I'm alive Oh Oh, so alive

50 points to whoever(whomever?) can name the band that sang today's title. Sorry for the month long disappearance ... I know many of you are waiting with bated breath for my newest diatribe and random thoughts on life liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

Truth be told I actually found surfing is not as injury free as I had once thought and I managed to pull an intercostal muscle in my ribs which if you have never experienced is quite painful and can last a considerable amount of time. It hurt to breathe to twist to lie on my back to lie on my stomach. I can't describe sneezing. Let's just say I learned to muzzle my sneezes. I also recently came across a more well known surfing hazard and that is that I was stung 5 times on my face by a jellyfish. Never even saw the culprit all I know is it brought the pain.

So, rather than bore you to death with my constant whining over the pain and physical therapy and massages, much like I did with my knee, I figured I'd cut the blog a break until the stupid thing healed (at least for the most part) before I dropped a new line. I've been in such a great mood lately I hate it not to be reflected in my blog by constant whining.

My ribs are still a little 'cagey', pun intended, and while not 100% at least manageable. I've gotten back to running and have hit two 45 minute runs and an hour run this week and am hoping maybe to do the Space Coast Half Marathon the day before my 29th Birthday. November 26th. Some days when my knees are good I feel like I'd like to give the bike and swimming a rest and try to work up a plan to qualify for Boston. Of course typically when I get those delusions of grandeur my brain sends signals to my knee 'hey this guy has gone nuts remind him we aint built for that distance' ... Instant flare up in the ITB.

On the personal front

Most of my bitterness has faded post divorce and I've been doing great. I'm finally in a position where I have a genuine positive attitude about it and true peace. Thanks everyone for the nice comments and e-mails during the whole ordeal. I've decided to go back and delete most of those posts while heartfelt and a reflection on what I experienced I'd rather not have a permanent record of the last 7-8 months and all that they entailed. To anyone going through a divorce one of the first things I heard when it started was that after about a year you'll be alot closer to your normal self. I aint a hundred percent but 8 months after it started and I'm doing a whole lot better. This too shall pass.