It is not that nothing has gone on. I have moved my office, continued to build a new restaurant, resumed my training, and escaped any real impact in this recession, thus far, anyway... I even managed to get by on less than 1/2 a tank of gas during the great gas shortage of late September, 2008.
I should mention, I have managed all of these things for quite some time without any rescue plans from the government. But, if they are looking to amend the plan, free free to throw a couple million my way. Or, perhaps a few billion to the airline industry. They are not really asking, but I hear they have needed it for quite some time. They must have relied too heavily on sub prime mortgages, or fuel, I can't remember...
I have been busy. Not too busy to write an entry here. Just too busy to notice everything happening around me. Too busy to observe. Too busy to care.
I don't like being busy. Busy is not easy to control. Busy sucks!
I LOVE being in control.
Imagine how I must feel now. I have a contractor and an architect moving along on a seven digit restaurant, spending money like it is someone else's. I have given our GM the reins at the first place. I have been working out of boxes in my new home "office,' which I can't even deduct on my tax return, because we all know that a "home office" deduct is a guaranteed audit...
Basically, it is like I am homeless. And let me tell you, the world is a scary place.
It is especially scary when you know you can't run away from the threats. Trust me when I tell you, I can't run.
Trust me when I say that the Murfreesboro Half this Saturday is a really big threat. 6 weeks ago, no sweat. 6 weeks ago, I planned to run it sub 8:45 pace.
Now, 6 weeks and a killer shin splint later, I plan to run it, at some pace, and hopefully finish. Now, 6 weeks later, my longest run since August has been a crappy 7 miler at a 10:00 pace. Now, it seems to be a struggle to stay over 20 miles a week.
But hey, 13.1 miles should be great! At least it is FLAT...
If nothing else I will finish, I will defeat the 13.1, to prove that I can. Besides, what else do I have to do Saturday morning before noon? Please, let me be finished before noon...
Happy birthday, Catherine! Happy birthday, Stick!
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