I was back to work today. Went to the Olympic Oval to run this morning with Vijay, but we mostly walked. His quads were in some pain still from his long run on Saturday. This evening I took my three youngest back to the Oval for the family skating time. At first they were hesitant, but then they discovered the walkers used by the beginners and then they had a great time and want to go back more. I like that because the more we use the facility the cheaper it is because of our family membership:)

I've been ill the last few days and the illness is working its way through my family. It's painful to see my children ill because I can't take the hurt away. Abbe has been so patient the last few days with my napping around the living room. I've dropped about four pounds mostly because I haven't eaten anything as I've been afraid of what might happen if I did eat anything. Feeling much better today, but not well enough to run. I should have run a four-hour training run as I've got the Salt Lake City Marathon in three weeks. But, alas, I'll do one long run next Saturday and I'll be fine. I've watched a lot of television the last few days and have concluded that there is not much on that is really worthwhile unless you're a doctorate student doing a thesis on Spongebob Squarepants and his influence on the Millenials.

I am an avid runner. I love the feeling I get when I've been out for three or four or more hours that I'm doing something not many other people do. It makes me feel special, like I'm above the average couch potato. However, I do like the couch and I do like potatoes, especially the mashed potatoes my wife makes. These mashed potatoes are so good you would be willing to give up one of your children for a second helping:) I've run twelve marathons to date and have four more scheduled for this year. I love the feeling of crossing the finish line. It was a very emotional experience for me the first time I crossed my first marathon finish line. I thought it would be different the next time, but each time I relive that first experience. What a great moment. I guess I'm addicted to that feeling. The moment is so much sweeter when my family meets me at the finish. Its like a microcosm of the life experience to struggle through and endure to the end to meet up with your family as you cross the finish line.

My teenage boys would be mortified to know that I'm setting up a blogspot. They would be even more embarrassed if they knew I was even thinking of setting up a Facebook page. I thought it was time to join the new millenium and enjoy my computer for more than just spreadsheets. We'll see where this goes.