It's the seventh day of training for a race filled summer and I'm glad to report that I haven't injured myself yet. Of course, today is the first physical day, the first six were spent starting in on a set of new dietary plan and sleeping habits. Unbelievably, the sleeping was much harder to get a hold of; I still want to stay up later and wake up later.

I suppose it is not everyday that one walks away from something they pictured them always doing. Maybe that's why I like this sunrise picture so much. Or maybe it's just the colors.

I had a very "productive" talk yesterday with my partner in crime. After more idea tossing than I care to recount, it would seem that my plans for relocation to the American pacific coast are on hold, at least temporarily for an indefinite stop over in the Canadian rockies. Of course, the idea of a return to Terre Neuve hasn't been completely discharged either. But why not hop into the pool where everyone wants me?... errr.. *cough*.. us,.. I mean why not hop in where everyone wants us?

Also, startling enough, thoughts of fatherhood have begun to creep into the forefront of my mind. No one has really talked about it in seriousness, so I'm beginning to wonder if some sort of genetic alarm clock has suddenly exploded in my head without providing me with the decency of a gentle awakening.

Frighteningly enough, this train of thought hasn't arrived at my station alone. There's been quite a bite of chatter and I suppose that's to be expected when you're first mission out into the real world consists of conquering the world.
Dare I say it?
*gulp*

Marriage...