WELCOME TO MY COUNTRY
i have a friend who thinks that he is going to live to 120 years old...the same friend who eats only mangos for a week straight until he "shits like a bird". me, i like steak. turning 50 was anti-climactic but the aftermath has been a bit troubling. this has not been the year i had hoped for; athletically that is. i raced once. i decided to pass on ironman this year because i just didn't feel like it. i bought several guitars. got into jazz...many weeks have seen less than 10 hours of training. maybe i have gained perspective and ironman shit is not so important, but i don't think so. i think it was a rebellion of some kind.... later today i am going for my first over 50 compulsory physical. i am a bit ashamed that i have put it off twice and now i am going, not having done my bloodwork yet. i have had a million excuses but the real truth is i am afraid to do it. afraid of what it might show, how it might change things. what if something actually comes back abn