all the things I need.

As I was getting ready to head out for my Tuesday night ride, I was placing everything by the door. Helmet & shoes (usually kept in the car, but brought them inside after Sunday's ride), bike, small bag to hold my Road.I.D., Gu, Clif bar, Garmin, bike gloves, heart rate strap, my Oakley's. Thought about getting in a swim afterwards if I felt good, so start adding the items needed to hit the pool. Bag with swim suit, towel, swim cap, goggles. Wore my running shoes out the door, I finally had everything, or so I thought. It wasn't until after my swim that I realized that I had worn my cycling jersey and shorts out, didn't bring regular clothes for after the swim. Yep, had to put it back on... ewww.

But it occurred to me that while I need a lot of "things" to be this active, but there's so much more involved.

Thank you to my mind... for pushing me to do things I never thought possible.

Thank you to Jay... for watching Terron so I can go do my thing.

Thank you to my thick legs... I always wished they weren't my legs, but I now appreciate them for powering me through running, swimming and cycling

Thank you to my injuries... for opening my eyes to the newfound joys of cycling and swimming

Thank you to my surgery... without it, I wouldn't have had my current outlook on life.

Thank you to Terron for inspiring me to be better.

Thank you to the men at the front riders of the group... for trash talking me with a smile on your face, challenging me to hold the pace, and high-fiving me when I do.

Thank you to my body... taking on the challenge (most of the time) and allowing me to do the things I love (most of the time). If you could now stop getting injured, I'd appreciate you even more.

Thank you to those people that never thought I could. It gives me much satisfaction to show you that I am.

Thank you to you all, my real and virtual friends, the endless support of the blogger world. Amazing.

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I just got the phone call. My uncle passed away today. Stupid Cancer. Cancer Sucks. I will be flying out either Thursday or Friday, so please forgive me if I'm not commenting much... I will be back. RIP Uncle George.