August 25, 2009
The last time I posted to this blog was in April. Wow how time flies...
So much has happened... So many places, so many people, so many laughs...
So here is the 1 paragraph recap, meant more to rattle my memory when I look back at this in 20 years than to give you the details about my life recently. If you really need to know the details, you probably already do and so this stuff will make sense anyway... Here goes.
The Leftfield Pictures project died quickly and with not too much bitterness. TLC wanted it - imagine me the American dad haha! - but Emily had reservations about kid exposure and, through the good and bad, we are on this co-parenting adventure together so I of course respected her opinion. June brought my epic trip with the kids that I'm sure we'll be talking about forever. We flew to Seattle, then took the Amtrak to Portland, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and finally San Diego. We caught up with our friends Hailey in Seattle, Laura in Portland, and Leslie in San Francisco. Saw Seattle Sounders game, and a San Francisco Giants game. Sea World in San Diego. In July Emma and I went to Colorado and stayed in Leadville, camped at the base of Mt Elbert and climbed both Mt Elbert and Mt Massive. On Mt Elbert we ascended through 2 hailstorms and a 30 degree temp drop to summit. Emma was amazing. Now that the kids are all in 5 day a week school I'm starting to feel like I have a little more me time, a little less draggin-my-ass tired time. I started teaching an ICM 1 class (1st year medical students learning how to take a history and do a physical exam) and so far this has been quite rewarding. I've registered for a Masters in Health Administration at UAB, although I'm still not 100% sure whether I will actually do it. It's not a small financial investment, and I'm still in debt to my eyeballs (although there is an end in sight for that too!!). Also, the first on campus classes week (it's 8 days on campus for each semester, the rest by computer) is going to make me miss the 1st 2 Auburn football games (which of course I realized the day AFTER I paid my $2500 for the season tickets... grr).
This weekend is Ironman Louisville! I checked out the weather this morning -- high temp of 72 degrees!!!! I was a little bit dreading a humid mid 90's day, so low 70s sounds AMAZING. I haven't really trained for this race, so it will be interesting. I haven't ridden a century since last August. I did run Country Music Marathon this spring (with zero training specifically for the race) and did ok. I also did the Gulf Coast tri half iron race in the spring and did ok. I hadn't swam any since gulf coast until a couple weeks ago when I needed to make sure I still knew how to swim - ;) - I went through a 2 mile swim and felt fine so that was a big confidence booster. Anyway, I'm sure I'll finish, I'm sure it won't be a PR, I'm sure I'll hurt, and I'm sure it will be more fun than should be allowed by law!
Last night I ran with the Trak Shak group and had a great time. I don't think I ever have run with a group except in a race. I'm just more of a solo kinda guy I guess. But my neighbor Don has been running with this group and asked me Sunday to come give it a try, so I did. There were only about a dozen of us, men and women, thin and a little not thin. I went out with the 2 guys that obviously were going to be the fast ones (of course, cuz that's just the way I roll, er torture myself). It was just a 4 mile run so I figured I could handle about any pace for 4 miles. Hmph... After 2 miles of 630 ish pace I was drifting it back... I recovered a bit, but still finished the run a solid 30 seconds back of them. Next time I need to change my mindset from racing, to just running...
Well, I think that's enough for now. I guess I likely will post another in 6 months or so! Or not...
Thanks for joining me for My Daily Spin...
April 13, 2009
With little sleep there has been little training in the last week. I ran once for a couple hours and rode the trainer once, and that was it. So yesterday me and Mars ran in the rain.
Sunday is Powerman race, and I'm hopeful for better weather and a better performance than my last Powerman in 2007. Rain and 40 degrees was miserable!
I did my taxes yesterday and was pleasantly surprised to discover that I owe significantly less than I had expected/budgeted so there may be some new toys in my future!!
Until next time, thanks for joining me for my daily spin...
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March 30, 2009
February 16, 2009
The weather was great at the start - high 40's maybe and dry. After I got to the racesite I realized I forgot my chip at home so found the help desk and they were able - after a scolding my mom would be proud of -give me a new bib number and chip. But the last minute chip fix took away my alotted time for a warm-up jog, so I started off pretty stiff.
I had already decided well before the start of the race that I was going to run within my limits and not try to be fast. And I think I was able to maintain that strategy throughout the run. I stayed comfortable, never chased when others passed, and stayed relaxed.
The first 7 miles came and went easily, but the last 6 were hurting me a little. This 13.1 miles was the longest by 5 miles I have run since the Air Force marathon in September. My thighs were a little stiff, and my knees were starting to get slightly achy from the pavement pounding by the end of the run.
I finished in 1:45, right at 8 minute pace. I was satisfied.
Thanks for joining me for My Daily Spin.
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November 3, 2008
It's one of the things that keeps me distant from any significant others I've had since I divorced. Once you establish new respobsibilities with another person, once you are committed, once you have created this new family, you lose the flexibility of the unattached.
If I were to marry again, would I be able to follow E and J if they needed to move away? It's possible, but the scenario scares the crap out of me. I can imagine being remarried and they move, and I feel obligated to stay where I am because of this new partner and potential new family that has developed family roots where we are.
If I stay unattached, then I can always go anywhere my kids are. My profession is highly flexible; I can easily work anywhere in the USA and make plenty of money.
And Dad, he already had formed that new attachment in the form of Cheryl, and her daughter (who he eventually adopted) Terri. So he was stuck where he was, whether he wanted to follow or not...
I don't know if I want to face that...
October 29, 2008
The last time I remember having a face-contorted eyes swollen rivers of salty tears cry was after Emily and I walked out of the lawyer's office and sat in the Pilot and cried together over the finality of divorce. 2005.
Today it happened, and again I was in a truck. This time not one I had just given away, fortunately...
I was driving home from Barnes and Noble after a cup of coffee while reading Donald Miller's To Own a Dragon when it happened. Oh I've felt it coming, and I knew it would happen soon.
For weeks now, maybe the last few months, I've been pining for my dad. This happens occasionally, once or twice a year, but this time I've been feeling it stronger than ever.
It's been 12 years since he left us. That 5 am phone call from Uncle Clancy is still as fresh as this morning...
"You've gotta be kidding me" I tried, but
"No, DV, I wouldn't kid you about something like this."
It was the first phone call I had ever gotten from Clancy. The entire call only lasted maybe 2 or 3 minutes and that was it, he was gone. Emily was there with me when he called. My dad had met her once or twice over the few years we had been dating. [that he had met Emily give me some solace in that it's the only way my dad would know the other contributer to the grandkids I hadn't yet had, and maybe that would mean he had in a way known them somehow. If only they could know him...]
I was 21 and was supposed to start the first day of my second year of med school the day he died. I took a few days off to be around his family, my family, and help sort through his painfully few worldly possessions. And I moved on, not realizing that I was numb and would be for years... Maybe I still am.
Tonight I realized how much of my dad I didn't have, I don't have. The summer I turned 9 we moved 200 miles away from him. 167 miles to be exact, at least according to the sign just outside of town that I would read every other weekend when I would ride the Greyhound bus alone to be with him.
I still am not sure why we had to move away. I never really questioned it, and even now I don't think I want to know. I know my mom had a boyfriend whose family was close to where we moved, and we moved in with him. He later would become my step-dad; still is 25 years later... I believe I would have had more of my dad if we hadn't moved, and I'm pretty sure that would have been a positive thing although how could I know for sure? We moved, I left my dad, he couldn't come (why couldn't he move too, anyway?), and I grew up taking once or twice a month bus trips.
I came out of it an ok person, I just miss my dad... A lot.