Sunday, January 27, 2008


When I was little, somewhere around the ages of 4 and 5, I used to try and ride my dog, Max. He was a black lab/German Shepard mix who was a fun and loyal dog, a little vehicle for my mischievous mind.

Max got sick at the end of his life, and my Dad had to put him to sleep sometime around my 11th birthday. I was too young to know, but I'm sure this was one of the hardest days of my dad's life.

Well, until I have a child to name Max, I have to settle for some inanimate job to carry the brand.

Meet Max:

He's a Cannondale and he's worth one month's worth of paychecks. He'll help me cross train, he'll give me something to look forward to on the weekend, and most of all he'll give me another outlet for exercise. I am far from transitioning from marathons to triathlons, but I figure its never to early to start a rec sport I can do the rest of my life.

On the marathon front, I did end up getting to 30 miles this week. I did almost 11 on Saturday ---painful on the hips--- then a light 3.8 on Sunday in the rain. Yeah, it rains in California. Once every three years. I look forward to sun for the next 900 days.

Monday's only a couple hours a way. Hope you have a great week and check in soon for new updates!

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