Goodbye 2010

No year goes by without changes. This one was no exception. Much changed. Some things remained the same. I watched the Grandsons get older and stronger. Sara came through a big change. Now she's a student at Troy. We had another successful family reunion. We lost Mom in July. We missed her at the Holidays. There was a snow at Christmas for the first time in 100 years. I trained up and ran 13.2 miles earlier this year. Joe trained along at the same time and ran the Half Marathon in Seattle. David took an interest in hunting. Max has become a Star Wars fan. I don't think I did very well with last year's resolutions. This year's resolution for weight loss will be hampered by an irritated ileotibial band. Running will probably be out of the question for weeks. So much for getting up for a 30 mile run. But weight loss remains my resolution again this year. Perhaps I can discipline myself for it.

Determination and goals...

Here I am again writing about being determined and trying to get that weight down again. It seems I can't keep myself motivated to bring myself to get my weight down to my ideal. I need my goals. Now I have at least 3 to keep me straight and narrow. Firstly, we will do the bike safari again next year. I also have a backpacking trip to do with Kirk. And Joe asked me to come to Hawaii with them next year. SO now I need to get a better looking build for a swim suit. Then there is also the run I have slated for February. So we've started eating right as of yesterday. I need to set a fit day. How about April 1st. Body weight 185.

Miles to go before we sleep...

Last week was a big week for exercise for me. It was also a continuation of a goal I'd had since 2005. Back then, when I'd become inspired with cycling, I researched many trails around the region within driving distance and discovered the Virginia Creeper and the New River Trail. Then in 2007 when I accompanied Bev to the first quilting retreat there at Camp Cheerio, I brought a ATB tandem that we rode on the Virginia Creeper from Abingdon to just outside of Damascus. She was hooked. It was some of the most beautiful Autumn scenery anyone could wish for. Then we rode again from Galax toward the Fries Junction and back. That day we pledged to return and ride the rest of the trails. Work schedules intruded so it took until this year for us to have the chance to go back. But we made the most of this trip. We rode every day leading up to the retreat. We finished the unridden portion from Damascus toward Abingdon and then rode the portion from Damascus to Whitetop and back. Then we rode the portion from Foster's Falls up to the Dora Junction and back. Then we rode the Galax to Fries Junction portion leaving only the Fries to Foster's Falls to do when we return another year. Total miles on the tandem mountain bike this week for Bev and me, 115.06 miles.

Thursday evening we drove over to Roaring Gap to Camp Cheerio there. Without my cycling partner and with weekend leaf peeping traffic increasing, I elected to add to my trail running totals. I managed 9.3 and 9.4 miles on the next 2 days. So 18.7 miles running in addition to the 115 miles riding. Not a bad week for exercise. Unfortunately I had great food and negated all the calories burned.

Work, work, work...

I've spent the best part of this off week building a ground level deck to replace the patio we had downstairs by what used to be the entry to my Mom's apartment. After we built the upper deck, the rain falling through was making the little patio a mess, so we debated which would improve the appearance. My first idea was to simply build the boxes that we would attach decking and put those directly onto concrete blocks on the ground. Then I saw an idea with 4 x 4 sleepers in the ground to support the deck. After a big day of work pulling out the old brick patio, I had a fitful night of sleep. Too many aches and pains from using all those muscles I didn't remember I had. While lying there awake. I had an idea to combine the ideas, putting the back part of the deck on the sleepers and supporting the front of the deck with blocks under short legs down from the deck. Well the result was a really solid deck platform. After working with the alignment with the house, I found a spot that worked best. Then yesterday, I sawed all the decking and fitted it to place. Well, almost all the decking. I found I was 5 pieces short of finishing the project. So today, I started early using wood screws to lock the boards down. It was a lot more work than I thought. Right in the middle of my project, the skies opened up and rain came down for about 20 minutes or so. It really drenched my project. Once the rain passed, I got busy with a big effort to finish but fell short by a row and a half. If I have the time tomorrow, the last row can be cut and fitted. Then the fascia needs to be fitted. And if I get those attached, the deck part of the project is just about finished. Next comes the walk path to connect the stairs with the deck. That and some minor cosmetic work around the shrubs and the grass. Not too much left to do.

