My friend Cody is nice enough to let me use his garage gym while I'm here in San Diego so a big thanks to him for that. Drop mats, bumper plates, olympic bars, rings, battle ropes, a plyo-box, a jump rope, and kettlebells make this better than 90% of the "gyms" in the world.
We've been staying with friends while back in San Diego. One of those friends mentioned to me last night:
The problem with being an adventurer is that you'll never again belong in any one place.
I'm no Ernest Shackleton but I can already feel that vibe a bit. I feel like an outsider in circles that I used to feel a oneness with. I've got a little bit in common with a lot of people but it gets harder and harder to find people that I can fully relate to.
On the flip side I've met way more people over the last year than any other year of my life. Not only have I made new friends, but some of them are terribly interesting. Taking it a step further, our friendship began and continued on the sea and although that sounds corny it really does mean something.
Regardless of all that, we're here in San Diego to do a few things but equipment for the South Pacific is high on the agenda. A watermaker, a windvane, a life raft, and various other big ticket items are on the shopping list as well as spare parts and a refresh of tropical consumeables.
And of course I'm trying to be in the office every day. And since it's now midnight, I'll say goodnight so I can not be catatonic in the morning.