Making it happen...

First off, I want to say, based on the way my stomach looks, I think I could be in one of those fund raising commercials where the African kid looks pregnant.

I'd probably even get the most sympathy and raise the most money for the cause. Around the house I'm calling myself the "boy from Cambodia".

It's the weirdest thing, my stomach looks inflated and Reid was giving me a bad time about it last night. He was laughing and calling it gross. I looked like the king of the "trailer park".

I'm only 181 lbs, yet my BMI reading is 22.5%. Normally at 181, I'd be around 20.5%. I'm not sure why my stomach looks the way it does, but something weird is going on inside. Maybe it's my liver and kidneys detoxing from the last 4 weeks of beer therapy. They may be trying to find a way to get out, it wouldn't surprise me.

Changing subjects, I've got to talk about my kids. On one hand, I got Reid, who I kick in the ass, and on the other hand, I've got Alyssa, who is kicking ass. She brought home her report card and it was unbelievable. She averaged 90% over all her subjects. Alice and I were talking about it and know how hard it is to average 80%. Getting 90% is near impossible unless you're Chinese.

She doesn't take after me because I didn't see one "Alyssa could do so much better if she applied herself" comment.

Tomorrow, Reid starts his swim club training. It's a double workout. At 9:15 am it's weights and 3 pm it's pool time. He was pumped this morning, he was down 5 lbs. In only a few days of eating healthy, he went from 192lbs to 187lbs. I was so happy for him, we high five'd before he skipped school.

I've never been more motivated to not over drink beer than I was tonight. Normally, I'll drink how ever much I want and train the next day. Tomorrow, I have to have him at the gym early. Which means we need to be up by 8 am, which means I need to get to bed early, which means I need to stop after only about 10 beers, which I did. It's amazing what parents will do to torture their children.

I swam and ran today. In the past 3 days I've done 4 hours of running. Within only 10 minutes of today's run, my legs felt like I just finished a 10 km race after running full out. They were sorely pumped.

Undeterred, I ran through the pain. I also ran number one side road, a very hilly course. The entire time, it felt like "razor blades" were cutting into my thighs. I didn't care, I embraced the pain and went as hard as I could within my heart rate range. In the end, I was happy with my run. No surrender.

The rest of the night was me being the romantic person I am. I took Alice out to the Keg Steakhouse, I was "craving" bloody red meat. I ate my big steak and then the rest of the prime rib she couldn't finish. I was following my bodies nutritional intuition. Steak and beer, it doesn't get any more manly than that.

Afterwards, it was home to the downstairs bar and good conversation and fun. Alice and I have decided to tape record some of our conversations that we have together and put them into a "time capsule". We thought it would be really cool to listen to them 20 years from now.

Tomorrow I'm setting up our digital tape recorder at the bar. The next time we start "chatting" and figuring out what's wrong with everyone else and why we are so smart, I'm going to turn it on and record our semi-drunken brilliance.

Mod Swim - 43:10 / 2000 meters

Tempo Run - 1:15:30 / 15.56 km / 4:50 pace / 147 avg hr.

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