holding back....

The frustrating part of winter for me, especially since we never really have seen winter yet, is the lack of motivation. I need something, someone to hold me accountable. With so much going on and many pre changes its sometimes difficult to wrap your head around training, being. I need release....poetry in motion and a diagnosis, premonition to listen to be to feel to live and to fulfill. Bring the hurt, the pain, the beauty to remain...constant, influent, and independent. Let's listen to the one who has mastered...it all, and determined the sanity enough for calamity and admirability to fulfill the need to be indeed and run fully free!

18 different directions, yeah,...18!

Lately I've been limping through life without a whole lot of cares, plenty of resposibility, but really not a care in the world. It's dangerous here! Have you been here before? Have you just looked at a day as an endless opportunity to fuck around? I'm not like that though. I can work, I can do things, and I do...I do alot. Maybe that's why every new direction I get pulled in takes that much more energy, that much more time and that much more outta me. I need progress, emotion, structure and sanity...3 out of 4 ain't too shabby.

Put it in perspective for a moment. I'm healthy, happy (I think, no, I'm sure), lucky, safe, sound and ready to tear the world apart with positive things! Why do I feel like nothing is ever getting accomplished. Why can't I take it to the finish, what am I scared of?

I need counsel, maybe, to get me over life's humps, the day to day stuff I can do...it's the things that throw everything else off course that I suck at. how to focus, to breathe through the situations, to make sure the days don't just turn into weeks, then months then a year.

Where does the time go?

Go make something of yourself, prove to you that you matter.

Love is the best thing, but apparently not the only thing!

THE ONE I LOVE

Gonna close my eyes
Girl and watch you go
Running through this life darling
Like a field of snow
As the tracer glides
In its graceful arc
Send a little prayer out to ya
‘cross the falling dark
Tell the Repo man
And the stars above
That you’re the one I love
yeah

Perfect summers night
Not a wind that breathes
Just the bullets whispering gentle
amongst the new green leaves
There’s things I might have said
Only wish I could
Now I'm leaking life faster
Than I'm leaking blood

Tell the Repo man
And the stars above
That you’re the one I love
You’re the one I love
The one I love


Don’t see elysium
Don’t see no fiery hell
Just the lights up bright baby
In the bay hotel
Next wave coming in
Like an ocean roar
Won’t you take my hand darlin'
On that old dance floor

We can twist and shout
Do the turtle dove
And you’re the one I love
You’re the one I love
The one I love

Shed a tear, pierce the heart

Ah Brooklyn, Brooklyn, take me in!
Are you aware the shape I'm in?
My hands they shake
My head it spins.
Oh Brooklyn, Brooklyn...take me in!

Three words that became hard to say....
I, and Love, and You!
What you were then I am today...
Look at the things I do!

Dumbed down and numbed by time and age
your dreams to catch the world the cage
the highway sets the travelers stage
all exits look the same.

3 words became hard to say...

I'm sorry, you deserve better! You deserve what you long for!

Lack of blogging...

must mean I've been busy elsewhere! And that is so true indeed.

Life isn't so complicated, it just gets that way with the busy schedules and the mayhem of having 3 kids (for me anyway). I am trying to rely on the simplicities to get me though every moment.

Training has started to ramp up quite a bit in the past weeks. Swimming 2 days a week has become quite the theaputic brain massage that has been lacking in past seasons. It's coming together but has a long way to go.

Can't wait to get on the bike! Enough said...although, I did get a new saddle and I love it so far (as far as I can tell form trainer spinning).

Running has been okay but inconsistent. I'm still feeling very strong when I get out there, so that's good I guess. We have a race tomorrow. The Get lucky 7k in wonderful DT minneapolis. It's 4.3 miles of pure glory. Weatherman says cool crisp morning air but lots of sun! I can dig anything over 20 degrees at this point. Most don't agree!! : )

Lots of other great things are happening! I won't indulge just now, but trust me when I say life is good!

Haven't Blogged for quite some time...

Not a whole lot new happening at this point. Just trying to stay busy with the kiddos and jobs stuff.

First Race coming up in a couple of weeks. I mentioned that in the previous post. I'm pretty excited to run a race....its been a few months or 6, so I'm due. Everything seems to be holding up fairly well for this old man. Just taking training easy and trying to not get injured.

Family is good, friends are good! Life is good....

Bish

Get Lucky 7K...I'm gonna get lucky!

Well, the first race of the year is now on the books!! Team Ortho's "get lucky" 7k slotted for march 20th, 2k10.

time machine and I are signed up already and hoping to finish off 'team horsecock' with entries of Rocky and Shawn.

i'm not gonna set any wild goals quite yet...gonna refer to the bible before doing anything hasty (the tri bible that is).

Really looking forward to this one. Not only is it an urban race downtown Minneapolis, but its followed up by beer and fun irish festivities at Keirens Pub.

I can only hope for all of team HC to make it. Can you imagine The Bishop, Time Machine, Litespeed and Rockstar all taking it to the bank in one morning. Good morning mutha crunkin minneapolis. RACE TO THE KEG, thats right.

