Today was spent driving down to Colorado Springs and visiting friends. The only contact I knew that I had was a female weightlifter by the name of Doreen. She and I had hung out a bit when I live there, and she's a cool, up for just about anything kind of gal. Fortunately today was her off day in training so she had the whole day free. So leave Denver, with Crysta's keys in hand since she left at 7 am and there was no way that I was going to get up that early. Traffic on I 25 south here is some of the worst I have ever seen. At 9 am, getting OUT of the city I was in deadlock because of construction that was there a year ago when I lived in Colorado. It's like they just put the whole project on hole until I came back.
Anyway, I got to the Springs and was able to reminisce (sp?) on the way in. Stopped by the visitor center to buy some shit for my Dad and me and then called Doreen to see what was up. She was at WalMart (that's the type of town the Springs is) so I had to stall for a bit. I went in to my old place of work and wandered around talking to old friends. My immediate bosses weren't there because the are in Provo (BYU) doing some work. I did get to catch up with the other intern from my class who now has a job there and her boss who I knew reasonably well. I got to talk to a few other people, and pretty much everyone had the same reaction "Holy Shit, it's Martin, we've been trying to get in touch with you." Story goes they had a position available a few months ago. It was a temp position and doesn't pay much, but I was high on the list of potential candidates. They DID contact me about it, but I couldn't committ because at that point I still didn't know what I was doing and they still weren't positive about the position being available. Regardless, it was nice to be wanted and made me think about my future some. I told all of them what I firmly beleive, that working for the USOC is one of the few jobs that could pull me away from teaching, and that I even think of the possibility of moving to the
Springs to teach and working for them part time until something comes available. I'm kind of thinking that they might have something after the games, so I'll keep an ear to the ground for that. Problem is that I'm still teaching, and I love teaching. Who knows how things will end up.
((As I think about things more and more I waffle on whether or not I will be in Atlanta for another decade. I've got Rival and great friends here, the closest thing I've got to family. There are opportunities elsewhere, but pretty much the same ones here. Often I think that it will come down to what happens on the love tip for me down the road.))
So after hanging out with coworkers I went to lunch with a bunch of lifters and caught up on people's lives. It seems that if you are a Natinoal level athelte your life becomes a soap opera outside of your control. The lunch was filled with stories of problems, and people dating other people who are bad for them. Being one who likes to learn shit from other's lives it was great to listen to. Now I know I'll stay away from those Russians who belittle their girlfriends and fight with them all the time.
After lunch I hit up the Joyride small amusement park. It's kind of like Chucky Cheese. Rocked some go-carts and the worst 18 holes of minigolf ever and then went back to the campus. Filled up on gas and then went back to Denver (where there was still fucking traffic). All in all my trip to the Spring was good. It was great to see old friends and hang out. It was pretty laid back and I am cool with that. When I returned to Denver I fell the fuck out and was alseep until well after Crysta came home. Then we chilled with a glass of wine, talked about her last relationship and life in general and then she went to bed. Apparently Sam (Beth's friend) is coming home at midnight. I'm cruising some sights in Denver tomorrow (Mt. Evans) and then we're going out tomorrow to some pubs. Saturday will be a 12-14 hour haul for me, so I need to be well rested. I still don't have a stopping point in Idaho, although both Doreen and Crysta said that they know people in Boise so I might have to hit that up. Also, by ex-Boss is in Provo, which is kind of on the way. It would be nice to see him and say Hi and keep myself in the loop for future opportunities.
Finally, as I have the time to sit back and reflect on things a bit, I realize that one nice thing about my road trips is it gives me either the time or the perspective to put shit in my life in order. Maybe it is talking to people across the country, telling them my story and hearing their response, maybe it is the hours in a car to think, or maybe it is seeing the massive land of the country and gaining and understanding of how small I am. Regardless it really helps me sort stuff out. I never seem to remember what that shit is by the time I get ot the blog, but c'est la vie. Tomorrow will be the last post from Denver and them I am most likely out of commission until Seattle (whooo!!). I'm stoked to see the Pacific again from a different angle. Oh, and I'd like to that Skank for the drunk dial tonight. Later.
M
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