Tuesday, January 22, 2013
I really wish I was on my computer. This deserves elaboration which I just can't get out when using the smartphone. Basically, I have fallen down the donut hole. I'm laying in bed, feeling like crap, and trying to get my crap together to get to the gym. Sounds like a full scale pity party, eh? It's not. This is where I need the complexity of expression (and spell check) I can tap into on my lap top.
Thumbnail: Life is not, as the Band claims, a carnival. It's a roller coaster...it's the Beast on freaking steroids. Between my daughter, personnel issues at work, my dad (he's doing better, by the way, much better), and about 50 million other things I feel like I've been beaten with a frozen slab of bacon.
There is a light. I just signed up for the Tour of th Scioto River Valley. If you are a cyclist, this little ramble from Columbus, Ohio to Portsmouth, Ohio should be on your list of rides to knock over liquor stores to afford. So I HAVE to get in century shape by May. Then there's the Pig. The weekend before TOSRV, I'm running a 10k and a 5k on Saturday and then a half marathon on Sunday. Plus, I'll be racing in April (tbd), March in the Heart Mini and the Emerald Miles 5K (fundraiser for the Epilepsy Foundation...feel free, but not obligated to donate..pm me for details), Feb (tbd), and this coming Saturday (BMI Open at the Kings International CX race...the higher your BMI, the better your call up...I should be on th front row).
So anyway, I'm at the apex of the vortex of serious bad stuff that has resulted in a shut down. Tomorrow, I start training. Why tomorrow? I have to leave for work in less than a half hour. Tomorrow through the end week, I have vacation in order to work on the Kings race. Today has been a day for laying in bed, butt dailing my daughter(she really should put her phone on silent when at school), and babbling. The babbling has helped. Thanks.