Bish out

Ice fishing, the devil and blackberry brandy....

this will "BBB" you up!

Thats John...Blackberry mixing devil

Chad and I (BFF's)
Chad (Time Machine) and I headed up to Lake Mille Lacs on friday to seek out fishing and adventure. We got both!

Keith, my buddy from work, was generous (too generous probably) enough to let T.M. and I use his fish house over the weekend. Consider us lucky...cause it is an awesome place to relax, fish, enjoy an array of beverages, and talk shop! So, come Friday after work...we headed straight up and met Keith and his brother John. Keith had to head home right away and get things ready for his son's birthday party. Keith gave us the quick tour and was on his way, and Chad and I began unpacking and started fishing right away.

The night started going by quickly, the barley pop began to flow smoothly,
and the air was still mild...so we headed to shore to take in the local scenary.
In that...there was none. Buzzies (bar) was real slow filled with a bunch of, well, up north snowmobile dudes who clearly drank alot of beer. Can't say I fault them, but I'm just saying. Not the scene we were looking for, so one and done and bakc to the fishing.

Chatting it up about triathlon, this seasons races, TT bikes and the like. We continued to drop lines, replace minnows and shoot the breeze. Night fell hard and it was time to rest for an early morning at the 'man-shack'.

Saturday morning came on with a fury. High expectations had been set for 'man-fort' fishing...and it was early I was tired, but we were pumped to get way out on Mille Lacs and do some jigging. Now, let me walk you (talk) through what the 'man-fort' is exactly....Keith and his brother John were given a little 6' by 6' fish house to drag around the lake! So whenever there is a potentially good spot to fish they pull the little 'man-fort' out there and fish from that (it is way different than the BIG fish house that both Keith and John have, way smaller and no real amenities). Two chairs, two holes, a little sunflower heater, a gas lantern, and some nice pictures...that pretty much sums up the 'man-fort'! So we drive 6 miles out into the middle of the lake, all our gear ready to go and we find the MF and get to it. At this point its all about fishing and chatting and listening to rap music on the 10 dollar radio...who could (would) ask for more?

So, there we are...fishing, laughing and sharing. What Chad and I do best! We enjoyed the horrible reception on the radio until the playoff games started later that day, then the reception was great for some reason.

We headed back to the main house after about 3 hours and relaxed a bit, jigged a bit, and played some cribbage. It wasn't too long before the 'night-bite' was coming on and we headed back out to the man fort. We didn't have any heat this time around, but it wasn't too terribly bad outside with the sun beating down on the tin roof. We listened to the game, continued our discussion about triathlon and racing, along with gear and bikes. We got completely skunked in the afternoon \ evening fish so we, again, headed back toward the main house closer to shore.

Our ice fishing guide (and friend) john called us and invited us over to his house for some beverage and food. So, we headed over there and had a great time with John and his family. Thanks for the blackberry brandy John...YOU JERK!!! As the night dragged on, we decided to go up to Buzzies restaurant and have some more fun and food. It was busy, the crowd was 'typical' and loud. A couple down the hatch and back to the house for sleepy time.

Sunday morning came on like wild fire and we were slow to get up. The aftertaste in my mouth was of blackberries and stale beer...i wanted to go over and punch John right in the nostrils. I just didn't have the energy.

Slowly Chad and I gathered some strength to start cleaning up and getting ready to get out of dodge. The Vikes were playing at noon and he had a football party to get to, thanks for inviting me you dick (what)...just kidding! i was ready to go home and lick my wounds anyway.

We got everything picked up and put away and headed back to Albertville. The weekend had gone by so fast, but it is one I will not soon forget. A nice relaxing fishing trip with a great friend. Everyone needs that once in a while or twice for sure.

Thanks to Keith for allowing us to use his fish house for the weekend. A half thanks to John for not getting us heat in the man fort, and for making sure we didn't consume too much brandy...thanks a bunch. And to the local authorities for understanding we were not locals and letting us off with just a warning. Us city folks don't know you can't do that sort of stuff up north. Oooopsie.

Bish...out!

Tough times call for extreme measures....

Yesterday I learned that my services were no longer needed at the Minneapolis Auto Auction. I was employed there for over 5 years and they have decided to pull the plug on my employment. Part of me wants to believe that it was a decision based on the economy...but my knowledge of the inner workings of the Auction oas a whole lead me to believe that I was sanbagged to an extent. Shout out to all sandbaggers...you only make me stronger (and your intent, if in vain, goes unrecognized form here on out).

Anyone who may find themselves reading this, to all my friends, family and loyal followers (HA), please think of me if any opportunities arise. I appreciate it in advance.

Life is full of surprises, and isn't a good one...but its what you do with your surprise that matters. Here's to surprises.

Cheers,

Bishop

the Bee's knees

I wish I had Bee's knees....

I bet they don't ache like mine do.

Bursitis, IT band (different legs), and lack of recovery, is really putting a damper on my goals for the year.

If training can't start within a month (or a week) I may go crazy.

Half iron??? You may have to wait for 2k11.