Tax season and small changes

Tax season makes me remember my college time counting small change to plan my meals. I'm not getting any tax returns, and I have committed a good amount of money in race registrations and hotel reservations (airfares still to come). I'm getting very good on rushing hotel reservations to save my legs and sleep for nice race starts. 

Two weeks ago I stayed at the Waterfront Beach Resort (http://www.waterfrontresort.com) for the Surf City Marathon, and I just had to literally come down the stairs for the race start. At least in my age and fitness status this really matters for a good race. 

I'm still working to make 2015 a very good year. Writing the blog is one of my resolutions. 

No one's ever achieved financial fitness with a January resolution that's abandoned by February.
Suze Orman

Everything is good at the war front

Today I attended a lecture about daily writing making the good writer, so I felt compelled to come back to my blog.

Everything is good at the war front, as I am getting busy at work, but saving time for training. In fact, I just managed two weeks ago at Surf City Marathon to improve my marathon time to the best in the last two years (4:52:51), not much, but encouraging enough. With this year's race I became a legacy runner, and I plan to attend to this race every year. 

I am following a training plan through the Mountain Athletics app to be able to run ultramarathons comfortably, if that is possible. At least, I feel stronger and more confident. I will run the double marathon in San Francisco as one of my main challenges of 2015.

I will tell you later about my planned three Full Ironman and one Half Ironman races I have on the schedule this year.

In summary, 2015 will be a blessed year.


Energy and persistence conquer all things.
Benjamin Franklin

Lent, 2013

"I have seen an angel,
And my penitence now is to survive."

I could not come with something harsher than I have been through, when I realized that my main penitence would be to live and smile.

As a physician, a team leader, a husband and a catholic, I realized that I have been hurting others for not caring for myself.

I will give up on alcohol and Coke, but above all I promised to myself I will take a moment everyday to reflect about my actions, pray, eat and exercise.

I have started my Lent at a working trip, finally swimming again, back to my origins.

I guess I am finding peace in the middle of the mountains of Salt Lake City.

God bless us all.

02/07/2013

     



      One week ago I lost someone I loved very much. 

      I have spent my days hiding from the light, haunting the dark corners of my apartment at night, feeling wrong at every breath, numb to everyone's sight.

      I stopped listening to music, as it hurts; the only song that never leaves my head speaks exactly how I feel. It may not meet everyone's musical preferences, but the reader will certainly agree the words get their way in. 

"We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore.  

 The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places.   
 The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too.
 For when he died, he took a part of you.   

 No time for farewells, no chances for goodbyes.  
 No explanations, no f****** reasons why,  
 I watched it eat you up, pieces fallen on the floor.  
 We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore.   

  If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way,  
  I would climb my way to Heaven, and bring him back home again.  
 Don't give up hope my friend, this is not the end.   

 We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore.  
 The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places.  
 The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too,  
 For when he died, he took a part of you.   

 Death is only a chapter  
 So let's rip out the pages of yesterday  
 Death is only a horizon  
 And I'm ready for my sun...  

 I'm ready for my sun to...  
 I'm ready for my sun...  
 I'm ready for my sun to set.   

 This is suicide season!   

 If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way,  
 We would climb our way to Heaven, and bring him home again.  

 If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way,  
 We would climb our way to Heaven, and bring him home again.   

 If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way,  
 We would climb our way to Heaven, and bring him home again.  

 We would do anything to bring him back to you.  
 We would do anything to end what you're going through.   
 If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way,  
 I would climb my way to Heaven, and bring him home again.  
 I would do anything to bring him back to you,  
 Because if you got him back, I would get back the friend that I once knew." 

                                                              Bring Me The Horizon, Suicide Season