Countdown to Triathlon - 247 Days, 35.2 weeks to Race Day (See Installment 26 of "The Journey", 220 mile bike ride, below)

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY -

One of the most glorious messes in the world is the
mess created in the living room on Christmas day. 
Don't clean it up too quickly.  ~Andy Rooney

Does this remind anyone of a special Christmas morning when you awoke to find a new bike beside the Christmas tree? That was a magical time for a kid.  Too bad I didn't know then what Christmas was really all about.  To me as a child, it was only about receiving presents.






Right now it's too bad that preparations for Christmas are taking precedence over exercise. However I am mentally preparing myself  to get back in gear the day after Christmas.  What an excuse, huh?  A nice lady named Eileen has sent me  information of a web site to check out about training and I'll do that right after Christmas. 

Do you remember the saying: "Procrastination is a crime that only leads to sorrow, I can start at any time, I think I will tomorrow."

The Journey - Installment Twenty-Six

(Lynda's story, continued)

        Upon exiting the building, I looked up and the first thing I saw was a huge black, fire-ringed hole on the side of the north tower.  I thought a bomb had gone off in the building and that other buildings around me had bombs in them and were going to blow up.  On the street, I saw a lot of people lining the sidewalk, watching what was happening and had no interest in sticking around.  I thought bombs were going off and wanted to get out of there.  I kept hearing mention of a plane, but still didn't believe it.  I saw a co-worker who mentioned that he had a friend who lived a few blocks uptown and that we should head north in case one of the buildings was to fall sideways.  By this time it's about 9:00AM, so about 15 minutes had elapsed since I headed towards the stairs.   The people lining the street/sidewalk had been screaming and yelling, "They're jumping" and I explicitly did NOT turn to watch the buildings for that reason.  [Talking about this part of the day is still difficult for me and it's not a part of the story I mention unless one asks and I remember either you or your sister asked about it.  When I did see the buildings on fire, I saw things falling, but I can not say for sure whether it was people or files cabinets/office furniture.]  Either way, I did not want to see the horror, so I kept my focus on walking north and calling home.

Come back Monday for another installment.