No one noticed I was gone.

It’s been 195 days since my last post. Oops, sorry about that. Does anyone blog anymore? I know FatMarc does. I mean besides him. Someone commented to me a year ago maybe closer to two that blogging was dead. Facebook, Twitter were the new preference in go-to social media. Evidently there must be some truth to it.

There’s been dozens of times I had the thought to post something but damned if Facebook is just easier, albeit condensed. I guess that’s what bugs me is I’ve gotten lazy. Whether anyone reads this blog or not, there’s a tad bit of therapy when I sit down and type away random thoughts.

Anyway, riding has been good this year. I’ll be over 3500 miles by the end of the week. Still on a record pace for one year. Since The Wifey and I purchased a house in Camp Hill it’s also gotten much easier to get out for regular runs. Going back to Memorial Day when we moved in I’ve been able to get out 2-3 times a week for 5k at a shot. Ran a bit over 5 miles last night and felt good. No idea where running might go but there are times when it’s just easier to zip out the door and pound out 20 minutes.

As a result, I now weigh a full 5 pounds less than I did back in 1989 when I was a high school senior running track.

Haley and Landon are going to be 4 and 2 in the next couple months. They are more and more fun every day. Pretty cool little kids although I think Lando is a bit of a mommy’s boy. I’ll need to fix that.

Haley & Lando

The new house is great. It’s real sweet to get out in the morning for a ride or run and get back to the house for the 3 S’s and then grab my Salsa fixie for the .63 mile ride down the street to work. I’ve driven my car roughly 5 times for a total of 8 miles since we’ve lived in Camp Hill.

The new sled

I need to do more of this. My 9th grade English teacher would want me to do more of this.