Family outing...Daddy style

Today's results in the Hearts on Franklin 5K.

Travis Luckinbill, age 9 -- 28min
Mark Luckinbill, age 38 -- 28min, 8 sec
Olivia Luckinbill, age 6 -- 38min
Heather Luckinbill, age 37 -- 38min, 8 sec
Madison Luckinbill, age 7mos -- DNF, unable to walk

A great race raising money for the Children's Fund of North Carolina. 250 participants this year!!! Look for a photo and profile of Travis in the Chapel Hill newspaper on Wednesday, 2/27.

Don't compare to the past! Look at the present only!

I am spending too much time lately wondering where my fitness is against last year. If I had a lick of sense I'd be happy accepting that it must be good due to my recent marathon time and the relative ease at which I can ride 30 miles on the bike at a good clip. However, instead I am fretting about a lack of swimming, a lack of weights, and complete ignorance of my assigned schedule so far in 2008. Top that off with my recent injury (see previous post) and the closer time proximity of Lake Placid (45 days earlier than Wisconsin) and I'm a little off balance mentally. I look forward to getting my February workouts and following them exactly to see where I am.

Time to get serious about training.

The Wonders of Modern Medicine...

Thankfully they eclipse the timeliness of the Modern Emergency Room. Yesterday was the first real mountain bike ride of the season. Without going into a lot of detail, I was chased by a bear and had to do a huge jump over a frigid river while it was snowing. OK, not true. I had a whimpy, five mile per hour crash and the super-sharp big chain ring on my new Cannondale Rush bit my leg as I fell over. At least I was on some good singletrack and not some measly fire road or something. And I had to ride two miles out with the injury. Regardless, my whole day from ride until Superbowl was spent waiting for admittance (by the way, never tell the ER nurse your pain is only "1" on a scale of 1 to 10) in line behind sicker people. Then debating with the doctor whether chain grease is so dirty that it could infect me therefore making it better to cut off the flap of flesh. Hmmm. Well, as you can see, we collectively decided to put it back on....ER style. Big gaps between stitches so ER tech could move on to sicker patients. Whohooo!

Photos are: bike visiting hospital, the wound, the fix.