Day of love

Man what an exciting time and the promises of success to come, with riding clothes and christmas and family and love, with emotion and family and grub and turkey, ham and roast beef. Man o man, thoughts to come when the energy to write belongs to me again

Its been so long

Writing in this journal has only been partially successful and may take a rededication of forces in order to make the most of a streaming state of mind. THings are wonderful right now, and indescribable ectasy of new emotions and refound loves, of life, of success of belonging and the new steps a man must take in order to feel comfortable inside his own skin. I look around and see the trappings of a steward of the new society building itself from the scrap of a dying breed. In my soul I find an emerging sense of worth and desire, one which will guide me down a path of leadership and values. Unfortunately there are still some things on my agenda to be finished. I have to come up with my training schedule for the next 8 months. THere's no more time to delay, I have to find some C category race, build and build and build until I feel comfortable with what I'm doing. This necessitates many of the components which I find myself surrounded by. The one thing which would complete my ability to train most efficiently is the purchase of an indoor trainer. I have swim, bike, and run when the nike free arrives. Solon is on his way and my relationship with Erica is quite strong, I find myself truly blessed and riding high. My family is good, Derek is recovering, Grandma and I have a strong special relationship, and mom and dad will be happy to hear I have started a new job (or will be starting). My life is finally on track and I feel moving in a good direction, in fact, an excellent direction. The one thing truly lacking is my dedication to the improvement of my writing, poetry and penmanship. I need to put the same dedication to all parts of my life, and I feel it will pay off. A 10 oclock start is great because it allows me to work out in the morning and take care of Solon.

We need to find some puppy literature for the little tike and get everything up to date, I'll be on point for all of this. need to set up some goals for the Xmas trip.
1. Lose 5lbs of fat and water weight.
2. Find media on puppy training and homelessness
3. Connect with family and friends
4. Snowboard once
5. Take lots of pictures
6. Get my holiday cards out

Thats enough for now, I have to go fix my bike wheel.

A medley of thoughts burst through my mind, most vanishing with the early morning fog blanketing the slopes of dear Avalon. In my dream I had a vision of a land far away in the cycle of imagination and dreams. From a viewpoint around the corner of a cliff standing on the edge of a precipice with cobbled stones pulled from the earth to form a low barrier against the inquiries of the mad and self-forsaken. Beyond this wall of stone, lies Eden, in all its home, on the far left the shining roofs of building after building rainbow their splendid iridescence towards the sky, brightening the sun with their madly golden tempered reflection. Dozens upon dozens litter that area before the mountains, and oh what mountains. They take your breath and pull it out ofyou in a long air starved gasp only halted by the swift intake of oxygen needed to keep the brain from dying so that you may continue to gaze upon their crystalled masses. Like the teeth of a shark, white sharp points piercing the gaping mouth of blue sitting on top of them. So intensely sharp as if to pierce the bubble of our atmosphere and let all of space come tumbling in. But let our gaze sweep to the right, to where an enormous lake of purest blue sits reflecting each stray bird caught peering for the bottom in their hopes to catch the silver flash of the inhabitants of that huge saucer of Neptune. Settling along the shore rises forest with spires of interwoven trees riding the undulating land to form a second haven for man, perfectly blended with the earth, save for the immense height and unmistakable geometry of the largest structures who stand among their sitting brethren, still unable to shake their very tree-like natures completely from their stilted shoulders. Beyond this port of living, collected lumber lie the fields of managed bounty, kaleidoscoping into the distance they harbor enormous grain pyramids of vibrant and powerful proportions, capable of spilling their hearty production upon the land and flooding the rivers with waves and oceans of harvested life.

This vision spoke to me, from my imagination it called, and I wish my eyes never opened for beauty lay in its voice.

Its no longer 44 weeks

When thinking about it, only about 38 weeks remain, around 260 days, some inordinate amount of hours, and a lot more minutes. Man, its 6:40 in the morning, and I got less than three hours of sleep last night, I cna't do long multiplication, long division, long addition, or, well shit, I even fail to do basic reasoning or simple witting. What is going through my mind. I'm finally starting to get my act together, start the long training, make the plans to get things done that need to be done, for instance fixing my bike's back wheel, getting an indoor trainer so I don't have to waste as much time in the gym every evening and I can get to bed earlier and spend more time with Erica if she decides to come home earlier. HOpefully this will turn out to be quality time but you can never know and so I must simply do my best. So my schedule is probably going to iron out to being Yoga every day 4:30, then breakfast at 6:30, out the door by 6:45, run to gym by 7-7:15 for an hour swim, run into work, 9-5, come home, 90-120 on the trainer, dinner at 7, sleep by 8:30. Thats pretty much a full day for me, and I don't know if I could squeeze any more time into it. Thats about 5 to 5 1/2 hours a day of exercise. I'm not sure what my weight is right now, but it should be solidly under 200. I didn't have another exorbitant weekend, although I had my fair share of drinks, most of while absorbing into my bloodstream, got a second chance to see the light of day. Quit drinking beer and hard-a guess I'll be sticking to a low cal wine diet, when I choose to drink anymore that is. Doesn't really appeal to me at this point, although the holiday cheer may change that perspective. Maybe if I get the trainer before I leave for home I can bring it home so I can continue to train, although there's all that other stuff that dad has for cross training I may not need it. Its an idea.

New ideas new ideas

How they appear early in the morning when you're waiting for your own private yoga session with yourself. So my new one is to create a nutrition book for myself, other athletes and make it applicable to the average joe. Naturally I'd have to get all my reseach done and write it in an interesting fashion, but think of the possibilities. Actually, I have to find out if the possibilties have already been thought of, so off to Amazon for me