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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 thirty seven

mdvcostinby mdvcostinMar 28th 2010
What crazy past couple of weeks. The last time we spoke I was down south in Florida. I had no bike but I did have access to some spin bikes. I wrapped up that trip flew to Washington DC to catch another flight to Spain. I arrived on a Friday evening got checked in got a little lost but managed to get in a 45 minute bike before it was too dark to ride legally. Got up checked out and it was supposed to be an off day but I did not work out on the previous Thursday I used it for a long bike ride. I rode for two hours and experienced some chaffing. I need to get some good cream and / or just get used to it.

I flew to Spain Saturday evening and got there in the evening got all check in and go my bearings. Now we arrived on Sunday, for those sticklers for time. On Monday I attended my meetings and when I got out I went for a run. Great place for a run there are bike lanes, side walks plenty of room. I am getting done with the run. i wanted to run for 1 hour 15 minutes. At the 58 minute mark I step off the curb and turn my ankle, ouch!, I do what every athlete does that turns there ankle. I swear and begin to tighten my shoe to keep the swelling down. I get up and walk, limp, a little it feels better and better so much so I continue on with my run. I finish up at 1 hour 12 minutes. The next morning is when the real fun stared my ankle was huge, I mean gigantic huge. It was blue and black and stiff as a board. I take two handkerchiefs and tie them together and use them as a wrap take some aspirin and soldier on for the day. During the day it begins to loosen up so much so I decide to test it. I run for 45 minutes and feel stiff but ok. In my next session I will post a picture of my ankle.

The next day I feel ok I do not want to push fate so I just do a 40 minutes exercise session ie pushups, sit ups you name it. The hotel does not have any exercise equipment. I did take advantage of the 7 floors and walk the stairs for a bit as well.

Thursday was met by a lot of "networking" which was followed by a quick shower and catching a 0600 flight back to the states. I was not at the top of my game.

Then I get back to the states. I manage to get in an hour ride on Saturday between feeling the effects of the flight and "networking". Then today I put in a respectable 1 hour and 35 minutes run. I am guessing about 9.5 miles.

I am behind the curve on my distance and feeling concerned.
 
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