Whatcha, whatcha want?

Post #: 15
Weeks of training complete: 16 weeks, 3 day
Time until Ironman: 15 weeks, 4 days
Miles swam: 60.534
Miles biked: 825.5
Miles run: 234.39

Goal: $5,000
Total money raised: $670

Right now, as I type, there's a stack of envelopes under my arm: lots of bills, to be exact. Electric, gas, Motor Vehicle Division registration fees, gas, medical. They feel good under my arms; such a nice, thick stack – providing all that padding. Who knew bills could provide such a useful service?

I've been super, super busy as of late. School is almost back in session and that means College Times is mega busy. There's more projects and more stuff going on than I can keep track of – and that's a good thing. The scope of the paper's reach continues to grow at a rate that even astounds me. Our popularity among PHX area college students is almost too massive to exaggurate and our web traffic continues to soar. There were periods in July where College Times was the second most read media online in the entire PHX area among print, radio and televison, only to The Arizona Republic. I could never have imagined such success.

I haven't had a lot of time to pontificate much on what's been going through my mind or what we've been up to. I've made a pact with myself lately - because things are so busy between work, family and training - that I would limit the amount of pressures that I placed on myself. That means no work past 6:00 p.m., no blogging on days I'm tired, going to bed when I'm tired and adjusting or altering my schedule as much as possible if I need a break from the endless days that start at 4:45 a.m.

As I type this, I'm listening to Heidi coach my sister through her daughter's first sickness. I feel bad for Electa - it's scary when your baby gets sick. They're so helpless and can't tell you what's wrong.

A few blogs ago, I know I mentioned that Beck had been telling students he was going to "kill them" or "stab them," but I never did elaborate on the whole story. So, I'll share that.

Basically, a month ago, in a two or three week period, we took Beck to the movie theater three times. Twice to see Kung Fu Panda and once to see Wall-E. Somehow, out of that, he decided he was some kind of ninja robot; throw in all the commericals and hype that started up a few weeks later for Batman: The Dark Knight and we had an even more interesting combination.

Apparently, Beck thought he was some sort of Kung Fu Fighting Batman robot whose job it was was to kill people, including the kids in his class. Of course, he doesn't really know what "killing people" is, but that didn't stop him from saying it. This went on for a couple days, and then on about the third day, another parent witnessed Beck telling another kid he was going to kill him.

In this era of hyperparanoid parents who believe 3-year-olds should act like 27-year-olds, that doesn't always go over so well. Luckily, Beck's school is reasonable, even if the parents are not.

What else ... Hmmm ... oh, I've lost about 20 pounds since I started training. That's some crazy shiznit. Oh, and I have about a 68-75 mile bike ride this weekend. That should be a blast. I sort of mean that, seriously. I'm excited to bike far, far from home. It always amazes me how far you can travel on bike.

Well, that's it. I wanted to write tonight, but didn't necessarily have much to say. Just wanted to catch up with y'all. 'Cuz we're good like that, me and you. We're friends, right?

Nighty night,
Ed