HF, people, the caber is a flagpole. That’s not a metaphor. It’s an actual steel FLAGPOLE. And the center of gravity is eight feet above your head.
Today’s lesson from Coach Beth was just how to “pick the caber,” i.e. flick it up into the stirrup of your hands. But J-dog was a “no-go” at that station.
Saints preserve us. At Woodland, my goal is just going to be to pick the caber, period. Anything after that will be a cherry on top.
The Dog in Chief writes about the flourishing of embodied souls. In practice, that means a lot of content about exercise, the outdoors, strength, and the comedy of errors called cultivating character and happiness.
In his innermost life, the Dog is a serious Buddhist--crappy and disobedient, but still very serious--and writes about such things professionally. In this blog they are seldom at center stage, but they are usually nearby in the background.
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HF, people, the caber is a flagpole. That’s not a metaphor. It’s an actual steel FLAGPOLE. And the center of gravity is eight feet above your head.
