Short and sweet. We had a scare that Ash had a kidney stone - she drank tons of water and cranberry stuff and it hopefully passed or just went away. That would have been a bit much I think. As it is it dropped her to her knees a few times. The baby will be here in a week. Let me repeat that. The baby will be here in a week. Holy cow. Ash said to me the other day - "don't know if you realize it or not, but we are having a baby." If it wasn't so serious, it would be really funny. Thankfully, I have the MUnicycle to keep me sane. I absolutely love it. There are not enough hours in a day to unicycle. And if there were I would be way too sore to continue. (picture is a blood blister from uni) I can hop steps now and ride some mild trail stuff without too much sweat. I spoke to Peter tonight about a unicycle triabetes rep. There is a 500 mile race in Canada... PS - the chickens are laying around 15 eggs a day! And one other update: what do you get when you cross an Eastern Screech Owl and a bike? An Eastern Screech Owl stuck in your spokes. No kidding. I put my bike on my car in the early am monday and went to drop off my car at the shop and then I was going to ride into work from there. When I got to the top of the hill (Steve's Auto) I got out and saw something caught in my spokes...near the cogset. Thought it was just some trash. Upon further inspection, it was a screech owl - unconscious but hanging for its life upside down from my spokes. I carefully wrapped it up and put it in a bag. I raced back home and by that time it was moving around. I rigged up a dog crate with a perch and Ash took it to Genesis up on Beech mtn. I think its going to be ok. The pic is not my screech owl, but it probably had a similar expression just before impact...
All things die OK, well all things definitely change and I hate change. Change is like death. What is known is gone but not forgotten like death. What is coming is not known like life. Here we are in the middle of it all not dying not living hating change.
Just a quick post. Ashley got her leg scanned yesterday to see how the clot was doing. We both just figured that it would be solidified and stable and maybe Ashley could get of coumadin. We figured that things were going fine, but the scan showed NO CLOT!! God, that is such a relief. Something that caused so much anxiety and pain for so long... to be gone and having blood flowing is wonderful. Thank you to whatever grace delivered that. And today she got the news that she could get off coumadin. And today we got the news that the balance of $800 that we owed the hospital is now zero. Good couple of days.
3am. September 7, 2008. Breakfast. I was 170 and took 4 units and ate the old boiled eggs that I had made for Bill Carlson as well as some cold leftover maccaroni and cheese. Breakfast of champions. I had slept 7 hours at that point and was really doing well mentally. I decided awhile back to enjoy this experience because it would in all likelihood be the only time I ever do Ironman. I was not really nervous...well, at least I wasn't scared. I was even able to sleep another hour. 5am. Michelle and Stacy stop by and pick me up and take me to Ironman. I need to take a moment to thank Michelle for dreaming up this whole project in a coffeeshop and then making it happen - and for supporting me this entire year with advice and smack talk - and for giving up her spot in Ironman to make sure that the documentary gets done right - and for giving up her house to me and my family for a whole week. The lady is amazing. Ok, back to the story. I go to drop my special needs bags off and who do I...