The start

This morning, I got to thinking — as I waited for the rain to abate (fat chance) before my bike commute and finally giving up on that dream ever coming to fruition and instead dodging raindrops unsuccessfully — and, I had a big "Ohh" moment.  The kind of "ohh" you experience with a vast mix of emotions that invariably ends in a "my god".  Here's what I figure:  I have not been smelling enough roses.

How do I know?  Forgive me Father, because I am about to list my sins:

1) It has been 11 days since I last blogged.

2) It has been 52 hours since my last cup of coffee.

3) It has been 53 hours since my last run.

4) I can't remember the last time I had a belly laugh.

5) I can't even recall my last piece of chocolate. 

6) And the worst sin of all, I have not written a letter to my grandma in a month.

The usual excuses come to mind.  Work.  Play.  Rain.  Time.  Mud.  Cold.  The economy.  To clean.  To dirty.  To ____.  My foot hurts.  My head hurts.  My lips hurt (don't ask).  I ran out of money.  I can't find my brown shoes.

Okay, so more than the usual come to mind.  But the truth is.  Things are starting to get good.  My research is starting to pan out.... and like with anything that is going well, you want to do more of it.  But not to worry... I'm back on track to do some bike racing this week-end (unless of course it is snowing!.. there I go again with the excuses).  And to mix-it up, I am competing in a swim-a-thon for charity (more on this later).