I tried blogging before. It was a hoot! My rather entertaining German Shepherd Peter (see above) was a big help. I talked a lot about being inspired and taking chances and trying new things. It was really kinda fun and probably five or ten people really liked it. I also talked about wine. So yeah, I got shut down by the large regional health authority I worked for as a healthy living consultant because I mentioned wine. Well, good news! Don't work there anymore, and still drink wine! Currently working in child and youth care...that's a story for another day.
I had any interesting chat with a fantastic yoga/pilates/life coach buddy today who encouraged me to write...after a chat on a run with my two fave running pals who encouraged me to write a book (clearly not one on life advice...not my strength...maybe a what not to do type thing). I got to chewing over returning to my 12 reader blog glory days. And so here I am! For those of you who don't believe a glass of wine is therapeutic, go elsewhere. I personally do. Preferably in a bathtub. After running for three hours, or riding for 4 hours, or swimming some stupid workout, or all of the above in the same day...
So I am an idiot...I am a long distance triathlete and ultra runner. I do long boring things that to those who function normally think are a bit insane. They would be right however this is me. Therapy has convinced me I do it to run from bad guys. Possible. I don't like bad guys and Peter is not helpful. My friends just think it's my brand of crazy and a brain scan would be neat. My mom tells me to curl or play chess. But I believe secretly they all have an unusual amount of faith in me. That's tough cause I do dumb shit. Last week I cut off my own cast after a trail running fall. Case in point.
I live with a tolerant woman who loves me, her four year old who runs a kilometre with me and wears shorts to daycare in the snow cause Sue does, as well as the furry inhabitants - Peter the world's handsomest and most mentally challenged GSD on the planet, and Kya the Death Rat Terrier. We are in St John's Newfoundland, where fog, rain, and wind are made.
That is me. No more and no less. This blog will share my thought process, highlight people that get me up in the morning and drive me onward, and will hopefully make you laugh and ideally...well in a perfect world...it might inspire you to try something that scares you. I hope.
Thanks for reading. Now get the hell outside and do something fun!
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