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.