The beginning of September brought with it a massive wildfire located in the Columbia Gorge. Due to the poor air quality and road closures to get out to The Dalles, Aluminum Man organizers cancelled the race. There’s not much to say about that except a little race cancelation is nothing in comparison to those who had to evacuate their homes not knowing if it would be there upon return. Thankfully, firefighters were able to protect all the homes, which is truly remarkable and deserves great appreciation for those who worked so tirelessly to save properties. They are endurance athletes of special sort.
As for Aimee and me, we made the best of it and did our own little Olympic duathlon instead. I picked a moderate bike course that we could ride at a fair clip and work our legs, she chose a hard run course that burned out whatever was left of us. It was a good work out and we had fun. I didn’t really take note of how long it took us to complete it. Sometimes it is better that way.
Rain has begun here though, so there are few days left to ride outside before it becomes the Fall rainy season. I have returned to the pool, my shoulder is doing pretty well, so I decided to start over with my swim training, back to square one and build up. Aimee and I have been looking over training plans since our official training will begin in a couple of months. There are 221 days until IM Texas.
Puppyville here is going strong. We think Kodiak is nearly housebroken. He has had a few accidents, but that has been our fault for not being at hand when he needed to go out. He does go to the door and let us know by ringing the bells hanging on it. He had his first playdate with Eddie, a friend’s dog, and that didn’t go over great, but he did finally warm up. His second playdate was with my parents dog, Jack, which Kodiak enjoyed once they got used to each other. He’s a funny little pup. I have never seen a dog that sleeps on its back or that prefers to turn over by rolling on its back to the other side. Maybe that’s common, but I’ve never seen it.
Thoughts about the devastation of cancer have been on my mind this week as I followed on Caringbridge the last days of an old high school friend. He was one of the nicest guys in school, always had a smile, and made everyone he met feel important. He served 26 years in the Navy and was involved the military campaigns that have taken place during that time receiving many military awards for his service. He lost his life to multiple myeloma at age 51, too young. A cancer diagnosis of any type is devastating and as you know, I am raising money specifically to wage war against breast cancer through the Breast Cancer Research Foundation. The valuable knowledge gained through research will help thousands of people live to old age. Please click the donate button above and make your donation today.
Today, I am thankful for hard working, brave firefighters.