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My minute by minute goal is to metabolize as much oxygen as possible by practicing full, deep, long breathing. By breathing better, it is possible to look better and feel better. By efficiently metabolizing as much oxygen as possible you increase your ability to engage the world in a full and deep way. My hard core breathing practice really saved my life when I had a heart attack. I refused to die that morning. I really just said to myself: Fuck this I am not going to die today.


Beat It

When my heart stopped working I just grabbed it and beat it and pumped it and visualized: I’m not going to die yet, I’m not going to die yet.  I pounded on my chest and yelled at Charlie: “Get me to the hospital, they’ll know what to do.”  I just kept on hustling and beating on my heart with both hands.


Aggressive Species on a Competitive Planet

Homosapiens are a very aggressive species on an extremely competitive planet. It is now Monday morning and I am back in the saddle again, out where an Indians’ your friend, but the guy next to you in the locker room is probably not. The competition in athletic clubs and yoga studios by some members is extraordinary. I’m hoping someone at my gym will complain about me taking a shower in the morning so I can name him as a defendant in a lucrative civil rights lawsuit for discrimination.

There seems to be a contingent of citizens concerned about my morning work out. It’s just me, I get that all the time. I’ve spent a great portion of my life in gyms, yoga studios and other competitive environments. My eccentric esoteric physical spiritual workout took decades to create. My workout and my oxygen intensive breathing style help me to find purpose and meaning in life. My workout also gives me something to blog about. I suffered from a severe form of writer’s block over Thanksgiving Weekend and writing about the aggressive and competitive aspects of daily life is helping to break out the beats. 

By Dean McAdams

Born a poor peckerwood in a Tujunga holler, Dean overeducated himself beyond his social station to end up a retired paralegal in the coastal paradise of West L.A.