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The wheelchair rolled up to the toy store entrance but did not go in. The aisles were just too narrow and busy for it. He waited by the entrance. I don't know why it caught my attention but it just did. His grandson ran out the store and yelled about a great toy he found in the store. He explained to his grandfather everything about it. The chatter was sweet and sad at the same time. I noticed the man's legs. He was wearing shorts. His legs were swollen, bandaged and looked raw. He was clearly suffering but kept up... Continue reading
Posted Jun 10, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
D-Day. Here we are on June 6th again. That day of high drama, great hopes, shattering fears and both death and glory. Yet I always go back to each day. How each day we are faced with great hopes, fears, compromise and telling our story the best way we know how. On this special day, don't give up on your dream. Don't compromise your values. Don't sell yourself short. Don't hold grudges. Don't hold back. Don't be afraid to speak your mind with honest conviction. Make it a personal D-Day. Leave behind all the small stuff. Today think and act... Continue reading
Posted Jun 6, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
The morning ritual. For us it is 6:30 am. Workout clothes on. First cup of coffee done. Water bottle filled Johnny Cash on the radio....the Man In Black. Crossfit is waiting. An hour later, the sweat covers every section of clothes. The water bottle is drained. You look like you just stepped out of a long hot shower. The day is now ready to be met. A few high fives. A few more fist pumps and a thank you for another great way to start the day. Feeling alive. Working out to failure is the goal. It was a success... Continue reading
Posted Jun 2, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
The Harley and the Triumph patiently waited. As the garage door opened and the sunlight peaked through the motorcycles woke up. Sound odd. Maybe but I believe it is true. As we saddled up and rolled them out it just felt great to be back on the road. In thinking about living ageless never forget to play. Whether it is motorcycles or some other risk taking activity keep at it. It is not over till it is over. Why stop way before the stop sign. Don't even yield. The bikes rolled on through the streets heading to Crossfit. The only... Continue reading
Posted May 27, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
Travel. It helps us connect with that part of us that gets soggy by the daily routine. The soggy part. All weighed down by stuff, meetings, faux important moments until you break away. You sit in an ancient ruin and touch the paintings from 3,000 years ago. You wander through fairy chimneys in Rose Valley, Cappadocia and feel the drama of an age long gone. In Fethiye you sit in a farm house and watch and eat a lunch prepared on a wood fire in the fireplace. As you sit on the pillows on the floor you marvel at the... Continue reading
Posted May 20, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
A culture. A philosophy. A way of seeing the world. A view. Your take on it all. As we sat sipping wine at the wonderful Villa Mandarin just outside of Fethiye, Turkey, we witnessed a view of life that was so refreshing. First, it was a view of life. Not stuff, possessions, things, acquisitions or positions to be captured, at any cost. It was about life. As we toasted another spendid day in Turkey, our new friend said... "I have all I want here now. A roof, a glass of wine, fresh made food, friends and my health. Tell me... Continue reading
Posted May 18, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
It is the combination, the mixture, the juxtaposition of all the pieces that gets the mind, spirit and soul racing. You hear the call to prayer from the loudspeakers. It is beautiful and compelling. You see the flag waving in the breeze. Red. Crescent moon. Star. You see the crystal clear blue water. The steps leading from your villa down to the bar/restaurant with lounge chairs nestled against the wood/stone deck and the Aegean Sea. You hear guitars in the distance playing slow, thoughtful songs. It is Sunday. It is Bodrum, Turkey. It makes you reflect on life and all... Continue reading
Posted May 13, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
We sat around the table at a restaurant overlooking the aegean sea. The Turkish riviera. We just flew in from Istanbul after flying in to Istanbul from the airport a hour away from Capadocia. What a day. How do you end up anywhere. How did it exactly happen. Why us. Why here. Decisions of a life. Can you narrow it to five. Five choices that you made that put you on one path and not the other. Were they risky. Easy. Safe. Did you see your life bigger than others saw their lifes or just different. Did you believe in... Continue reading
Posted May 12, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
