"Tired"

For some reason.
Strange but I'm not worried about it. I hate to sound optimistic but I think I've done the work, and as such the rest should take care of itself. I still have to hang tough for the next couple of weeks but I think I will continue to have good workouts. All I did today was swim in the lake for about 45 minutes. I actually headed out the door at one point for a run but turned around and came home after 5 minutes. Tomorrow is long run day and I actually look forward to them now. I guess because it's only 3 hours and at least the first 2 are generally stress free. Of course the biggest day of my entire training effort takes place on Saturday. It will be close to an 8 hour workout and I want to be well prepared.

I was actually too tired to work on the henhouse today and so Colby completed phase two by himself.




Seeing the walls up I think I could have built it 6 ins shorter since chickens aren't really that tall. Oh well, we can always put up a second floor and have chicken apartments, or we can grow our own dope or something on the second level. Or wait....I got it....we'll raise emus! Whatever, I sure ain't changing it now.

I do now understand what my old man went through all those years re-using old lumber. It seems ever piece is twisted, or has knots in the wrong place or an old nail bent over just where you need to cut. Everything seems to take so much longer just to sort out how you can get away with using the worst ones. Oh well, somehow it's appropriate...gnarled old wood for a gnarled old carpenter.

Speaking of my dad, all this old lumber and this chicken thing brought back a very strange memory for me, which in hindsight I find pretty funny. I didn't at the time. Here's the story. Unusual for us, along with the chickens we had a few ducks for a while. When their time came to join us at the supper table I of course participated in the killing. In case you're not familiar with ducks you need to know that they have very fine. very sharp teeth, and this is how I know. When we were cleaning up, and unbeknown to me, dad had picked up one of the severed ducks heads and found the tendon that opened and closed the ducks bill. Then he snuck up behind me and bit me in the ear!!! I was so mad! It hurt like freakin hell and he couldn't stop laughing.....I wish I could hear that laugh again...

I wish to dedicate day 314 to the founder of Teperman demolition. I have such fond memories of going there with my dad to look through the trash pile for an old door or some such thing.

I didn't get along with my dad for my entire life (years 14 though 19 were tough) but if there was one thing I knew even then it was this....

"I'm convinced there is an incredible advantage for kids who are raised in a home where they can be totally confident that Mom and Dad love each other"---Jay Kesler

love
peter