So, kids are sick, wife was sick, I was a bit sick too. Happy holidays and all that sort of stuff. Merry Christmas. Please take home some leftovers and some air-bourne illnesses. Son had the croup last week, hardly any sleep for us. I was on the floor there two nights. Then baby Hope caught the cold. She's still got the cough, and stufffffffy head. Kindly the FDA has removed pretty much everything for kids off the shelves of all the pharmacies. Even the dog managed to run away, eat some garbage, throw it up, eat it again and then go to the bathroom all over the sownstairs. This was a day before my 4 year old's birthday party that we hosted yesterday.

And on top of that, I am training for Ironman. And in the immediate future, the 1 hour Postal swim. Always seem dot wind up either sick or with a sick family for this event, and then have little to no sleep. I've pretty much learned to function on 4-7 broken hours of sleep and still go out and workout, either at 5:30 am or 9:30 pm. It gets done one way or another.

Have been heavily attending physical and massage therapies and they seem to be paying dividends now. Things seem to be loosening up a bit. Still some little quirks here and there. Neither run nor bike volume have dramitically increased yet, but that will be about the third week of February. Swimming on the other hand is cranked to it's annual monumental volume for the Postal. The other night we did 72 50's, as well as warm-up, pep-up and cool down. Jammin'! Arms were draggin like Grape Ape.

Anyhow, back to the sick bay to see how the bodies are lying. Tomorrow will try to get in an hour run.

Out, MW