How to explain any of it. How to process any of it. Maybe just describing it is the starting point. Istanbul. The history. The authentic feel. The busy streets. The timelessness. The agelessness. We have been here five days now. From Topkapi Palace to the Blue Mosque to the Grand Bizaar to the corner restaurants to a city in both Europe and Asia to the hustle and flow of it all, it releases you from your bounds. It is liberating to all the senses. As each day goes by you feel more. More of your own essence that has been... Continue reading
Posted May 8, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
13 minutes and 7 seconds. Each second was relevant. Each second counted. Each second had meaning. Crossfit. 100 of this, 21-15-9 of that and that and the other. Done in 13 minutes and 7 seconds. Now we are off to Istanbul. Each minute and each second has meaning. Purpose. Not just in pushing yourself to complete an exercise but in living each moment to its full potential. Seven seconds. What can you do with it. Don't ignore it. They tell the story of a life and the value you place on time and your time in that life. Seven seconds.... Continue reading
Posted May 3, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
What is the target. What exactly are you shooting for. What are you aiming to hit. What is the bullseye in the center of your shot. Why did you even pick up the bow and arrow in the first place. Is it about acquiring stuff. Is it about winning something. Is it finding the hidden treasure. Is it being first in some rat race contest. Or is there no target at all. Has the focus been off from day one. The target has just been too small. Expand your vision. See beyond the bullseye. It is the picking up the... Continue reading
Posted Apr 29, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
You're kidding me. That was the first thought that came to mind. You got to be kidding me. How many rope climbs. How many rowing sprints. How may sit ups. How many kettle bell swings. How many push ups. In what period of time. You got to be kidding. After it was over it all seemed surreal and crazy. Crazy good Surreal real. As we walked out of Crossfit my only thought was that I love watching her do all it and then laugh. She looks at me and says....crazy. Good. It is her birthday next week. I forgot her... Continue reading
Posted Apr 26, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
The rain came down in buckets. It was exquisite. The sky just opened up and sheets of water kept falling. The ground got super soaked. The pool became an eternity pool. The flowers turned their brightest colors. And then, suddenly, it stopped. The sky became empty of rain. Do you remember the first heavy rain. I remember one rain in particular. It was a long time ago. The kids in the neighborhood were outside playing stick ball. The rain divided the street. It literally rained only on half one side of the street and the other half side was sunny.... Continue reading
Posted Apr 22, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
How do you measure a good day. How do you define a good day. What makes up a perfect morning. Or afternoon moment. Or late night get away. Today it was morning coffee while listening to The Band. The Weight always takes me on a journey. Then a Saturday Crossfit that got the heart racing...push presses to a one rep max, burpees, wall balls...was the number really a 100. On the drive home the haunting Alan Jackson song....Remember When plays. With each day we create our remember whens. Live fully now so your remember whens are truly joyful moments to... Continue reading
Posted Apr 21, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
Can you sit in silence. Can you just let your mind wander aimlessly. Not trying to figure anything out or resolve any issue. Just sit in silence and take it all in. The exquisite moment. Do you appreciate that that silent moment will never be again. You just being with you. No noise. No chatter. Just the purity of a silent second of time. Sometimes I think people think of seconds like they were pennies. You know....not taking it seriously. But there is nothing more serious than that solitary, silent moment. In that moment, courage is found. In that moment,... Continue reading
Posted Apr 19, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
So here we are. Back at that college class of your life. The textbook was purchased. The classes were attended. You studied as best as you could. In fact, the class was well attended. The final exam was rough though. The final exam was one question. In bold print at the top of the page. You could write as much or as little as you chose. It was not quantity that counted but quality. WHAT IS THE LESSON OF YOUR LIFE. What is the take away of your story. Who did you help along the way. What is the legacy... Continue reading
Posted Apr 14, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
