10 Minutes

I just had some matcha sludge and I’m sitting on the boat with the heater on thinking about what I’m going to do today. I’m going to go to Poplar at some point and possibly bring my laptop so I can work on the novel or possibly a blog post or possibly apply for jobs. And possibly climb of course, possibly with Matt. We’ll see. The only thing I know for sure is I just meditated for 14 minutes, aka sat there, and I also did a decent amount of stretching. I’ve been starting out the mornings with cat cow, child’s pose, baby cobra, and the one where you’re on your knees with your elbows on the ground way out in front of you and your hands in a fin above your head. That one’s good for the tris and the shoulders. And probably the low back. It’s imperative I fix my low back. I mean, it’s not terrible right now, but I couldn’t run or jump right now. That would be suicide. So the fact that I couldn’t run a mile right now without probably screwing my low back? Not good.

I can hear the sound of the lock doors opening. Not sure whether it’s the large or the small locks. Do they make the same noise? The sunset is about at 5:10pm now. Getting later everyday. It’s February 2nd, 2022, aka 2/2/22. I’m sure people are talking about this. I’m sure I’m underemployed right now. I’m sure I’m still obsessed with bouldering and I want to climb V6 and V7 as soon as possible and I’m going to climb The Engineer this summer. I know that’s a bold claim. But I’m going to do it. That problem does not require an insane amount of strength. It requires balance and technique and a head for heights. I have all three of those things in various measures. I used to have an amazing head for heights before I hurt my back.

I’m going to heal my back.

The mergansers are in full force near the boat.

So. Here’s the plan.

I’m going to tell you the plan.

Just give me a second.

The last week in July, or the first week in August, my friend Dan and I are going to sail my boat south to either San Diego or Ensenada, Mexico. And then we’ll either continue on together or I’ll continue on by myself, with the next goal being Scorpion Bay, Baja California Sur, and then probably San Jose del Cabo, and then the Sea of Cortez, and then either keep/sell the boat in La Paz or maybe even continue further south, to Puerto Vallarta and points beyond. That is the plan. If Dan can’t do it or otherwise backs out, I’m going to do it myself. The prospect terrifies me a bit, and excites me even more. I think the thing I find most daunting is the polyphasic sleep system.



That is still a few moons off.

Until then what am I going to do?

That’s a great question.

Get in shape.


Eat well.

At some point I’d like to do a 72 hour fast.

I’d like to go down to Bend, to Bishop, to Tahoe, to Red Rocks — maybe even to Joshua Tree.

But more than anything I’d just like to focus on making my life in Seattle the best it can be. Because when you have your head in the clouds all day, when you’re CONSTANTLY dreaming of being somewhere else, when you’re constantly thinking your life would be BETTER somewhere else, it makes you neglect the here and now. And the here and now is all we have, and is all we’ll ever have.


Time to get dressed and go to Poplar? Shall I lift weights today? Do a bit of a core/chest workout? Hopefully not hurt my left shoulder.

We’ll see. Either way, spring is around the corner, and I’m excited, and I hope you’re excited too, because good things are coming, great things are coming.

I don’t see how it could be any other way. And I have excellent eyesight.

— Wetzler

P.S. This was just me writing for 10 minutes straight. That’s why it maybe sounds a bit rushed/not cohesive. But I think it’s also a good exercise and I might continue to do it. Just FYI.