It is, let's see, the thirteenth day of June. I miss writing on this thing. Today is great day for blogging because the weather outside is a soggy mess. Spring/Summer in Boise this year has been goofier than normal, it seems, though I realize it's human nature to believe "this year is the craziest ever". But seriously, the weird weather patterns are messing with my internal clock; we had a heat wave roll through in early March that stuck around just long enough to trick me into summertime habits. Then it went away. The heat. All of it. Temperatures dove back down and we had a snowstorm or two, then the temps came back up but the moisture stuck around.
So here we are, mid June and soggy. Aside from some yard-work aspirations, the rain drops aren't standing in my way of any real objectives. It is Saturday after all, the best day of the week for going with the flow and filling unscheduled time with naps nibbles and cocktails.... Okay. I admit that I have a hard time really 'floating' through the weekend without creating some sort of task list, but Lauren is a pro and offers free lessons.
Lauren is outside right now, in the rain, with fur-monster McKinley. Or as we've been calling her of late: McDiculous, or McSkinley, McStinky... Lauren and the dog went on a little run downtown to see some of the multi-sport professionals transition from the bike to run leg in today's IronMan 70.3 event. I can't imagine having to race a 1/2 IronMan in today's weather. As Lauren so keenly noted, just think about the rashes you'd develop spending four to six hours in a saturated pair of lycra shorts. Yikes. Although I'm not (nor have ever been) a tri-guy, today is one day of many that I celebrate my retirement from road racing.
Headed to Alaska in a few weeks to see my mom and Bob. Lauren and I are departing on the sixth of July and meeting my sister, Jacob, and Corey en route. I can not wait. I haven't seen my parents since last Fall, and have never been to Alaska. The distance has been hard on all of us, certainly harder on me than I expected. In retrospect there was a subconscious feeling of security (and contentment) knowing that a mere 3.5 hour drive stood between us when they lived in Elko. I can't fight it, I have always been and will always be a total mamma's boy. So there.
Life is good overall. I still tend to get really bogged down in the minutiae of day-to-day challenges, be them work, marriage, athletics, whatever. At the bottom of it all I just want to kick ass: I want to be the best engineer my employer has ever hired, the best husband in any marriage ever consecrated, the most fit recreational mountain biker in the West. This constant pursuit of perfection is self destructive, it inhibits 1) appreciating the current state of affairs and 2) plotting out a meaningful course for the future. I mean seriously, why am I unable to relax and (as mentioned above) just go with the flow in life? Ah, crap, this blog entry is turning philosophical as is typical.
Lauren is back now. We're headed to Gerry and Toughan's house for a BBQ this evening so I better boogie. There are showers to be taken and cookies to be make(n?) before we depart. Later then.