This looks like a job for....

Bev and I are working this week. When we are off, we invite the boys, David and Max, to spend Friday night with us. Since that was impossible this week, I took the boys to the municipal pool this morning for a treat. Then we would later go to lunch at Burger King so they could play in the "play-place".

The fun started about 30 minutes after we'd gotten into the pool. David had found a playmate and they were out a little deeper than Max. But Max wanted to join in with the bigger kids. Max worked his way out further and further by staying up on tip-toes until the water was up to his nose. Then he went a little further so that he could only catch a breath when he made little bounds. And then with a misplaced bound, he went further than he intended and now the water line was up over his eyebrows. Now as he bounds I can see he can't quite get his nose above water. As I quickly start across the pool, I can see surprise in Max's eyes and his rapid bounds take him a little further away and a bit deeper. With David right beside him, but unaware of his difficulty, I call to him to help his brother. I call a second time, but he still hasn't noticed Max. With my third call, he turns, scoops Max by the waist, and lifts him up out of the water. I can see water running out of ears, and eyes, and nose, and mouth.

Of course, I was closing the gap as I spoke. I was only a step away as David lifted him clear and had him in my arms in a flash. With water still streaming off him, I borrowed a page from my friend Coach Dan Perkins. Using the same unruffled approach as Coach I asked, "Max, are you trying to drink my pool?" Then I said, "If you do, we're going to have to get the hose out and fill it up again." It worked as well with Max as it did with Coach Perkins' daughter all those years ago. He told me that he needed to see him Mommy so I put him out on the side and asked him to come back in when he was ready. In less than a minute, he was back playing in the SHALLOW end.

Later at lunch I praised David for "saving" his brother. An exaggeration, I don't think so. I was on my way to succor him but it was David that lifted him to air. Could the time it took me to take those 2 final steps made a difference? Perhaps. I felt this was a teaching moment. One where his role as big brother could be defined and reinforced. A moment for him to see that being a hero was within his grasp.

(When called upon to save Max, you should have seen how he lifted him. Superman couldn't have done better.)

Sticking...

The past few days have gone pretty well. I don't crave the junk that I was feasting on for the past few months. I wonder if the change of stress has done something. It had gotten pretty intense. Perhaps it isn't the primary reason, but the energy it consumed took strength that I needed in other areas. Of course, the vision of my weight hanging around my belly gives me some drive to get it gone. What can I do. I am not going to be a real physical specimen at my age. I can only be as healthy as I can and live with those parameters. Like the interest in running an ultra-marathon. Why? But then again, why not? Attempt a triathlon? Why not? But the first step has to be getting the goop factor down to 190 lbs. Just no sense in hauling an extra 20 lbs of lard over the hills and dells.

What it takes...

I seem to have put my resolve firmly into place. I've been close to getting myself down to a good measurement  several times now but failed when I relaxed my hold on my impulses. Will this time be different? Not sure. But there are goals I want to achieve in the short and longer term. First of all, I don't want to head up to Michigan with my belly hanging out like it was last week. I am down to 2 pair of long pants that fit comfortably. Just a short time ago, I was almost ready to move into 34 waist pants. If I am strong, I can drop 10 lbs by the time we fly out of Birmingham. The next in the series of long term goals would be to be lighter for cycling and, more importantly, my ultramarathon training. I want to do the Sylaward by mid-October, then of course I want to run at least half of Todd's Ultra in February. So although my main desire is to see the pounds melt off, I am really concerned about being able to do the training for those events without knee problems. Diet alone won't be enough. Some form of exercise each morning along with disciplined eating every day will be required.

But I have begun.