
Life goes by incredibly fast even at 31 I get it. I often listen to preachers like Charles Swindoll and I've heard him talk about how fast life goes 'Blink and you'll miss it'. I'm one of those people who kind of got that pretty early on in life. That it goes by fast no matter who you are and I fully expect to be 60 any day now. Most people I know would probably say something like 'aren't you 60 already?' with my constant ranting and raving about the state of the world. Gotta lighten up.
I've been running around the last few weeks saying 'for the first time since Ironman' I've trained such and such distance or such and such time and its crazy how fast it all went. A month after Ironman I was side swiped by a school bus..just scrapes and bruises no injuries. The month after that my wife left. I instantly lost 12 pounds and started doing P90X. Following spring I did 2 or 3 sprints I went to do an Oly in Clermont my chain popped on the first climb and I haven't done a triathlon since 2006. I took up surfing the rest of that summer and spent just about every minute I wasn't with Maddie at the beach. Then I drug her to the beach :)
2007 got re-married, 2008 pregnant with our first child together, 2009 that bundle-o-joy is due any day.
I was thinking about all this during my swim last night. It was cold last night probably 55 and raining which pretty much means the pool is covered with one lane open for those willing to brave those 15 steps on the deck in your skivvies. Pool felt great and being empty it was easily the most peaceful swim I've had in a long time. I typically use these times when I feel this way to talk to God. Instead of counting laps I'm counting blessings and with each passing lap the lane seemed shorter and shorter it was like a swimmers high. Before I knew it I had finished 3,200 straight in a slow but very comfortable 1:11. I honestly believe with no family obligations I could have gone another hour. Course had I done that my blessings are home without me wondering if I'd drowned.
Finally some progress on the weight front last week. 189.6 on Friday morning. The biggest change I've made is being absolutely militant about not digging around the peanut butter jar or milk at 10 at night. [In regards to the comment in the last post ....throwing away peanut butter = blasphemy]
Last week was an extremely busy training week for me culminating in a 2 hour 18 minute trail run at Graham Swamp 7 am Saturday once again chasing Jose.
I keep meaning to post my tentative race schedule for the year but I've been too tired from all the training to actually do it. I know my first one is coming up on Jan. 24th in St. Augustine at the Mantanzas 5000. I've you've never done it you should. Great shirts. Which is really the only reason I do the races :)
On the baby front
Stubborn little girl is passed her due date. Im going to respect her right to privacy and keep quite on all the details.....soon.