The Rush

The Rush

Anyone who knows me will say that I’m a pretty laid-back person.  Some would say I’m so laid-back you can actually see the soles of my shoes as I’m walking.

In direct contrast to this, my interests (and some of my jobs!) have always involved extreme levels of intensity.

For the most part, I get involved in an activity and it totally consumes me.  I don’t mind not being the best at what I do – but I will put every part of my soul into finding out just how well I can do something!  Then, I’ll move onto the next thing…

Even from when I was an early teen, I found that I got a very intense rush from writing poems and stories.  The experience was almost like being sick – scribbling out the words all at once and then sitting back feeling relief.  Calm.

The band came next.  Playing the bass or taking on vocal duties for a band is pretty extreme – but the buzz you get from stepping onto a stage in front of people can completely overwhelm some people.  I found I thrived on it!

And not just folk music, of course – my choice was thrash, death metal, grindcore – anything fast and loud!

I never had a massive interest in sports at school until I got to do things my way.

None of the pansy-assed school soccer or rugby – I got out there and joined a full kit US Football team, and let my psychosis carry me through!

People say US Football is all stop-starty – but I bet they’ve never played it.  In the time the ball isn’t actually moving, before that whistle blows, the anticipation is immense.

You’re about to smash your way through people who will try to seriously injure you – and everyone is wearing bloody armour so they can hit each other even harder!  If you think THAT is ‘a bit boring’ then you’re a -ing idiot!

Next came the clubbing days.  Not seals – the music type.  Hard as bastardy techno and trance… Dancing like a loon through the night to it…

Each thing seeemd to be getting more extreme – more intense.

Then I bought a motorbike – not for a rush, but just to get me to work.

If only I would have known years before… I still say my bike is the best thing I’ve ever bought in my life.

I guess looking back it’s no surprise I’d get into sportsbikes, where I can experience 1000hp per tonne blasting me to 60mph in under 3 seconds, and stupid lean angles as I scrape my knees on the tarmac at over 100mph!

Not many would have pegged me for getting a cruiser motorcycle and plodding around on it just for the image!  Give me the foetal position at 190mph any day!

Most of these previous things apart from bikes have fallen by the wayside now.  I do still demonstrate martial arts in almost every aspect of my life (and a lot of those activities above!), but I think even that peaked a few years back when I was sparring with friends for hours every single night preparing for a no holds barred tournament.  Now I still learn new techniques, but hardly do any proper training – so you can bet I’m weak and slow compared to how I was.

The bike thing is still going strong, and earlier this week I had this arrive on my doorstep:

MSA ARDS National B Racing License

That’s my car racing license!

For the last few months I’ve been totally immersing myself in the Skip Barber race manual learning ungodly amounts of stuff about race car physics and techniques, so the intensity for driving racing cars has already hit me.

Just wait until I slide myself into that single seater for the first time, and we’ll see what kind of rush I get from this one.

The way I see it – if you’re not constantly chasing that rush, you’re doing it wrong!

 

Crappy US Football Is Too Stop-Starty!

Crappy US Football Is Too Stop-Starty!

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People in England always say about how American Football is far too stop-starty, but they’re fooling themselves.

The great thing about US football is that from the split second that whistle blows until (just after) if blows again, it’s 100% intensity and commitment.  You have to have total awareness or you’ll get murdered.

I assume the people saying it’s stop-starty are comparing it wih rugby and soccer… when if you think about it for 90% of the game in those you’re jogging about half-assedly barely even paying attention.  How’s that better than giving it absolutely everything you’ve got and then stopping to discuss the next best way to give it everything again?

Until you’ve played in full kit you really can’t appreciate how intense it all is.

When you’re playing, believe me when I say it doesn’t stop.

The other big whinge most Brits have is “They wear all that padding, the big puffs!”.

First off, I was watching some of the Six Nations rugby yesterday (my first time watching rugby in a long time), and I was very surprised to see that not only are a lot of players wearing head guards now, but many also appeared to be wearing shoulder pads?!  So that’s pissed on your bonfire!

Having played both, I understand how totally different the two sports are.  Sure, rugby is hard, but if you haven’t got the ball and have no intention of getting it, you won’t find some 300lb linebacker is suddenly all you see before sky, ground and pain.

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That ‘padding’ in US Football is also very convenient to use to try and hurt whoever you’re hitting.  Again, if you haven’t played in full kit you’ll never be able to appreciate how hard people hit BECAUSE of the ‘padding’.

It’s a brutal game.  It’s very tribal and primitive, and even much like a small scale war.

If you haven’t played it (and I notice that I’ve NEVER met anyone who’s actually played who still thinks it’s for pansies), then you’re missing out on an extreme experience!

And on that note, today is Superbowl Sunday!

Tonight, my favourite team – The Pittsburgh Steelers – will take on what is probably my second favourite team – The Green Bay Packers – in the Greatest Show On Earth.

It’s just a shame about the adverts….

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So I have beer and snacks in, and can’t -ing wait for what should be a great match up!

*waves his Terrible Towel*

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Enter The Lair Of A Nasty Evil Ninja

Enter The Lair Of A Nasty Evil Ninja

I could go on for days about who I am, what I’m into, and how I live my life.

For once, I’m not going to do that!  In my simplest form, this is me:

Today is a good day to die.  If I’ve lived my life to the full, then I should be able to say this each and every day.  It means I’ve done as much as I can do.

The problem with this is that to be able to say this you have to plan to get off your ass and do stuff in the future!

So in reality, if I died today I’d be pretty pissed off that I didn’t get to ride around Oulton Park again, or jump out of a plane like I’m planning on doing as soon as possible.

Shit, this is getting longer already.  OK scrap that…

Biking is so much of my life that it’s virtually a religion to me.  I am a Biker.  I ride sportsbikes and love them, and have done for the last 10 years.

Balanced with this is martial arts and again this pervades every area and moment of my life.  I started martial arts training when I was 8 years old.  I’m a true modern day Ninja.

I’ve done lots of weird and wonderful activities from playing bass and doing death metal vocals in bands, playing on one of the top British American football teams, have Grade 3 Foil & Sabre in fencing, and can ride a horse.

My jobs are equally as ad-hoc – from factory work to Specialist Surveillance to motorcycle courier.  I’m now an Office Monkey.

There are many more to both of the above…

I try to cut the crap from my life.  There are only ever 2 types of problem:

  1. A problem that you can do something about – in which case DO IT!
  2. A problem that you can’t do anything about – in which case what the Hell are you wasting time worrying about it for?

This unclutters your life and priorities so much most people will never even believe it – let alone try it.

I’m a bit of a loner.  I don’t make enough effort with family and friends.  I hope they understand that this isn’t because I don’t like or care for them any less, but it’s just my way.  Someone from 20 years ago could walk back in my life today and I’d embrace them as my best friend still – until they prove otherwise.

I love the extreme sides of life, and am prepared to take risks and try almost anything.  I also quite like routine sometimes.

I’m a contradiction like every last fucking one of you!

This is my life.  Welcome aboard…