I am not
I am not dead. That may come as a shock to
some of you, considering I haven't updated
my blog in a month. That may disappoint
some of you. Others may be elated to find
out that I'm not dead, but I am sure that
most of you are indifferent.
The World Series of Torture--I mean
poker--is finally over and I have made my
way back to home in Utah. The WSOP takes a
huge toll on my physical and emotional body
and I am glad it's over.
I did not miss a single proscribed workout
during the entire WSOP and I got plenty of
sleep and only went out with friends once
during the entire seven weeks I was in
Vegas. In spite of getting adequate rest
and eating fairly well, I am still
exhausted. That will pass.
After living in Vegas for seven weeks, I
can understand why crime rates are higher
there. The heat made me crazy and my
patience was almost non-existent at times.
Sitting in traffic in the heat while taking
in the lovely architecture that has been
decorated with graffiti by Vegas's finest
artists could push anyone to the edge. I
had almost forgotten how different my home
is until the on the way home, when I pulled
into a gas station in a small town in Utah.
The owner of the gas station came out of
the garage, grabbed a windshield washer and
started cleaning my windshield while I
pumped the gas. He asked if I wanted him to
check my oil. He did, and afterwards
checked the air in my tires. The left-front
tire was five pounds low, so he filled it
up for me. We bullshitted the whole time
and I almost cried when I got back into my
car and realized just how different Vegas
and Utah are. The fast pace, the shining
lights and fake eyelashes might be just
thing for some people, but I'll take
courteous store clerks, a yard where I can
leave the bikes out overnight and falling
asleep to the sounds of frogs in the pond
across the street instead. In fact, make
mine a double.
I'll be getting back into the swing of
writing frequently. In order to survive the
WSOP, I went into an Emergency-Systems-Only
mode, but since the Klingons have flown
away, life will be returning to normal
(whatever that means).