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68 Days to go


Time marches on...

That is a fact, is it not?

It has now been two years since my dear mother left us here. This year will 14 years since my dad departed this life. I cannot believe that.

I realize that since I write for a small audience [if any] that my words will never really mean much. That is about how I feel life is right now, it doesn't mean much...

Am I wrong?


When I lost my father, I lost my best friend. He was always there for me it seemed. Though we didn't have that many serious conversations, until he got closer to dying, most of conversations are what typical friends talk about. The weather, cars, building something, etc... He was good for that, and of course for sitting down and enjoying a great meal. 

Once my mother passed, as I have said before, my connection to my father was gone. But with my mother, the person who brought me into this world was gone also. She cared for me when I was sick, she did everything a real mom is supposed to do. Boy do I miss her and my father. Other than talking to one of my sisters, I feel really alone now.

Life can really suck sometimes. Do you every think about or reflect on your life and wonder what does this all mean? What are we actually doing here? Why are we here? I realize that as I get older, I have wasted almost my entire life and I do not know what to do about that. 

Oh well as they say, we won't solve that problem with this post, so let's move on...

68 days to Ironman Texas

This past week was an ok week for training. No swim this past week or probably this week. The weather outside is cold and had been raining. So swim training went out the window.

I had a decent 10 mile run on the treadmill. Nothing to write home to mom about [I wish I could] but really nothing fantastic.

The bike was all indoor, nothing great. A couple of bike workouts and few simple rides in the virtual world of Zwift. 

It is interesting to feel some changes take place in your fitness. I feel like 10 miles is normal or could be a normal distance. My feet were a little sore, but nothing that was horrible. Last week I biked 3 hours, no issues there either. I believe my base fitness has improved over the yeas to allow those types of long workouts to happen. That is a bright spot for sure.

Well the hay won't get put in the barn by itself correct

Off into the real world


Peace and love this day


Paul