New Ideas

Today I saw On the Edge, a movie about a runner who was thrown out of the running community for cashing in plane vouchers for the money. This was the way around being an armature athlete and getting paid and this guy wanted armature just to get paid. So in the movie he has not run a race in 20 years comes come to run this in CA and wins it while blowing up the unjust that was done to him. Been in my head since I was a kid and has inspired me through my running. I just found the name of it today. So in the past 20 years of my life there always has been something for me. College, photography, restaurants, primerica, wine buyer, these are all things I have done and none of them have really worked out for me. I have always come up short and when I did I would find myself running again. I have been running since I was 4 years old, off and on through high school, a year and half in college, three years in Oregon, six months in Oklahoma, five years in Boston. Now I'm back at it after six years, after getting married, moving to the northshore and having our first son. Whom I stay home and take care of.
So after all these years of nothing working out for me I fell like I'm drowning. I'm under the water I can see the surface but I can not reach it. Year after year, fired or quit I move onto something else that take up the space for a while but the consistent thing has been my running. I have learned I can not work for some one because I will get fired and I have tried to live the dreams of others and fell short. I always came back to running. I have always been good at it, never had to try, it just happened. I was fast. It was natural. As a kid watching the Ironman on tv I have always had a dream of being a triathlete. Knowing I am a fast runner and being fast as a bmx racer as a kid and a year of swimming in high school I felt I could do well as a triathlete. So when I moved to Boston I started to trained, raced and made great results. Now getting back into the sport I feel running is my key back. Since I started to train I want to give back and coach a high school cross country team. This is not possible for the next couple of years till the kids get older plus it does not pay well. But I feel I can give back to others. In the last couple of months I made a decision to educate myself on coaching. Now I'm ready to take my first coaching certification in cycling and plan to work on the others. I went to the wealth anex a couple of years ago. I saw Donald trump speak. He told a story about one of his friends son who worked with his father in realstate. He was horrible at it lost his father millions. When he was at a construction sit he was amazing, it was like a lite bulb went off. He love it, he was great at it and became highly successful and made his father millions. Trump said do want you love and the money will take care of it self. The new idea is to coach endurance athletes. I love to run, cycle and swim. I'm taking it slow. I really want to work it out, make a business out of it. Don't have a name for it, will have my first coaching license in the up coming weeks and will be coaching a cyclist for the up and coming cyclocross season. So injunction with building a triathlon team here on the northshore I think I will do well. I have been looking at other coaches, and business that offer services for athletes and how could I impact the community here on the northshore. Starting to have a vision of what this could be. So as I stay home and raise the kids I would to be able to help our family and help other all in the frame work of my life. This idea make me feel like I can breathe. j

The Chair

I have opened Pandora's box. I bought Preston a step stool. He is up to counter level and loving it. He pulls it around the kitchen climbs up and get into all my business. The boy loves to climb. j

Skipping the Potty

Preston got a Potty for his first birthday and since then he has sat on it a hand-full of times. Holly just went out to buy him a step stool and a training seat. Now he sits on the potty twice a day.So after lunch today as I was cleaning up, bubs walks out of the dinning room. I hear him in the bathroom, drop all what I'm doing and run in the to the bathroom to find him with training seat all set up and climbing onto the potty. Unfortunately he had already gone, but the ML is almost there just put the feeling of going and the potty and he will have it. I do hope it happens before February. More to come. j

Time Passes

It has been a bang up month with the bubs working his magic. A kiss to remember with hugs around the corner. So I was holding the bubs in the kitchen giving him kisses on the check. I turn my head for a second and as I turn back bubs reaches in to kiss me on the lips. I was a little surprised. Happy though to think my son sees my wife and I kiss all the time. He is learning from to people that love each other and this is why love to give hugs, the dog, Holly, Auntie Des and I. It's just very heart warming to walk into a room and have your son run up to you and hug you. j

P is lost

So lately I have been dubbed Mamma from the Bubs which is ok . I would like him to go back to Pappa i fell in time he will. A new thing is happening. He is starting to get attached. He wants his Mamma and not Mamma Mamma but me. I'll scope him up from the person who has him and he give his little wave bye. j

weekend away

I spent this last weekend with some old friends in Las Vegas. Leaving my family was hard but I was excited to spend some time with guys. Now back home I can say I really missed them. Waiting at the airport was hard I really wanted to see my family. To see my wife and son. Now back taking care of Preston he seems to be bigger more vocal. Spending those days away enabled me see Preston not as my baby boy but my little man. He has grown to be a toddler. j

Turn

I turn around and what do I see but Preston climbing everything I see. The boy has found his climbing legs. He also runs too. The game is getting a little faster now and there is less margin error. Now if I could only get him to say his p's because I'm just a little tired of being called mamma. j