My Best Friend...Gone...

The greatest man I have ever had the pleasure of meeting has chosen to move back home. Normally this would be a small thing, I could either hop on a train or a plane and see him in a matter of hours. NO, he lives thousands of miles away, where the chocolate is pure and the watches are gold.

All day I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. Having spent two previous nights with him, we had many deep conversations about life an where we are supposed to be. Having been traveling to Canada for 7 years and living here full time he has built something of a life with his company, he now feels its time to move on and find his calling.

I've never met someone who will sit and listen to my woes just for the sake of listening and letting me vent. He is incredibly honest, sensitive, and a truly remarkable character. My man now lives 7,439km away. That is a long way, my heart drops every time I think of the space between us. I know that our friendship is strong enough that this bond will not weaken.

I plan on knowing him for the rest of my life.

Next year we will travel into the mists of Avalon riding Majestic steeds side by side.

Did we just become best friends?, YUP, Do you wanna go practice karate in the garage?, YUP!

I love you JO

Stolen

This morning I was inspired by a fellow blogger extraordinaire. Some days I wake up feeing terribly lonely. Excluding the best friends in the world, and a supremely supportive family. Something is still missing in my life.

My new surroundings have been hospitable at times, yet extremely hostile at othe; however, my place in life is exactly how it should be, neither in the past nor the future. Wherever I am, is the place that I am meant to be. Everything happens for a reason, figuring out that purpose is the wonderful part about being alive.

Ask yourself a couple of questions.

1. What is you purpose today.

2. Who are your confidants

3. What will I be thankful for today.

Lastly....I need to go for some photo excursions because I'm so low on usable photos that I'm going to steal from Restart My Heart

My Dirty Pleasure...

When most people think of dirty pleasures, sweets, booze, cigarettes, any number of things come to mind. My dirty pleasure is the climbing wall. Knowing full well that I have at least 3 more months of rehab before I may make a full return to sports, I still went for another workout this morning.

I fear that if this becomes an epidemic I will set back recovery even further. Self-control is a virtue I must learn.

The all to familiar feeling of chalk clogging my pores and the snug fitting shoes, I ambled around a few bouldering problems this morning. After half an hour climbing, and a little exploring I stepped further into the gym and did a couple of plyos, reminding me of how much I miss training with Pep.

I have a thing for sounds, the sound of snow crunching under my skis, ice cutting under my blades, the clanking of carabiners, the endless hum of tires meeting concrete under my bike. These are a few of the things I miss the most. I welcome christmas with open arms, that Is the day I return to "REAL sports".

Affirmation

A fear was conquered today, if only for the shortest of times. This morning I woke up went for a warmup bike ride and ironed my clothes and set out to the golf course. Having been slimed by the school golf coach who was resisting giving my a fair tryout on his team. I showed up uninvited to his home club, and marketed myself like a true salesman.

Long story short, he saw genius in my madness. Giving me a chance this morning to try out for his team. With my knees shaking, terrified, demons creeping just below my composed exterior I foraged onward. Having not competed in a couple of years my game definitely needs work; however, I performed well enough to warrant a second tryout and a title bout with his top performing aces next week.

Any win at this point is a good win. Joey this ones for you!

AHHH I'M RUNNING OUT OF PICTURES!!!! ARRRRRG!!!!!