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Just a man saying I am.
Just a man saying I am.
About Me
I am a husband and father first and foremost. I thought I had been doing sports my whole life. My kids are active in sports and in the past few years I have really focused on their careers as athletes. I caught myself one day pushing one of my kids. Saying "you have to push yourself, go past what you think you can do". The look she gave me, I felt I got back from her, hit hit me like ton of bricks. It was a look of what have you done to push yourself.... Wow, what have I done recently.

Professionally I pushed myself to the top of my field, Spiritually I have a relationship with my Holy Father, Mentally I am pushed with my career. I cannot say emotionally I am there because I am not happy with my physical self. I feel I am overweight, not seeking the next brass ring if you will. I had to push myself to find myself.

I originally wanted to find myself with cycling. I love the thought of pushing. A quote from Armstrong that goes [the winner of the tour is not the best cyclist but the one who can suffer the most]. It is not the reality of winning or losing but being pushed. To go past who you were and to who you are.

Lastly I want to use another quote. This one from the movie Rocky Balboa,

"What's crazy about going toe to toe and saying I am"

Day seven, eight, and nine.

mdvcostinby mdvcostinFeb 17th 2010
Well sport fans when last we left our intrepet triahlete he was not on a good run with taking off Sunday for a day of sloth. Monday came and he went for a run. Did I mention that breakfast consisted of a mcmuffin and hash browns. It got better for lunch a double cheeseburger..... with bacon was consumed with copius amounts of fries...... eeee gads. Well all would be ok, a run, a long run, was in order.

I set out in the rain and cold feeling very Rockyesk. Ran no more than 8 minutes and a cramp in my right calf. I am calling it a bad cramp. I do that because I have no time for a pull or strain. I continued on with the run but at a walk. Trying to stretch it out. By the end of the run it felt a little better. Well we live and learn

Tuesday came, day eight, I had to take a trip to Boston. The plan was simple get up early ride for an hour or so and clean up and drive to airport. Ha, sleep is an evil mistress. I made it to the airport on time. So we move to a modification plan. Arrive in Boston at 5 pm get to hotel and make do with what they have, good plan. Seven hour delay in Atlanta and arrival in Boston at 1140pm arrive at hotel at 1240am. I wussed out and went to sleep.

Now the good news I went to bed around 0245am got up at 0650am and went for a run on the tread mill for 45 minutes. Would have been more but I had meetings at 0830am. I am currently waiting for my flight back south.

The plan is not to use recovery day tomorrow but get bike and weights in and make up for the last two days of slothen behavior.

Now some personnel news. Monday was the state swimming championships and my daughter was in two events. She is a second year high school student and a little nervous. She did not due as well as she would have liked in the 50 free style. In the 100 yard butterfly she quailfied for the second round. From the second round she came in 10 overall. That is tenth in the state. I am a very proud papa. My son, who is a senior was an alternate for the boys relay swim team. They unfortanelty did not make it out of the prelims. Such is life I suppose.

That is all for now, I hope all is well with you all.
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