Blessed Be Thy Morning Commute

It's Sunday morning

From couch to triathlon

I don't know what I was thinking.

Well, yes I do. I read a story about someone overcoming insurmountable adversity -- someone with drive and determination -- to raise their body up and will it to compete in a triathlon. An accident had left this person partially paralyzed, but did that stop them? No sirree.

I was lying on the couch when I read the story.

The couch is my native habitat.

So, I got up, put on a hat, found some hiking shorts, donned a new pair of running shoes, and broke out with sweat just from doing all that.

The plan is (was) this:

1. Do a 5K run
2. Do a 20K bike ride
3. Another 5K run
4. Find a swimming pool to brush up on my swimming.
5. Another run, another bike ride, then...
6. Sprint Triathlon.

Like I said: I don't know what I was thinking.

A new Instagram account

Just for fun, I've begun a new Instagram account for some cartoons that I've drawn. You can find it at: The Farr Place.  

Maybe, a bit. #trombone #bandcamp #music

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My Haiku just for you

Wednesday Mockingbird
mock, mocking the barnyard cat
out stalking its lunch.

*  *  *

Virginia is for
lovers running hand in hand
to beat the Devil.

*  *  *

It's gonna be a
grey rainy slip drip spitting
wetful kind of day.

*  *  *

We were all searching
for the American dream,
but then we woke up.

How I spent my Summer Vacation

How did I spend my summer vacation?

Sitting.

If sitting is the new cancer, I have three weeks left to live.

While I sat, I tried to learn French.

I watched all the French movies on Netflix, I followed French speakers on Twitter, I logged onto YouTube and watched French tutorials, and I read French news on French-speaking news sites.

I can't speak French.

After about a month of sitting, I decided to mow the yard -- sitting on a riding lawnmower.

I did pull some weeds and chop down some brush, but I doubt any of that extended my life one iota.

For some reason I came up with the notion to do a Triathlon.

I try never to run anywhere.

I haven't swam in about 30 years, but I'm sure it's just like riding a bike. Not mine. It's covered in cobwebs.

In a burst of enthusiasm and self determination, I bought a pair of running shoes and have started running around the block. Well, mostly walking. I run when the mood strikes.

I'm almost never in the mood.

The Triathlon is in April.

I'll probably be dead before then.