Football or L-tryptophan??

I'm never sure which causes the "Thanksgiving Day Nap-a-thon" (the only "thon" I enjoy that lowers my HR!?), but it seems to effect everyone... even little people under 5 or 6, who seemingly never run out of energy any other time... or questions!

Thanksgiving 2007 has come and gone. The leftovers will stay with us for several more days. The game scores and the thoughts of friends and family and the constant digital camera flashes will result in mashed memories before the weekend is over.

The traditional blunders of the day... Uncle Larry overdoing the gravy on a paper plate, and the carpet... the backyard football game at halftime which always ends up with an ER visit, stitches, and replacing the railing on the back porch... Aunt Lulu's special bean casserole that she insists every-bod-ee loves, but no-bod-ee touches, 16 years running... the "play by play" commentary by the boys on the couch about idiot coaches and "no-arm" QBs. And "good ole John" who insists on checking the oil in every car that arrives to make sure they'll make it home OK!
And of course the "all new" blunders... dropping the cell phone in the mashed potatoes as it gets passed around the table so everyone can say HELLO! to cousin Ray out in Cali... the hour long exchange between the ladies about their new digi-cams and who has the most mega-pixels and which one is better for video clips. The "new baby" report from the four corners of the "family" ensuring everyone knows they have new relatives and new birthdays that they won't remember.
Of course the best conversations are about which stores open early tomorrow and who has the best sales... what's the "hot toy" to start fights over this year and how we "can't believe they're playing Christmas music already". Why should this year be different??

Not one person asks "are you doing another marathon soon"? Or, "how was the swim in that last Iron distance Tri"? I'm not certain that they don't know we're doing it... or if they just don't want to hear that a relative 10-15 years older, 45 pounds lighter and with more miles running than they have on their car, is doing yet another "I would die if I tried to run that far" event. I don't want think of myself as "the one no-one talks about" because I'm healthy, fit and pursuing a life filled with energy instead of ailments. I guess being the black sheep has it's rewards though... no one ever asks to have Thanksgiving dinner at MY house!!!
Have a great day all.

Yes Dear!

So Lisa has found me, and has chastized me sufficiently to post some pics. Hope they don't come out all fuzzy! (like it would make a difference... shuuuh!)

And tonight while everyone else is shopping and baking and re-arranging furniture for the games tomorrow... some of us are preparing for another day like today. One of the burdens of wearing a uniform (police; firefighter; military... any public service) is that the work doesn't get to stop just because it's a holiday. In fact it seems to rise on those days for the police and fire-folks because of all the traffic and libations of the day. So while you're sitting down to dinner and saying grace, how about a short "thank you" for all the nice folks out there who work extra hard to keep us safe every day (even if one of them did just give you a ticket recently!).

This post is extra brief as it is late. Have a great Thanksgiving all. Best of luck to your team on the field tomorrow! Thanks for everything you do everyday as well.

So, I never made it back for another entry of Sunday. Monday, well what can you say about Mondays... if you make it out alive it's a good day! But now it's Tuesday. I just got and invitation to do the Green Bay Marathon in May and a threat that parts of my anatomy will be removed in a painful way if I don't do the Silverman Iron Distance Tri next November. Well... there goes 2000 and eight!
Nine hours in a medical clinic listening to whining and crying from 18-24 year olds about their runny noses and in-grown toenails is enough. I'll get my solitude tonight with 1.5 hours on the Power-Cranks on the bike in the garage. Nothing like screaming leg muscles to drown out the echoes of the day. Twice around the block (3.8 mls) should cover the run requirement for the day and then it's food and sleep.
Hopefully at some point I'll get the hang of this blogging thing and I'll start posting stuff people will actually read. I probably could use a pic or two... have to work at that!

In the Beginning...

... there was this blog! It was a simple thing this blog, but for it's creator it was the window to a new world. One of connectivity and communication with others like himself. Others far and wide who share his love of "the Power of the Pulse"! Those who live for the next opportunity to raise the rate... to quicken the beat... to promote the pounding within their chests. For some it is but a passing fancy, but for US... it is an addiction to being active participants in our own lives!

How's that for a kick-off folks? So this is my very first entry on my very new blog, and before I go too very far off on a tangent please allow me to say, Thank You Lisa! For giving me the idea and the inspiration. What a woman! Hot {AND} smart!

So, enough of that. On with the blog.
It's Sunday afternoon. Pensacola FL is a balmy 72 and overcast... a perfect situation for a long bike ride, but nooooooooo... I have not one, but two flat tires on the Cervelo. So instead I'm doing housework and typing away here on the new pasttime since the bike shop isn't open and I have only one spare tube (what happened to all those extras I swear I had laying around here??). Well, I suppose it works out for the best. I had to get this thing started some time. Back with more shortly...