Lost and Found

Like many of you I often miss place items I "need". It is usually when timing couldn't be any worse, as I am rushing out the door. My keys used to be hard to keep track of but I found a real convenient place to keep them, the front doorknob. Jenn doesn't like it but it certainly speeds up my ability to locate them as it is the first place I look. The second place is where they are supposed to be on the key rack before I start tearing the house apart. A few weeks ago I lost my favorite pocket knife. Last week I lost my Ipod. I found it. Then I lost it again.

3 years ago Jenn lost something most of you (not us because I embraced losing mine many years ago) dread losing, her mind. It has been a long hard road of searching everywhere for it but it is still gone. I can tell she misses it sometimes. I try not to let her know but I have caught her just staring at me a few times recently. At first, I would try to figure out "What I did not do?" as it is usually what I don't do that gets me into more trouble than what I actually did. Then I remembered a special anniversary coming up. That's right 3 years to the day she was blinded by both my bald head and the bling and said "yes". I would appreciate if you see her mind just laying around somewhere you leave it there and don't tell her where it is. I have kinda gotten used to her being around all the time.

With the birthday celebrations in the past I was hoping to be able to settle in this week and get some riding done before I started traveling for the week.  That didn't happen except for on Tuesday where I was able to get in a quick 40 after work along side the TnT crew.  I had the time and the weather to do it on Wednesday once I got back into town but my lower back has been plaguing me for about a week now so the ride didn't happen. 

Thursday brought a day trip to beach where I was reminded that like NOVA drivers, the peeps at the beach should also all have their licenses revoked as they cannot get through a single rush hour period without hitting someone else.  It took me more than 54 minutes to go 4/10 of a mile and then wa-la I was cruising the highway at faster than posted speed limits.  Not to the other drivers, the speed limit was raised on 64 to 70mph quite sometime ago, its OK to go faster than 60. 

The time in the car brought on more back inflammation which meant Thursday night and all day Friday was spent going in and out of consciousness while trying to keep my back as still as possible.  Thanks to the world of the Interwebs, yesterday wasn't a total failure however.  I was able to conjure enough strength to place an order for another RAAM documentary called, You Need No Victory, To Be A Winner. 



I had seen the preview a few months back but unfortunately, there wasn't an American coded DVD available and my PS3 won't play the EU coded bike pron.  Last week, I read a review of the movie over on UltraRaceNews. It is now being sold by a brand spanking new company who no customer reviews over on Amazon.  I took the chance and ordered one yesterday, who knows maybe they will throw in a special something something for being their first customer...

What I do know is I am not making my dream of racing RAAM any easier.  Later this year, I still have to get my qualification while playing in the Adirondacks and then the true test of endurance begins, convincing Jenn that the race is a good idea.  Her reply when I told her I ordered the film, "You don't really want to do RAAM do you?"  Hmphh...Good thing I don't always listen to the words that come out of her mouth...

Only as old...

The ole adage says "You are as old as you feel."  This past Saturday, I turned another full year older which officially makes me 3_ but I feel like I am 87.   Each and every morning I wake my body reminds me I am not getting any younger.  Aches here, pains there.  A very small part of me wishes I hadn't and didn't continue to abuse my body as hard as I do.  But that is just who I am.  I enjoy pushing myself to what I perceive is my limit which I will only ever fully achieve once in this lifetime because once I reach it the proverbial rubber band will snap.  It will then be up to friends, family and doctors to put me back together again.

Lucky for me, I have the best set of friends and family anyone could ever ask for.  Those that were in town were able to gather for a small celebration Saturday evening.  One person who was not invited but somehow found out about the party via a highly complicated and elaborate email hacking ring was Mother Fphin Nature.  She was not happy to have been off of the guest list.  She sent a string of thunderstorms full of rain, hail and tornado like winds.  She must have forgotten that I too am slightly computer savvy and was able to see all of her attacks coming well before they got here.

I channeled my Native American ancestors (I'm sure I have at a least one right?) who told me that if I lit a fire at night the thunderstorms would stay away or maybe we had gotten to the point in the story of how to keep coyotes away.  Not being able to remember, I filled 2 chimneys up with charcoal and set them ablaze.  After seeing the way the heavy storms veered away I am certain that not only are coyotes afraid of fire but so are thunderstorms.

With the weather behind us, we could now get down to the business of grilling and acting a fool.  I did the grilling and everyone else took on the task of acting a fool.  The night consisted of human beat boxing, dance offs, synchronized swimming, thoughts of rowing the canoe down the river (ahem, creek) and a few rounds of flip cup racing.

Thank you to everyone who came out and a special thank you to my best friend and wife, Jenn!  At least for one night I felt 30 something again and not 87.  Now where is that Advil bottle?!

Ride your bike

"If we all road a bike, we would all look better in lycra."