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  • Dumbbell Snatch (with Sample Routine)

    I love the dumbbell snatch. It’s one of the exercises I perform simply because enjoy it. I dig the sensation of moving the weight fast and the sting when my feet hit the floor. Lucky for me, the dumbbell snatch translated perfectly to baseball. Picture Andrelton Simmons going from an athletic position to leaping up…

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  • Harnessing Stress

    Stress may kill, but stressful situations can bring out the absolute best in us. If we can identify our heightened sense of focus in emotionally elevated situations while staying below our personal redlines, we can use our stress like a powerful drug. From artofmanliness.com: If you’re like many people, you likely experienced small cognitive and physical breakdowns…

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  • Karmic Reflections

    I believe in karma. I believe in it conceptually, anyway. Words are tricky, particularly in the English language where each one has multiple definitions. In a dictionary, you might find this on karma.  (in Hinduism and Buddhism) the sum of a person’s actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate…

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  • Interns

    Kaplifestyle is seeking a few dedicated, driven individuals to assist on specific projects and overall business growth. What we need: Experience and interest in graphic design, e-book creation, and/or marketing Exceptional written communication skills Self-starter, able to complete tasks with a minimum of supervision or oversight Positive attitude, dedicated to doing good work for the…

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  • No Lo Entiendo

    Ask most folks if they speak Spanish (or any other foreign language), and you might hear them say, “I understand more than I speak.” I’ve always called bullshit. Before now, that usually expressed to me one of two things. Either they speak more than they understand, or they speak and understand very little. This occurred…

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  • MMA Training – Genevieve Haney [Guest Post]

    This Thanksgiving, I find myself grateful for driven people. We all need inspiration. Some of us find it through prayer, others through a good book or a movie about redemption. I find myself inspired by many things, but if you’ve been following the blog, you know that I find myself most invigorated by humans who…

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  • Healthy Eating for Kids – Lead, Don’t Force

    Young men and women are in complete control of very few elements in their life. What they ingest is one of them. We’re all aware of the childhood obesity issue in the United States. Independent of this as a concern for the moppets in our lives, we can unite in the desire for our country’s…

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  • Reaching Out

    When someone in your life is facing a difficult situation, don’t wait for the “right moment” before reaching out with support. From Dr. Karin L. Smithson: We pull back because we “don’t want to bother” someone who is struggling. Let me debunk that myth: Your friend needs to hear from you. If you stop connecting,…

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  • Positive Energy

    We can and should optimize for mental health and well-being with the same tenacity that we pursue the physical. The upside is happiness and longevity. I feel like writing about my grandmother, Rose (of course). She’s 98 years old and stunningly beautiful. She smiles perpetually. I spent time with her today, and she was simply…

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  • Eating Locally

    Eating locally features many benefits, but is more complex than just a slogan. Yesterday, I met with a close friend.  He’s a great conversationalist and consistently inspires quality philosophical discussions. This chat was no different. He was in the market for some convincing evidence on the value of eating locally; a fair question, given the…

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I aim to plan and consciously choose all of my indulgences. I have the knowledge and willpower to do so, but occasionally, I will have a substantial misfire.

I was in Boston, my home away from home, for the 2004 World Series reunion. I splurged nutritionally as I had intended, but I didn’t map out my large nutritional stumble while watching the game.

I had it all pre-navigated. My two men (12 and 14) and I love to experience travel through food. We think it’s the most efficient and interesting way to explore the culture of a city. We discussed the trip ahead of time and decided on three restaurants where we would fully indulge and eat like kings. We’d start with the team dinner at a fine steak and seafood house, follow it up with breakfast the next morning at a bakery, and finish it out with lunch at a tapas joint in the South End.

The first night the three of us shared bone in filets, swordfish steaks, oysters, giant shrimp, crab cakes, lamb chops, chocolate cake, apple crisps and cold vanilla ice cream. I enjoyed a few glasses of whiskey, neat, and my boys drank Sprite. We left the restaurant 1 for 1. Remember, this indulgence was planned.

The next morning, we went to a bakery suggested by a Boston-based chef friend. The boys picked up scones and French toast; I scored big with a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich on a crusty roll with spinach and tomato. The bite came complete with a Dijon mustard finish that struck a chord with me, managing to last all day. 2 at bats, 2 knocks.

After mobbing around on the T train all morning, making our way to Harvard and back to Downtown Crossing, we landed at our destination for lunch, Toro. Theo Epstein made the recommendation after I mentioned that my boys and I were on a food adventure. This is the guy who went out to get the “washed up” 2002 version of David Ortiz, so he’s proven his scouting mettle. If he thinks it’s a worthwhile trip, I’ll take his advice.

Back to food.

Rather than turn this post into a restaurant review, I’ll keep it simple. I had an out of body experience. Every small plate that arrived was visually captivating and stunning on the palate. We sprinted the gamut. From spicy curry beef empanadas to cauliflower with golden raisins and pine nuts to the pièce de résistance, roasted bone marrow with radish citrus salad and oxtail marmalade. This dish, holy fuck. Our waiter described it exquisitely as “like rich, hot, beef flavored butter.” I was now 3 for 3 and ready for my final at bat.

A theme throughout this entire trip was advance planning. My first mistake was not preparing for this final meal. I figured my boys and I would just eat at the ballpark and didn’t put much thought into it. I knew that the options would be plentiful and come in large quantities. I wasn’t necessarily wrong, but I quickly got off course.

I was running around at Fenway from this place to that, answering questions and meeting folks. My boys were on their own and already up in the suite by the time I arrived around the start of the first inning. They had eaten pizza, snacks and fruit, totally what I expected for them. I walked in starving, my second mistake.  I reached for a plate and piled on decent looking veggies, a huge mound of guacamole, and the only available protein, stale fried chicken strips. I could have reached into my bag and opened a can of wild caught salmon. I didn’t. My defenses were down. I hadn’t snacked. I ingested that garbage and suffered strike one.

You know my stance on processed foods. Those frozen chunks of flour covered meat product provide little nutritional value. I had already experienced a whirlwind day filled with emotion and exertion, and the pizza under the heat lamp began to look lovely.

I advocate indulgence, but I advocate planned, quality indulgence. This was neither. I scarfed down a piece and the drugs hit my bloodstream. I couldn’t chew fast enough. Strike two.

The final pitch of the at bat came in and I chased it. I scarfed down a few more slices, knowing even as I did so that it wasn’t my finest hour.

3 for 4. In baseball that’s a hell of a day. Nutritionally, I expect 4 for 4s from myself almost always. I’m in control, so the high bar is appropriately set. Rather than dwell on it, I’ll do what Manny tells us to do after a rough at bat. “Turn the page, papi.”

I write this from the plane the following morning. I’ve turned the page. Today, I’ve ingested steel cut oats, fresh organic blueberries, a pile of kale, a chunk of a ham steak, a few fresh scrambled eggs and organic black coffee.

In my bag, I have a large salad with tons of fresh veggies, almonds, chicken, organic Hannah yams. I also still have that wild salmon I passed over for pizza in a box.

I’m back on track. I remember last night’s at bat and will make the adjustment without carrying the emotion of yesterday over into today’s game.

I hope you’ll share your stories of strikeouts or home runs in the comments section below.

Kap