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    Man, so many of the places and situations I find myself in are the result of a series of bad decisions. Or at the very least, decisions. Decades ago I started out with a plan, a path and a set of rules and boundaries of what I would and wouldn't be willing to do and how far i would and wouldn't be willing to go. The universe had other plans. The universe STILL has other plans. It seems like every fucking few steps of the way, I'm faced with the challenge of letting go of some idea or ideal that not so long ago I swore I wouldn't let go.     I hear people on a daily basis say how the don't do this or can't do that or can only do things a certain way. How they're morning people, not built for running, have to have their bacon, meditation doesn't work for them, all these little rules or boundaries that they have to live within. Bullshit. All these little ideas about ourselves are only fences that we've created and reinforce every time we say this s

    You know, I gave up drugs and alcohol cold turkey. One moment I'm smoking crack that I bought with the money I stole out of a pizza place after I smashed the window and climbed through, and the next moment I'm sitting in a police department turning myself in just so I can go to jail to detox. What can I say? I ran out of cash and wanted to get clean. Anyway, all that was easy. I would do it all over again if I had to. These next detox events might not go so well. I might not go as strong as I did the last go 'round.     First, TV. Let me just say that I love TV. I was raised on it. The people in the box are my friends. I know them and they know me. Be it my local morning news people that I wake up to everyday or Kramer, Jerry, George and Elaine. My dear friends for the last 25 years. We gotta part ways. I can only take so much standing around while friends who I at one time thought were really interesting , inspiring people talk (and type) for however long about some c

    40 miles in 7:30. winning time was 4:47 and the slowest time was 9:47 of 135 runners, not to mention the ones who DNF'd or didn't make the cut-off time. 40 miles was a bit much for me this early in the year but I really just wanted to shake things up. With only a few 20 milers and some back to back 15 milers under my belt, I knew I had a good base but i knew after 30ish miles it would get a little rough. I was right. these guys hanging out at the school/campsite     I couldn't have asked for a better day. Dry and sunny with temps starting in the 40's to the low 60's. The course was a perfect early season run. Mostly winding between giant ponderosas on dry smooth trails covered in pine needles with the occasional technical section of volcanic rock and such. Not a lot of elevation gain either. About 3,000 or so feet with no real steeps, all runnable.     My "strategy" was once I saw an aid station, to start walking, fill my water bottles, grab som

    What are you willing to leave behind? What can you live without? What can you NOT live without? If the house is burning what do you take with you? Can it fit in a suitcase? A car? or do you still need a moving truck?     Having not too long ago left a 1,400sq ft house with a garage and a basement for a 250sq ft studio apartment along with keeping the same expenses with half the income really brings these questions to the front. What can I live without? What CAN'T I live without? My stable of bicycles I've spent the last several years competing in about 40 or more races per year and spending untold amounts of cash on repairs and upgrades? My guitars and music equipment I've dragged around the last 25 years annoying neighbors and club goers with songs that basically boil down to screaming at ex-girlfriends in public? My car? Books, clothes.....     My former life left me with a lot of baggage and a lot of debts. Some material, some emotional and spiritual. So the ho