On my most recent business trip to the Wasatch Range, the master of ceremonies and I were able to drop a few 45lbs plates and pull a few lower back muscles (freaking hate dead lifts!). It is nice to visit the Great Salt Lake Valley, which is my vocational equivalent of a mullet; business in the front of the day, party on the back side of the evening. This trip had special significance too. We were getting the base line for the challenge to end all challenges... or possibly the most lack luster epic fail of my thirties. Either way it marked the office start to the "Dunk by 38!" challenge.
Enjoy a brief Youtube video...
http://youtu.be/bT6EBw8n3NE
If our estimates are accurate, I will need to increase vertical leap by 6 inches in under eleven months. Or hit a mid-life vertical growth spurt around August. The theater of my mind is a one-man carnival relying heavily on the mechanics of the program designed by the House of Pain's landlord... Jaron is the harbinger of my round-two physical development; so considering the adjacent possibilities for a 37 year old, 6'2" white guy, we know it's a lofty goal. This may be a serious game of out crazying crazy. If he can't convince my legs to leap, he might have to confuse the ego into believing this white guy is gonna jump.
The inspiration for this challenge is twofold. First part coming from my oldest younger brother who once introduced me as, "the brother that got all the height but wasted it on swimming." And secondly, the narcissistic injury of having a limitation like age and ability. I may be decades away from adult diapers and yelling at the butcher for conspiring to euthanizing me slowly with his devilish mustard-mayonnaise sauce, but I know that times be a change'n. So before this chef of word soup gets sent to pasture and still has spring in his chicken legs... Weez gonna dunk that ball!
Saturday, March 9, 2013
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