The number of things I lost count of during my bike ride:

The number of things I lost count of during my bike ride:

• Marshmallow treats eaten
• Oaky blows over my shoulder
• How often my knee hurt
• How many times I stood up and hammered on the peddles
a) The sheer joy of moving my legs
b) So I didn’t fall over up the hills
c) Because “other” areas were screaming in protest
• Rain drops on the inside of my glasses
• How often I enjoyed the smell of fresh rain on the breeze
• Number of people over 65 who passed me
• The young fit men I passed
• Potholes
• The wind gusts that made me think bad thoughts on the way up the canyon
• The wind gusts that helped push me back home
• Lung butter coughs
• Time I spent climbing at less than 6 miles per hour
• The speed coming back down
• Amount of clouds that rolled by
• Times I took my rain jacket on and off
• The number of gorgeous red rock plateaus with snow capped mountain vistas I saw
• Times I had to adjust in my seat
• Chaffing
• Clumps of fresh spring grass I saw sprouting up
• Pace lines I got dropped from
• Songs I listened to on my I pod in 6 hours
• How often I laughed out loud because the song I was listening too
perfectly matched my mood
Pain while climbing the wall past sand hollow
We’ll sing hallelujah came on just as I was finishing
• Yellow arrows desperately searched for on the road side
• Times I was worried Ana would lap me. She didn’t 
• How often I had to tell myself to relax and just peddle
• How often I smiled and thought “THIS IS FANTASTIC!”

Sam's Birthday

High 5's froma 5 year old. Wow can't believe my tiny baby is 5. Sam got to have his first big friend party with the neighbor boys this year. It was great, they had pizza and cupcakes and played cars. Such a boy party.

Grad School

We'll times have changed. I got an email today with an attachment saying I had been accepted to the Graduate program and I could log on and register immediatly.
It's what I've been working for for over a year, but I'm so sick and worn out today I'm feeling pessamistic about taking on another big project.
Wish me luck

February

It's the month of birthdays for my family. James happy b-day past, mom, me, sam happy b-day to come. For my birthday I have decided not for work. I know that sounds like a given, but I've been working about 60hrs a week for over a month and still will this week just not on my actualy B-day. I'll probably lay in bed all day and do nothing. Sounds soooo sweet.