Self-Employed No Income, or The Summer Vacation I Never Had

Beach & Beard, staples of Summer 2012. via Instagram

“What have you been up to, Mountain?”

If you’re my friend (real and/or facebook), you probably know I left my job in March to travel the country for 10 weeks, promoting my startup the Primal Professional. Since returning to San Diego late May, life has been less exciting, but different enough to warrant a blog post. We have enough savings and enough potential for income in the near future to be comfortable without clocking in for paychecks. But we don’t have so much savings nor such a guaranteed future income to really do everything we want to. It’s not quite 4-Hour Workweek status, but it’s undeniably better than working full-time.

I’ve been occupying myself with “cheap/free” activities: reading, fooling on the internet, TV and movies, growing a beard, working out, breaking my pinky, cooking, eating, meeting up with people to chat or catch up, and the beach. But first, let’s start with…

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Becoming a State Champion Powerlifter, part 3: Lessons and What’s Next

On February 11, 2012, I competed in my first powerlifting meet and became a state champion and current record holder in my division. This is a 3-part series on my adventures in powerlifting from Feb 2009 – Feb 2012. The first post talks about how I got into the sport. The second post covers more details on training and the day of the meet. The third post is on lessons learned and what’s next.

Lesson 8. Find synergies. (Photo: Ryan Chang)

The cool thing about these lessons is that they have carryover into all other parts of life. I’ll keep it short, but each one can probably be a post all by itself. Continue reading

Becoming a State Champion Powerlifter, part 2: Meet Prep and the Championship


Footage from the meet (video: Cherry Duong)

On February 11, 2012, I competed in my first powerlifting meet and became a state champion and current record holder in my division. This is a 3-part series on my adventures in powerlifting from Feb 2009 – Feb 2012. The first post talks about how I got into the sport. The second post covers more details on training and the day of the meet. The third post is on lessons learned and what’s next.

Hot baths & cold food…simulating meets at home

Recognizing that environment matters, I familiarized myself with meet conditions to avoid bewilderment day of. The first step was actually going to a USAPL meet as a spectator. We stopped by one early 2011 and made a few observatons: Continue reading

Becoming a State Champion Powerlifter, part 1: My Start in the Art of Strength

On February 11, 2012, I competed in my first powerlifting meet and became a state champion and current record holder in my division. This is a 3-part series on my adventures in powerlifting from Feb 2009 – Feb 2012. The first post talks about how I got into the sport. The second post covers more details on training and the day of the meet. The third post is on lessons learned and what’s next.

347 lbs at 123 lbs bodyweight. A triple bodyweight deadlift was out of reach…for now.

The start of my iron addiction

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Indomitable?

I took a picture with my shirt pulled up and my 8pack showing on my facebook profile a few days ago. With everyone’s comments I got to wondering how I became so vain anyways. I think it all started in 7th grade, when Jeff liked Diana. I said I thought she was cute, but I didn’t like her. When Diana heard from Victor that I thought she was cute, she purportedly said, “Eww Evan’s ugly!” Later in 10th grade, when Steph pointed out to one of her dance team friends that I was her boyfriend, her friend was surprised, expecting someone “bigger.” I suppose that’s why I’ve been trying ever since to be sexy. I want to be really sexy, like all the girls in the room are whispering about how sexy I am to each other kind of sexy, and that I’d make any of them nervous if I went up to talk to them kind of sexy.

This is more or less why I want to be a good fighter too. After being picked on (gently) by people for so long, I didn’t want people to think they could do whatever they wanted to me and get away with it. Since junior year, really, I haven’t felt like I was being picked on.

I also want to be rich, because I’ve been poor.

Being ugly, timid, and poor isn’t so bad if it’s incentive to turn it all around.