We’ve been busy. Not doing Triathlon stuff.

I threw T in the truck, and we road tripped huge the day he got out of school.

We went on a Mighty River Trek. We drove through 17 states, only 6 on the same roads, and did a big circle route down to the Mississippi in Mississippi, up to the Missouri, and up the Ohio, back home.

We swam in all three rivers; I stood with one foot in Old Man Mississip’ and one in the Ohio, at the same time. I plowed the Trucoma through the Big Mo’. We ate "Throwed Rolls" grilled bologna in a restaurant, camp food, fried chicken, and bugs.and a gallon jug of sweet tea. Celebrities dropped like flies, and a tree fell in my driveway at home, where I could do nothing, (Thanks Mark for moving it)

We went to Memphis and avoided Graceland like it was Neverland, but did see a cool statue of BB King. We went to the top of the Gateway to the West, (the Arch),

in St Louis. We saw the Louisville Slugger plant, and Churchill Downs, got hazed as a tourist, and drove down Mohammed Ali Blvd. And we spent a fantastic day at a water park on the Mississippi just outside of St Louis. We Geocached in 5 or 6 different states, much to T's chagrin. Got a parking ticket that was spotted from the top of the Gateway Arch, and a speeding ticket for 56 in a 45 coming off the highway in Cairo Illinois.

Good luck collecting that fine…dick.

We are back, and fine, and I am finally rested from it all.

Getting ready!!

32 Days, 21:20.13 to go.

And I am more serious about the training this year than I have ever been. About frigging time.

I’m over training the bike this year, because Bridgewater may as well be West Memphis Arkansas when I want to find a hill. I figure if my bike ride is longer than the actual course, it all washes out in the end. I know I am just kidding myself about this, but it’s still a better plan than I have historically been executing.

I finally replaced the battery in my odometer, and it was almost a mistake for the first few rides, because I have seen my speed, both top, and average. I’m averaging 1?.3 MPH. I’m almost Lance-like in my efforts.

Today I did something different. I brought the MP3 player. Completely illegal. They will penalize me if I use it at the Timberman, but I was in a mood.

I had forgotten about the power of good music. And, the power of crappy music as well. I figure the time I make up will more than compensate my penalty minutes.

Once I have the soundtrack down, I will repeat it constantly until it is ingrained into my soul. The same way I still feel like I should be doing a flip turn at “back to school, yeah” in Zep’s “Whole Lotta Love” and picking up my head to “Looooooooove ba boom ba boom” and climbing out of the pool at “I wanna be your back door man”. If I can time this so that I am climbing hills to the sounds of AC/DC’s “You Shook Me” I’ll be golden. And if I can time The Proclaimers for the last hill, I’m gonna soar.

Not today