Once Upon A Time...

Before moving to Los Angeles my favorite place to visit in the city during work trips was Culver City Stairs.  Sad to say that it'll be a year in a few weeks and I've only been once. 

The one time I went just so happens to be day I had a conference call, I had shaved and was was pretending to be "Detroit Red."

Question: Would you consider Culver City Stiars hiking? I think this is a prime example of when it's appropriate to use air quotes in conversation.  This is definitely what I consider "hiking."






In The Meantime

If you only know me from social media then you may not know just how much I love GOD and that I am just as committed to showing up to Sunday service as I am about posting pictures about running.  If you know me in real life you may not know how much I love God either, but I'm working on that.

Like running, my relationship with God has only gotten stronger since moving to Los Angeles. A large part of my new found faith is because I discovered ONE CHURCH LA. Say what you want about a church filled with celebrities and industry people; I did the same, but "in the meantime" while questioning the intentions of everyone in the service, I stayed faithful and found a church that I actually enjoy.

"In the meantime," was the title of Sunday's message, which referenced how we operate between those time when we have highlights.  While some learned how to appreciate "the meantime" during the service, I learned how to feel about it.

See, I love "the meantime." I'm the guy who sits in traffic, gets certified to run, before changing my IG handle to @RUNWITHB and find it difficult to enjoy the meantime while constantly attempting to explain that I'm growing, practicing and conditioning when others are attempting to push me into various directions.

Although I knew how to appreciate the meantime, I know how to operate when others who don't appreciate the meantime fail to understand.


I consistently search for new gym motivation. Some weeks it's my desire for abs, other weeks it's too get some good treadmill workouts, but lately my motivation to get to the gym is to read "Awaken the Giant Within," by Tony Robbins.  

Since moving to LA and no longer relying on public transportation I've found that my reading has dramatically decreased. I've completed two books since moving to the West Coast, but found that I really like to read in the sauna. Thirty minutes of reading and sweating has become my new win / win. Sometimes it's an unnecessary conversation started from others in the sauna who have read the book, but often times it's a decent way for me to block out my surroundings and focus on myself. 


What Role Does Procrastination Play in Your Life?

I usually describe how I feel as a single parent who has to raise a kid while doing for themselves. In this situation, I'm the kid and the parent and I get worn out trying to manage everything that's going on while sorting out everything I need/want to do.

i'm beginning to think that i force myself into isolation as means to not procrastinate.  once alone and faced with a small window of time I find myself actually working.

i've been fighting sleep since 9:30pm, but a few people from New York are in town and I made tentative plans to catch up with them tonight. Since i'm working on not flaking on friends, I decided to be stay awake and be productive, while waiting for plans. Being that NYC doesn't sleep, I anticipate everyone to be on New York time, so my night could easily start after midnight. 

versus just waiting around, I decided to attempt to make up for lost time.  I did some work, made (another) dinner, watched Bishop Jakes, and did a few writing prompts from New York Times, this being a modified version of one of them.

Blueberry waffles with riced cauliflower, broccoli, mushrooms and sugar free syrup. 

Blueberry waffles with riced cauliflower, broccoli, mushrooms and sugar free syrup. 

being that I didn't get around to the important things today, i'm not too thrilled.  Studying for the personal training exam has to become my #1 priority, but I don't make time for it.  I have about 5 weeks left to take the exam, which means I have to start some intense studying. 



Luckily, I've been fortunate, to have some good people around who continue to keep me accountable for #treadrun. I'm behind on the business side of things, but have been able to develop plans with the much needed help.

tomorrow I don't want to procrastinate so if I somehow cleaned the dishes and made it the gym by 6am, started laundry and emails by 8:30am, and had a tentative budget over to my accountant by 10am, it would be a miracle.

... I can happily say I stayed awake, got some work done and now I'm going to sleep.



It's Friday night, I didn't get paid and I'm sitting in a hispanic laundromat in downtown Los Angeles.


It hadn't hit me that I would be bored tonight until around 5pm when my girlfriend (GF), who was heading to an acting gig, told me she wasn't going to be back home until "late late" as she headed downstairs to catch her Lyft. She had invited me to set, but I didn't want to be the creep hanging around the crafty table & questioning what is and isn't vegan while stealing chips & peanuts.  Instead, I figured I would let her be great at work & hit the streets. Anticipating watching my friends choose & be chose while I play wingman until my GF got off work, I started the group chat like an old pro (or an old man) returning for a good time...

"What's happening tonight?!," I texted. I wanted to seem like I hadn't been happily spending Friday nights with my girlfriend at home for the past few months. 

I thought I was going to be instructed to meet up at a bar, preferably The Dime, or uber to someones house before going to somebody's something, yet I was only reminded that I wasn't in New York and that I'm almost 30 with grown ass friends.

Guy:  Laundry & gym!! 😝😝😝

Girl: I'm just cleaning and about to wash my hair and work on crap.

Me: I'm about to do laundry too. Lol But I assume that this is the adult way of everyone telling me they aren't event interested in doing shit later tonight.

Knowing that I would have to entertain myself tonight vs playing wingman I wasted no time. I smoked a bowl, then I cooked - my GF doesn't have a microwave so I had to remove the brown rice from the microwaveable bag and prepare in the skillet - smoked again, text my girl, sent random "What's Up? " messages to a few friends outside of LA, and cued up Xfinity to catch up on TV, which involves me tapping into my Aunt & Uncle's DVR in Virginia and streaming it on my MacBook.  

I resorted to a mashup of GIRLS (HBO), porn and Instagram.  After some more bowl hits and two hours of laughing at aimless White girls do White girl shit it was only 8 o'clock and I was faced with the decision of going to sleep, waiting up for my girlfriend, or going to sleep. I decided to do that laundry I had referenced, after convincing myself that laundry is exactly what Jesus would do if he were high and alone at his GF's house on a Friday night.  Another bowl hit as I gathered my laundry and proceeded to the basement. As I prepared to load the washer, I felt like my Friday night needed to end better than this so I opted to  walk to the neighborhood laundromat to "get some air," some Oreos; which I just read were Vegan, & duck into a bar while my clothes washed. With my beanie, tattered shirt & Birkenstocks I highly walked to the laundromat feeling like I was going to win tonight, but after arriving and lapping around the laundromat looking for an attendant or quarters dispenser I realized that this wasn't going to be the cool hipster experience I was looking for. Instead I wasted 10 minutes & lost $4, before realizing that I had to get a laundry card from 7-Eleven. 


I preceded to 7-Eleven, got my Oreos, a money card and I started my laundry; Satisfied with the Oreos and somewhat salty about losing my $4 in the machines I decided to sideline my local bar search and just post up in the laundromat. 

Surprisingly, It's not much to do in a Hispanic laundramat. There are a lot of kids running around & spinning in laundry carts, druggies asking for change & people like me, who bury their faces into a phone, turn up their headphones and pretend to not be paying attention.

After a few wasted minutes my Instagram Explorer page & halfway into the wash cycle, I realized that I had become a hiding pole in this game of hide & go seek that the kids had started playing. There wasn't many places to hide so the strategy was to simply have enough space to run back to safety, however, one kid had a plan that involved me. Before I could object or ask a parent to come get their child, a kid jumped up, crawled behind me and I had become an epic ass hiding spot, where he eventually gave up because his friends have given up on finding them.  And while I didn't make it to a bar, I was still able to play wingman to the random kid and my Friday night was complete.