I have to admit that on Saturday when I registered for Mason Lake #1, the date didn't register until later in the race when Gina offered her condolences. 3/7/09. Six months have gone by.
If you would have told me six months and a day ago I'd be where I am now - I'd say bullshit. But then life has its way of taking twists and turns that are completely unexpected, unfair, rewarding and awe inspiring.
It was really kind of her to make mention of it - and really sweet of all the support I receive in the community from friends and teammates alike. My inner battles and struggles wax and wane - thank you all for showing genuine concern and care.
Last night I had what appears to be somewhat of a recurring dream. This time Ryan came back after being held in a monastery where his life threatening wounds were treated without my knowledge. Suddenly he was back in my life and I was feeling awkward about the new relationships and progression I had made since he left. He was shirtless in my dream and we were driving around in Maggie, our VW Westfalia.
And when looking for the above photo, I couldn't help but chuckle and laugh when i came across one of Ryan and Makiah before his weekly bike race down at SeaTac. He sure did love that dog! And this is just a reminder to live life to the fullest - laugh as much as you can and enjoy it - it's the only chance we get!