Talking away.   I don’t know what I’m to say,  I’ll say it anyway.  Today is another day 

A little AHA remake going on in the ipod right now.  So talking away here….

Sometimes there are those times when you know a storm is coming.  The air has that change.   I guess that is what I’m feeling right now.   Something is brewing.   Something out of the routine is on the horizon.  And the reference to the storm doesn’t mean that it’s going to be bad.  It just feels like something is going to be different.   It could be good it could be bad, but it will be different.

Memorial was a fabulous weekend.  Lots of mtn biking and our first raft trip of the season.  It was hanging out with great friends and doing fun stuff.  I can’t believe how much I’ve gotten into the mtn biking.  And I’m very excited about rafting this summer. 

It is hard to believe that there are only five and half days of school left.  I was making my class video and the combination of music and pictures in one of the parts really hit me.  It is the end of a two year journey with some of the kids.  I have never had that experience.  It really hit me.  There is just something special about it.  Words cannot describe it. 

Then there is the fact that I’ve made life.  Not let life define me.  I’ve taken some leaps.  I might have stumbled but I didn’t fall.  I’m not going to share the specifics.  For most people it would be inconsequential.  It wouldn’t even be a footnote of a footnote.  But for me it is huge.  It makes me smile.

So yeah tonight I just want to talk away.  I want to listen to music and type away.  I like feeling this way.  Being reflective.  Tonight no clearly defined thoughts are coming to mind.  Just curiosity.  Wonderment about possibilities.

I’ve really gotten into the mountain biking.  It’s a great work out, challenging, and riding in the foothills always presents great views of Boise.  Unfortunately it’s been raining quite a bit so the trails have been too muddy to go.

Yesterday I went biking on the greenbelt with a group from school.  Afterwards I headed up into the foothils for a ride.  The trails were dry enough that I wouldn’t wreck the trails.  About three fourth of the way through the ride a storm rolled in.  It started off as a mild rainstorm.  Then the downpour hit.  In the middle of that was the hail storm.  It turned out to be pretty miserable.  At the end I was covered with mud.  I had a sweatshirt in the car so I three my shirt in there.  My shorts were caked in mud.  I wasn’t going to muddy up the car so stripped down to the boxers and cruised home in that.  It wasn’t fun cleaning the mud off of everything.  At least I got a ride in. 

I guess the boxers leads into boxing.  Took another “punch” these last couple of days.  Started thinking about a boxer.  They can take lots of punches if they are in shape and well trained.  However, no matter how many they can take there is a certain point where they can’t take anymore.   Eventually it gets them.  They go down.  

I feel like I’ve taken my last punch.  I’ve gone down.  I’m still here, but I’ve lost the fight.