Monday, September 29, 2014

     It is now officially autumn, The leaves are slowly starting to change and the temperature has become a bit less oppressive here in northern California. In the past, this day has been celebrated for the harvest time, a time when all the work put in before comes to fruition. On a personal level this year I see the autumnal equinox as a spiritual thanksgiving. I give thanks to all my friends that have encouraged me to grow and push myself, that have stood by me when things have gotten tough and reveled with me when things were great. I look back at my own ‘harvest’ and am grateful that the seeds I have sown grew into something bountiful.



     My grandmother is currently in a nursing home and it looks like she may be staying  there, so I will have a lot to figure out over the next few weeks. It has been frustrating. Luckily, besides my great group of friends, I have outlets to deal with the stress. Namely cycling and running. I ran the Run For Courage this Saturday and exceeded my goal of low 9 minute miles. I finished the 9.8 mile run with 8:38 miles and a total time of a little over one hour and twenty five minutes. Side note: Run For Courage announced this year that they are changing their organization's name to Break Free, and they will still be combating human trafficking. In case you are wondering why they chose to have a 9.8 mile run this year instead of an even 10, it's because human trafficking activities last year generated $9.8 billion dollars. Back to the run: I finished 44th out of 178 runners. It was an amazing experience. As I neared the finish line someone behind me yelled ‘last push’ and I kicked it into high gear, doing an all out sprint.



     I rediscovered the wonders of Spam this week. Not junk email, but the food. I listened to a podcast about the history of Spam and realized I hadn’t had any in probably about two decades. I wondered if it was as terrible as I remembered it. So I did what anyone would do. I went out and bought a can. And you know what? It wasn’t bad. It’s made to be eaten hot or cold and troops during world war two pretty much survived on this stuff. I may even bring it on my next overnight trip.


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     After several months I finally got to see the Commander a couple of days ago. We had burgers at Toby Keith’s, which turns out is a redneck version of Hooters. The food was decent though, surprisingly so actually. She has been kicking ass at work, stopping scumbags and being generally awesome. That’s the great thing about the Commander, she’s an amazing friend and she’s not afraid to do what has to be done. I am so proud to call her one of my best friends.



Until next time dear readers, remember




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