I’ve spent the whole weekend trying to wrangle a 9 1/2 week old puppy that I’ve only had for four days while interacting enough to cobble together a a few blogs that somewhat encapsulated the PrimalCon 2012 experience, and I think I did a fair job. I’m dead tired. Too tired to join an epic 2-game Ultimate Frisbee series spanning an hour and a half. (Mark’s team lost the final match by a couple points, and, contrary to his claims of it being merely his outlet for carefree whimsical play, he takes it pretty seriously.) But despite all that, I feel good. It feels good to help put something like PrimalCon together, something that people really seem to appreciate. Because I work in this world, and almost everyone around me is clued in, it’s easy for me to forget that most people who get into this Primal stuff often do so as lone wolves without a Primal pack. So it’s been fun to see people discovering their pack.
Day 2 of PrimalCon 2012 is done, and it was possibly the best yet.
It wasn’t the fact that the sun came out and the clouds went away and we spent the day outdoors. And it wasn’t just because they doubled the burger portions for lunch and served Asian-cut short ribs, three kinds of salad, and beets for dinner that made it so awesome. Nor was it the several dozen bottles of red wine served with dinner. All that stuff was incredible and definitely contributed, but the real reason today rocked most was that the structure of the day and its content was free and open-ended. Rather than have more formal lectures by top experts where attendees consumed information and insight, day 2 was about attendees engaging other attendees and the experts on their own terms.
Today was crazy. Immediately after the welcome speech by Mark and Brad, and all the introductions, which went very smoothly, things started to change.
Although “choices” was the theme of Mark’s keynote talk this year, the weather gave us very few. It was cold, windy, rainy, and thundery (sure, that’s a word); we had planned for warm, still, dry, and silent. It started during the first (and last) presenter session of the day held outdoors. Just as Erwan was showing folks how to skillfully and smoothly swing themselves up on top of playground sets, big broad Star Wars blaster bolt-like sheets of water (but with better accuracy than the stormtroopers) starting coming in at a 45-degree angle, practically sideways. Everyone got soaked, had to come back to the Embassy Suites ballroom, and our initial plans to dine at Oxnard Beach Park, outdoors, got scrapped.
It’s Friday, everyone! And that means another Primal Blueprint Real Life Story from a Mark’s Daily Apple reader. If you have your own success story and would like to share it with me and the Mark’s Daily Apple community please contact me here. I’ll continue to publish these each Friday as long as they keep coming in. Thank you for reading!
Hi my name is Mauricio Sada-Paz and I was born 37 years ago in Nuevo Laredo, Mexico. I have been in banking for 14 years and have always been very athletic. However, every year my weight was gradually going up. I initially simply tried to increase the distance I was running still mixing it up with weights. When this did not work I decided to train for two marathons and dropped the weight training. In 2010 I ran the London and NY marathon, yet my weight stayed in the 99-100 kgs area (~220 lbs). I am 192 cms (6′ 3″) tall so I did not look overweight, but I did not look like a fit marathon runner despite running NY under 3:30. The first picture with me on the boat is in April 2010 only 4 days before I ran the London Marathon.
It was unseasonably cold for Southern California. Rain was on the horizon, and possibly even thunder. Were it not for a few sneaky signs that you’d have to know to watch for – the FiveFingers peeking out from jeans, the fact that no one was sitting, the faint whiff of ketosis lingering about – you’d never have known those huddled together at Oxnard Beach Park on a Thursday evening were there for a pre-event social mixer for something called “PrimalCon 2012.”
A bit bedraggled after a long drive up from the Bay Area and somewhat apprehensive of the attendees’ reaction to the weather, I approached the group. I wasn’t sure what to expect. Would they complain about the cold and the rain forecast for tomorrow? Would the infectious excitement from years past continue? I didn’t know the answer to those questions until heard the tell-tale laughter and spied more than a few bare feet, oblivious to the (for Southern California) cold. I saw a pile of sledgehammers and knew Timothy Williams and his muttonchops were among us. I saw Billy Vives rocking the Chuck Taylors, chatting up a few attendees, and looking oddly naked without a kettlebell in his hand, and felt relieved. I saw Mark giving and getting two hugs a minute, with more waiting in the wings. Lots of people had yet to arrive, but above all, I noticed the smiles and laughter and camaraderie.
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