My Private Nation

This Sunday morning I took a walk out behind my apt. Took approx and hour 1/2. Not sure whats worse, climbing or coming back down but it's a good workout. This little slide show is in chronological order and I put a Train song to it as that's kinda what it feels like where I walk. Like its my own private nation......

Blog is working again - Labwork

Most folks who've known me for a bit know one of my biggest fears is getting blood work done. So I got a new Doc out here and he wanted lab work done right off the bat just to see what kind of poison he was dealing with. The week of blood work #1 I called around to the 2 places to make sure they weren't busy because I knew if I had to wait bad things would happen. I fasted at least 3 times that week but couldn't find my window of opportunity until later in the week. I rolled in and only 1 person was there. Got it done before I had time to think about it. So the results came back...My triglycerides were over 600. Runs in the family. He put me on a med and says do more labs in a month and we'll talk again. Lab #2 didn't go so well. I got a bit cocky and rolled into a crowded waiting room. Sat there and my mind started racing. When it was my turn something weird happened with the lady in front of me as they had to clean that room with bleach. By now I'm sweating and worked up/down into a bad state. She stuck me and I completely passed out! When I woke up 2 people were over top of me saying my name loudly. My ears and eyes were working but my brain was still off. I had no idea who I was let alone them. The brain engaged and I woke up to what felt like a hangover. Went back to work soaking wet with sweat and felt so shaky I skipped the lunch ride. So now I get the call the the blood is still fahqed up so Thursday I get see what sort of new and wonderful thing I get to try AND go back for labs in another month or two. How can something so non painful get into my head like that.

Dwayne and Brittney

We've known each other since the mid 70's(high school)....long long time. but we're the type who goes their own way and sometimes months will go by without contact. Our natural rhythm is this way. During high school Dwayne's folks bought him and his brother a motorcycle to share. We had a gang much like the lunch time riders of today that would ride motorcycles as much as possible. On the weekends we sometimes ended up with crowds watching us race around this little plot of land between a Highs convenience store and Townhouse development. Currently its 1 big parking lot. When they starting building houses we also had fun while that lasted as there were new piles of dirt to explore almost every day. I'm a true believer that my little Honda XR75(1974) kept my mind active on more positive things. Fast forward a bit and Dwayne joined the Air Force right after high school. For some reason I can't remember what I did yesterday but I remember sitting in his car the night I said goodbye to him on that night. He was stationed in England for 5 years at Fairford Air Force base. Upon his return to the states he had no place to live and I had just bought a condo. So we were re-united ....He lived with me while pursuing his bachelors degree at Hood College. Needless to say there were many beers consumed during this period as we were only 23 years old. Dwayne lived in Baltimore for a bit before he got the u-haul bug and ended up in Colorado Springs and eventually California.So now we're 46 and still trying to make sense of it all. Cheers to a good friend....