It is nearly 1:00 in the morning...and I can't sleep. Do you know how rare that is? I fell asleep in the craziest places when in the Corps...in amphibious personal carriers, helicopters, mud puddles....
My heart is troubled. I always vowed that when I blog, I would never make it sound like a bed of roses...for every bed of roses has it's share of thorns...these thorns are not directly affecting my family. I lay awake tonight...thinking about Luke and Macy's little friend that just got diagnosed with Leukemia...a buddy of mine out of work...a running buddy who has a coworker that has not been found in Haiti...a friend and father of two who will start Radiation treatment at the end of this month...he had testicular cancer. (I joked with him about the Doctor giving him Lance Armstrong riding skilz). Usually I try not to let this stuff bother me, I pray for them an move on down the road...not tonight.
Luke turned 9 yesterday. I have mentioned he is a great kid with a big heart. He is anxious to start this spring triathlon season. Last fall, you recall, he came in 4th place for his age group in his first TRI. Four days ago, I get a text message from my wife. Upon hearing about his friends bout with Leukemia, he came out of his room declaring to dedicate this year's Triathlons to raising money for Cancer...he did this on his own.
Five days ago I turned 40...and so when Bren asked what I wanted to do this weekend, I responded...Train.
Saturday morning found me up at 0430 to get out the door. The day would be packed...no pun intended. I ran 16 miles...the first 12 with a 40 lb pack...and those 12 miles were completed in 3 hours 7 minutes....Sunday I completed 5 miles with the pack in 1 hour 12 minutes....The body is holding up well.
On Saturday, I come in from the run at about 8:45, tell Bren to fix me something to eat and to get a map to where Macy's Y princess event was to take place. I literally jump in the shower...get out with Bren holding a map and food...get dressed and out the door...who needs recovery time. Come back from the event...grab Luke to go build his pinewood Derby car...get back in time for Luke to get dressed and to his Basketball game.
I always vowed the make sure my running minimized the impact on the family...even if it means I run all night long.
Times will not always be so dark....my Father told me so..."Let not your heart be troubled...." and so I run on!
(next up Bataan Death March part 3)