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

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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.

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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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