I bought a new bike trainer, so I could hook up my regular bike instead of a stationary bike. It’s been great. It’s a Schwinn Mag Trainer, nothing fancy, but it will do the job. I had a little trouble with my regular computer, a wireless Cat-eye. I realized after I got the trainer that my computer would not work if it were attached to the front wheel, seeing how the front wheel doesn’t move. So I moved the sensor back to the rear frame ane wheel. The problem is, it’s too far away from the computer now. What I did to solve the problem was to move the computer down on the main frame. Now I just have to look down to see my speed and distance. I’m in like 
Flynn.
The flu sucks. It just drains you so much. I got to thinking about it yesterday and realized that before I turned 40, I had never missed a day of work from being sick. Now I can’t help but stay home, it just knocks me in the dirt. But I feel better, and went running last night. I love the winter and cooler nights. Most 
train all summer, racing in two or three events. I have to train in the winter because that’s when my schedule gets to a normal predictable schedule. My treadmill is at 100%, back up and running for those severe snow days.
I hate running. I hate everything about running. I hate people who know people who like running. The truth is, I envy them. I was in Wal-Mart yesterday, and in front of my wife and I at the checkout isle was a runner. The runner was a female, which has no bearing on this story, but the fact that she was a woman makes the description a little different. This woman was probably in her earl 50’s and probably in better shape than 80% of the women in her age group. She oozed runner. She was dressed starting from the feet, in Sauconey shoes, Nike performance socks with the little pink padding in the rear sticking out of the top of the shoe. She had on Brooks running tights and a Sauconey running spandex top. Every ounce of clothing matched. It wasn’t so much her clothing as it was her body. Her legs were skinny yet solid muscle, her tummy was flat as well as her chest. She was overall skinny, but cold probably kick the crap out of a man twice her size. She was a runner. I imagined that she started every day with a run. The length of the run probably didn’t matter as much as the “time” allotted for the run did. She probably did this EVERY morning, and if for some reason it didn’t happen because of schedule or sickness problems, she had a hole in her that remained until the next time she ran. I stood there hating her. If I had that kind of passion, how easy would it be for me to train as a triathlete. I want that desire for running. I want that kind of habit in my life. I want to wake up every morning and WANT to go running. I’ve tried different “habit” programs and techniques, but it just hasn’t happened. I’m still a runner hater. If you are a runner like this, look in the mirror everyday and tell your self just how lucky you are. I envy you. You have something I will probably never have. Hang on to it.
We all have mentors, people we look to for advice or people we value the opinion of. I have three such mentors. One lives in Ca and serves as a life guard in Hunnington Beach. One lives in Texas and has his own PodCast called Zen and the Art of Triathlon. The last is an Ironman Triathlete that I only know as Joe. Joe lives in Hawaii, and is a professional triathlete. I tell you this because I happened to be listening to the one in Texas on a PodCast, and he was interviewing a friend of Joe’s. Small world. The subject was of vegetarian choices. So I decided to look up a little on the internet, and do a little research for myself. What I found is, you cannot go to a site about vegetarians without watching a video about animal cruelty. It’s absolutely stupid. I go there and I get a video of a bunch of rednecks beating up chickens, or abuse to cows and so on and so on. So I think I should make a video of my own. I’ll have a list you can choose from like carrots or potatoes. This will link you to abuse to vegetables. Potatoes RIPPED from the soil and tossed into a big truck. Taken to a cellar and piled high on top of each other. Then when they are finally let out into the fresh air they have all their skin stripped off them while they are STILL ALIVE!! And while they are still alive, they are sliced up in various ways and flash frozen……all while STILL ALIVE!! I can show you carrots; stripped of their skin and dunked in boiling hot water and then flash frozen. The one you may not be able to stomach is the Walnut. The walnut has it’s head cracked open and it’s brains spilled out. horrible, so horrible, I’m crying as I write this. The next time you are shopping in the vegetable isle going row after row of slaughtered vegetable, remember these small wonders of nature were once alive and living with their family in this earth.
I completely forgot that I have this blog. My work has gone from 7am to 6pm back to the winter hours of 8 to 5. 8 to 5 means the start of training for next years 
triathlon. My oldest son Z has taken to ridiculing me on the last big triathlon I was in. While doing the Grand Columbian Half Ironman, I found myself in a race against a 70-year-old Nun from Seattle in the swim. She beat me. She beat me bad. I almost didn’t finish. 2/3 ’s of the swim and I developed a crippling leg cramp. I was paralyzed in the water and unable to continue. The Nun passed me and as she did she tried to give me some encouragement that it would be OK and that I would make it. I passed her on the bike later, and I gave her no such return on the encouragement side. I may have even snickered a little. This was unfortunate, because I believe she cursed me. I have made restitution to her and I am back on track for the 2010 season. This has not stopped my oldest son from poking fun at me with comments like, “I bet the Nun runs faster on HER treadmill.” and “I bet the Nun works out in the morning.” and still my favorite, “I bet the Nun’s not eating candy bars.” So I am setting out to not only prove to my son I can do it again, but I will finish in the top 10 for my age group. So I am back to training now that I’m on a regular schedule. Hopefully it will pay off.
The company I work for has changed their name after 35 years of service. Nothing about the business format has changed, just the name. I have worked here 10 years, the longest I have worked at any job. My boss has been here since the beginning, 35-36 years. He and I took down the old sign………
Kind of a sad moment. Then we put up the new sign.
And work goes on. There’s too much snow to do anything outside.
So we work inside. This is our project this winter. This is a cart the farmer pulls to apply Nh3 to his fields for fertilizer. We have two of these already, and they don’t get any easier to build.
My part of the deal is putting on a wheel to drive a sulfur pump.
In the end all you can do is relax and watch the Gators win the BCS Championship Game!!
Our cat is one spoiled rotten cat.
Check out the site Zentri.com. This guy is pretty funny.
The New Year started as all New Years do, with me working as Bartender for the Last Stand Rodeo Auction. I try to wear something a little “different” each year. I chose the Chef’s coat this year, even though my little man wasn’t too sure.
The night went well with lots of people showing up to bid and support the rodeo.
And of course I had help from the ultimate cowboy, Jesse (James)
I hope everyone had a great New Year’s!
I have watched an old and I mean “old” friend of mine on this type of blog and it really seemed easy, so I thought I’d try it out. I live a fairly simple life in a small town in WA State on the East side of the mountains. I work in farming, particularily the “advice” portion of farming. I am married to a wonderful woman I found on the roadside one day and together we had two pretty decent boys.
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