Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. It has been four months. I'm sure you thought that I had written off this blog, no pun intended. Maybe you thought that I had, oh I don't know, gone off and become a circus clown. Now that would have been something to write about. Most of my dealings have been rather dull.
Oh sure, there was that marathon PR in June that was only 2:08 off of a Boston Qualification. Too bad I had to make several port-o-can stops. And of course there has been life with Frankie. If you follow me on FB, you have gotten to see more pictures of him than Prince Harry at the Las Vegas blow out. And who can forget about the start of high school for The Banana? There have been lots of exciting things happening in this neck of the woods.
There has also been a whole lot of pain, set backs, and discouragement. I really did not want to write about that. I did not want to write about going an entire year with out racing in a triathlon. I did not want to write about injuries that kept me from training, water pouring out of my ceiling, or getting fat and slow.
No one wants to read about that stuff. The reader delights in tales of adventure, love, and a fair bit of comedy. All of those have been lacking, with some severity, over the past four months and even for the last year.
But now I am writing. I ran 10 miles this morning. It wasn't spectacular, but the pace was under 9:00 per mile and it is a starting point back to peak fitness in 16 weeks. My shoulder is healing and I was able to do a strength training session on Friday without much soreness. And, there is still someone out there who thinks I am amazing. Even if I don't feel amazing, I'm going to take the advice of Billy Crystal's Fernando Lamas character: "It is better to look good than feel good." So it is time for me to put my best face on, use a little smoke and mirrors, and possibly even wear some pink.
It is time to crawl out of the shadows. Fake it until you make it. "You look marvelous!"