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The Morning Workout

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When I’m on point the appointed wake up time is 4:30 am.  Everyone in the house is asleep and doesn’t need to get up for at least an hour and a half.  Its a wonderful time of the day, it feels like the whole rest of the neighborhood is asleep.  I try to get up every day, but in reality at least  4 out of 7 days.

Its more than a morning workout, its my meditation time.  A little piece of the day that is only for me.

My workout changes from day to day, it depends on how I feel and what is on that days agenda.  I tend to go a little lighter on non Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu days.

If time permits ( which is never ), I could meander around my garage doing exercises for hours, but the 1 hour that time permits only allows me to work on.

I only get to to a subset of this list.  Foam Rolling, Mobility, Jump Rope and Burpees have to get done every day.  The rest not depends on time.

Really, ,y greatest challenge is just getting on to the mat in the morning.  My foil has been my propensity to look at my phone when i get up.  Jesus its such a time waster.    Once I open Instagram or face book in the morning I swear 20 minutes is wasted.

Getting after it in the morning sets my agenda for the whole day.  It makes a big difference.

Ahmed Rodriguez, see you in afterlife

There are some childhood friends that leave a long lasting impression on you.

My homey Ahmid Rodriguez was one of those childhood friends.

We met at PS 142 in first grade, I was a stuttering,  hyper academic, misplaced child.

My first memory of him was him pointing out that my “terrible two tones”, a pair of jeans that were white on the back and blue on the front and saying “we gotta take you shopping, because those are wack.  He didn’t make fun of me he just offered to help.  This was the beginning of a long friendship.

We both had to deal with the same daemons, haunting us. Growing up in the projects to heroine addicted mothers, we instantly bonded.

After lower school we had different academic careers, I went to Prep for Prep and got a scholarship to an elite private school while he went to the local high school, but we stayed tight.

With drug addled parents we had the run of the streets and were able to come and go as we pleased early in our lives, in our pre-teens we roamed all over the lower east side getting into innocent trouble learning about drinking, and smoking and the ins and outs of the neighborhood.  He was my link to the neighborhood, even when I was ostracized for “talking proper” or acting “too white”.

Over the years we talked sparingly, but the bond was still there. Last year I heard he passed from complications from Diabetes.    It’s so sad that he passed from what is essentially a lifestyle disease but we all must walk our own path.

Since his passing its been a blessing to reconnect with his mother and cousins.  Ahmid I love you you will not be forgotten.

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