Life isn't always full of good surprises

I just got off the phone with a friend of mine-P. He's always off to New York, or Phoenix, or Chicago, London, etc. So when he called I thought he just got back from vacation in (insert some city). I forgot he was in New York for his boss' son's wedding.


So he had just gotten back from New York when he got a phone call from the Wichita police. His father died in his sleep, and P just spoke with him the night before. His father sounded fine. Now, after the funeral, the settling of the estate and how to take care of his mother who has alzheimers, who was being taken care of by his father. How tragic. I feel for their whole family, especially his mother. Can you imagine being lost, not always knowing where you are, or even who you are? But then there's always one face that you recognize, who you feel safe around. And then all of a sudden that person is gone. You don't know why. You don't know when. You may not even know why you feel scared, why you feel your security is gone, only that you know you're lost.


So we really need to show the people we love how much we appreciate them. And Mr G, I hope you're at peace. I never met you, but I've met your son and one of your daughters. And I know from them that you were a good and kind person.

Run last night

I'm off the marathon training schedule so I'm off doing my own thing for a bit. Ran 5 miles yesterday, hoping for mid-tempo pace. Times 52:26 total with 27:09 and 25:15 splits. After taking all this time off, it actually felt good. No pain in the beginning and the shin didn't start to bug me until the very end.

Overall-felt good. Felt good to WANT to run, even though my mantra was I hate running with a passion. After the tri, my new mantra is I hate swimming with a passion.

That's it. Not much else to say, except made a killer ceviche last night. Yummy.