Published on Oct 29, 2004 by in Uncategorized

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Coach Ilg,

Thanks for the snow(shoe) hit. We are still waiting to the good white stuff up here in the Great White North. I have been a WF follower since 1986 or whenever WF was in Outside. I own a copy The Winter Athlete. �Although my sporting love is running, Coach Ilg’s statement from the article still inspires me….. “Success in cross-country skiing is all about how much pain you are willing to bear.”

It applies to all cardio events and really to life.

Thanks for Direct Lines which only discovered 6 months ago. I will miss it when it goes.

– Dave B

Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

***Noble Fitness Warrior David B –

thank you for the kind words! No need to worry about DL going anywhere but UP! stay tuned for

great upgrades to your Personal Practice of Wholistic Fitness!

i bow to you,

coach ilg



Coaches,

Oh, Ilgster…snidely belittling my beloved Red Sox. How could you?! Even this hockey-and-mountain yogi knows that �

baseball (the game, not the league) is the greatest invention in the history of human civilization. It’s techie, it’s poetry; it’s �

fast, it’s slow, it’s timeless; it’s urban, it’s pastoral…it’s magic!

And the Red Sox triumph…oh, the generational joy it has unleashed cannot be overstated. I cried last night! I’ve been �

having unexplained laughing jags for the past few days, with broad smiles appear for no apparent reason. It feels like the �

forces of light are once again on the march in the uni-verse.



*Long time WF Online Student Luke Smith (Teacher Sheader Clan)

celebrates the Red Sox victory with his faithful animal companion, Spooner.



My first response was to call my New England homeland and �

share the emotion with my 80-year-old father (and make sure �

he didn’t have a heart attack)…he, too, was crying (as was my �

brother in Utah). That all three of us were able to live to see �

this day…ecstasy! And I have every belief that the difference �

this year was that a dear friend of mine’s young son, �

inexplicably born a Yankee fan, this summer came over to the �

side of light, tearing off his Yankee jersey at Fenway Park one �

day and dancing on it. We’re talking generational flow/chi/

pran here, brother! Ahh!

Another reason — a very WF reason — for the Sox’s success is �

that this year, they let go the conscious mind and played with �

heart, with soul. Many times this playoff the Sox were quoted �

as saying things like, “We just play, we don’t think. Our bodies �

know how to play the game…thinking just gets in the way.” �

I’m butchering the quotes unfortunately, but they were very �

WF-ish.

Sure, they have flat asses and big bellies, and they chew �

tobacco. But I have hope for them, along with all other beings. �

And that hope is noticeably stronger today, the result of this �

triumph of goodness and light.

Anyway…

Congrats on the SoCal snow. Gonna get some snowfun in this �

weekend here in Alaska, too.

Take care, fellas.

Luke

PS: Spooner, of course, didn’t know what to make of my �

jumping around and whooping and hollering and laughing �

and crying. He just shook his head and went back to sleep. �

But then, he’s wiser than all of us human-folk.

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