Reports of my demise

Have been greatly exaggerated.

So I’m writing this morning from a trendy chain bakery which serves bagels the size of one’s head, and good coffee. Yummy.

For the week between Christmas and New Year’s, I’m working out of the company’s Waterford office instead of making the drag over to Newport. I’m usually here on Fridays, anyway, which is nice since it gets me home about a half hour earlier, and I get that much more time to wrestle with the boys. Yeah.

Like I mentioned yesterday, life has finally slowed down enough for me to jump back on instead of sprinting alongside, and I’m trying to get back in a groove (some would say rut). Big project delivered, new client growing happy with me, and opportunity out the ying-yang. At least for this week.

Fitness is coming back to the top of my priority list, too. Swam at the Y yesterday – 10 laps breast, 10 laps freestyle, 3 laps kickboard, 10 laps free, and 5 breast. I’ll be the first to admit that other than being able to stay afloat, I have no clue what I’m doing in the water. For instance, I thought one was supposed to bend one’s knees while kicking. Which apparently, you’re not. Which could be why I consistently get lapped.

This morning was 3.7 or so at Bluff Point. There’s still a bunch of snow on the ground, and I probably would have been much better off if I’d been skiing. As it was, the run was tough, tough. I ran the first 1.5 at about a 9 minute pace, and walked/ran the 1.5 back (over a hill, etc) at about a 12 minute pace. Slow, yes, but it was snowy, and I think I was a little dehydrated. But it’s all in pursuit of a goal.

Anyhew, sorry for my absence. And again, good luck in the New Year to y’all.