Happy Birthday to Me

I'm fifty-six years old today and I feel awesome.

Three years ago on my birthday, I was pushing three hundred thirty pounds and grossly unhealthy in body and spirit. My life had spiraled out of control and there was a common thread of hopelessness running through virtually every aspect of my life. Enter a leap of faith; a skilled surgeon; an ever faithful and supportive wife; and a second chance! No longer is my life behind me. Today, life’s right here right now and laid out before me.

I ran 9.7 miles last night. The night before I played drums with my band. Each night I get to lie beside the love of my life. Life is good; very, very good.

Happy birthday to me!

I’m a lucky guy!

Big Wind, Big Water

This morning I continue to struggle with injuries, which will keep me off the streets for a few more days. It's hard to be smart and do the right thing. I've got to admit; that's not my home-run swing. I'm a push-thru-the-pain kind of guy. There's a time to tough it out, and there's a time to realize you're causing more damage than good.

This morning at dawn I stood with my face in the wind and a cup of coffee. There's nothing like big wind and big water to make you feel alive and insignificant at the same time. This morning a flush of memories flooded my mind. Sailing Tiny Dancer on the ocean being foremost. The adrenaline; the excitement; the feeling of being small, so very insignificant in the grand scene of things. I think that's a good thing, once in awhile, to find your place.

In a few hours the wind will die down. In a few days I'll lace up my shoes and run. Someday, if it works out, I'll point the bow of a small boat west and complete a single-handed test of self on the ocean. Today, I'm content to be by Michelle's side and rest. Rest, recuperate and allow the winds of rejuvenation to blow through my soul. I have no idea what tomorrow will bring, but I want to be ready!