Getting ready to go to Elkhart Lake tomorrow with J and the dink. Been a while since I’ve been. It’s been so long I’ll have to refer back to this exact journal to figure out my last SuperBike experience. I don’t need a reference to know that it was very different circumstances than we’ll have tomorrow. No matter, this will be tons of fun!
For the eighth time I’m going to try to get back in the game. I waste so much time on unimportant things that I can refocus some of that energy on a weekly journal entry like I used to. I think a journal is important, and I’m so disappointed in myself that I stopped at an important part in my life where so much has happened. Doogie is back, hopefully…
The Squeak turns 1.5 today. Time continues to speed up at an alarming rate.
Well, goodbye Ron Dayne, hello Edgar Bennett. Another uneventful birthday, which is how they should be.
I did my birthday run. Success. 34 3.4 in 26.09, 7:41* pace. Beat down my Garmin virtual running partner doing my goal of 7:50. I’ve never wheezed like this in my life though *(had to stop twice for cross traffic. I stop, the timer stops). Time for some victory beers.
Well, I’m feeling a little better today. Should be back be “normal” after tonight. Next Rausagefest, no Goldschlager.
Thanks to all those that came to RF1. With the lack of leftovers and beer I trust that you all enjoyed yourself.
The movie screen ended up being pretty awesome when the sun went down. Many of you missed the Dazed and Confused/Big Lebowski double feature. Then again, many of you have seen that double feature with me at my house on other random Saturdays.
An extra thank you to those that don’t know how to follow instructions and brought a present for either D or myself.