Run a new race and see what happens

Yesterday I ran in my first race. I have no background in playing sports whatsoever. I have never been a gym rat either.

So when a good friend asked me to run the peachtree road race, I didn’t think it was a good idea. I didn’t think I would be able to do it. I don’t have running shoes or running close. Also I would rather do something else on the 4th of July than run for 6 and a half miles.

With all of these background conversations running in my head, I quickly said yes to his request. I stepped out on faith, even though I didn’t know what I was doing.

I only trained for a few days and I might have stretched twice for about 2 minutes each time. I didn’t change my diet in any way. You could say I really didn’t train at all.

I also had only gotten an average of 5 hours of sleep each night for the past three nights. None of that stopped me from getting up at 5:30 am to prepare for the race.

That morning I was heading into town to participate in my first race. When I got about 6 blocks from the race start, I noticed car being turned around and the roads were blocked. As soon as I got out of the car it started raining and I didn’t have an umbrella or poncho.

I had to walk six blocks in the rain just to get to the starting line. By the time I got to the starting line my shoes and clothes were wet from the rain. There was also thunder and lightning that morning, so the race was delayed due to the weather.

None of this discouraged me form running the race. I didn’t know why, I just knew that I had to run this race.

I did run the race, I finished the race and I enjoyed the race. I enjoyed the race so much that I have already committed to running at least one race ever year.
This experience has also inspired me to getting back in shape.

I’m amazed at how great something can turn out, especially when it was something I didn’t really want to do and didn’t know how to do. by doing something you have no idea how to do. Sometimes nothing will go your way and you still have to move forward, step out on faith. believe that things will work out for the best and they will.

My request for my readers is going out a run a new race and see what happens.mike blocker peachtree road race 2015

Your weave ruined my day


1988, life was great, summer of my senior year.  I was 18, tall and lean, and introduced to fake hair.  Her name was strong, her hair was long, she was dating a good friend of mine. I planned a trip, rented a whip(Car), I thought we’d have a great time. That’s not how it went.

Lashif and I decided to take our respective girlfriends to Great Adventure in Jackson New Jersey. I was dating a girl named Rhonda and his girlfriend was named Alexis. This was the biggest thing that I had ever planned involving others. So I was excited to be the host of a great day trip. We all enjoyed amusement parks, so this was a win,win,win,win situation, if such thing a exist.

The park was about an hour and a half ride from where we lived in Jersey. We wanted to spend the whole day at the park, so we left around 8 am that morning. By 10:30 we were in the park. I suggested that we start with the rides with the longest lines, this normally ment that these were the funnest rides. So we headed to the biggest and best roller coaster at that time.  We get to the entry point to the line , which was already about a 45 min wait, and Alexis and Rhonda both announce that they didn’t want to mess up their hair. When they first said it, I was quite sure what they meant. I thought they were talking about wearing a hat, a scarf or something. I didn’t want to even imagine that they  weren’t going to ride anything, and that’s  exactly what happen. That’s exactly what happen. They both refused to ride anything that moved fast or involved water. This pretty much covered all the fun rides.

Lashif and I were very upset about this, because we wanted to have a couples outing. It turned out that it was more like a guys night out , with female chaperones. Lashif and I rode all the good rides by ourselves and the girls just wanted for us. We also ende up cutting the day short because they weren’t enjoying themselves that much, but their hair looked good. Having good hair was more important to them than having a good time.

This was  the first time that I had ever experienced a woman not wanting to do something because she didn’t want to mes up her hair. I was really bothered by this. I didn’t know that a hair-do was so important. This was my first real encounter with fake hair and it was bad. It was after that I started to look for fake hair in black woman, because I was now assuming that all woman with fake hair weren’t fun. They are more concerned about how they look than about enjoying life.  Maybe this wasn’t true, but it was true for me at that time.

Fast forward, two years later I went to the Six Flag amusement park in Atlanta, this time with a white woman. There wasn’t a conversation about the up keep of her hair. She put it in a pony tail and we were off and running. We rode damn near every ride in the park. we even rode a few  of the roller coasters twice. we had a great time.

It really bothered me that I wasn’t able to have as good of a time with a black woman as I was with a white woman, and to know that it was due to the preservation of a hair do, made with fake hair.  After that I had many more experiences with black woman and the “Don’t Touch  My Hair”  rule.  There was this one sister that I dated that would get all glam up to go anywhere. Then when she got to where she was going she would try to move as little as possible, because she didn’t want anything to fall out-of-place.  Sometime these things happened with woman who had real hair, either way here again a hair-do was limiting my fun.

Am I the only one out there that has had experiences like this? I want to hear from you. Have any of you had to limit you fun because you were with someone who had a high maintenance hair-do that they didn’t want to mess up? I’m also open to hearing from some women who love their hair that much, fake or not. Talk to me people.