We stood there exhausted from the Crossfit work out of the day. Dead lifts, box jumps, ring dips over and over as the clock ticked down from 25 minutes to 0. Afterward we sat around talking about why. Why push. Why extreme. Why now. The conversation turned to optimism and pessimism. It turned to always striving to get to the next level no matter the day, time or age or giving in to the naysayers that stop for some excuse your age...or you'll hurt yourself...or don't have the time. Well we feel ageless. Doing nothing is more hurtful then... Continue reading
Posted Apr 12, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
The motorcycles turned off route 287 just outside of Longmont and headed up to Carter Lake. It was a winding road that passed ranches, acres of empty land and massive, out of a movie, horse farms. Then at the top is Carter Lake. Sail boats dot the water. The mountain peaks rise above the lake. It is surreal. It is simply beautiful. Folks were walking in and out of the marina store and there was a bar down the end of the road. We wandered aimlessly. Then headed on back through Longmont on the way back to Niwot. I didn't... Continue reading
Posted Apr 10, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
If love is ageless. If friendship is ageless. If caring is ageless. If kindness is ageless. If nobility is ageless. If honor is ageless. If the soul is ageless. If learning is ageless. If decency is ageless. If humor is ageless. Then don't be sidetracked. Experiment with ageless. Don't buy into the nonsense of ageism. Don't let others make you feel less. What really matters is always ageless and timeless. Maybe that is the answer. Simply express your true nature. That is ageless. Be the ageless experiment. Continue reading
Posted Apr 7, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
The furniture was moved to the sides of the room. The rented folding chairs were carefully placed around the folding tables that were set up in the middle of the now more open living room. The table clothes were spread across the tables and the settings were neatly placed at each seat. When everyone arrived the time could not have been more joyful if it were linen, fine china and crystal. The age didn't matter. Every generation was represented. Yet it was seamless in the connections. I realized then what it was. Love is ageless. Love is timeless. The food... Continue reading
Posted Apr 7, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
We are back at the gate. But it is totally different now. Over 2 years of reflection, journaling and crossfitting has made it so. Body, mind and spirit have joined as one. No duality. The gate has been passed. The road is open. The sky is clear. It is time. Always has been. The ageless experiment. Continue reading
Posted Apr 5, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
What do you miss most. What do you long for the most. It usually is something so simple. So elementary. The good humor ice cream truck coming around the corner on a summer afternoon. The summers were longer back then. We always yelled to our mom that we heard the ice cream truck and begged for the change to get our favorite. Putting playing cards on the bike spokes with a clothing pin so the bike sounded like a motorcycle as we pretended to be fighting some grand enemy in some foreign land. If only we could recapture the simple.... Continue reading
Posted Apr 2, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
The last cool car. That's what we called it. We know it is just a car. But there are so many choices. There are so many reasons to go sensible. Especially with the price of gas. And then you go with the last cool car that you will own. Have you ever done that. Left sensible behind. Do something because it just feels like you should. Making a statement to yourself. Not done yet. Still have one more cool car left. The ageless experiment. Continue reading
Posted Apr 1, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
The gentle soul. The sweet child. The innocent stare. The accepting look. The agreeable disposition. The opening heart . The found moment. The quiet touch. The honest smile. The noble gesture. The honorable acknowledge. When did you lose those qualities. Do you still have them. Are they in hiding. Can you recapture them. It is not hard to do. You just have to go back and remember why. Then move forward. The ageless experiment. Continue reading
Posted Mar 31, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog
The underdog. The left behind. The last chosen. The different from the others one. The unique one. The special one. Protect them. Defend them. Give them an opportunity. Show them that they matter just as they are. They are the ones that make the difference. They are the ones who shine in colors that we never imagined. They are the ones that connect each of us to our higher qualities. They are the ones that can lead the way. I saw him walking through the parking lot. He was bent over from some back deformity. He was kind of dragging... Continue reading
Posted Mar 30, 2012 at Paulrlipton's blog