poor josie....poor jim.

jims dog josie died tuesday night, hopefully in her sleep. she was at the vet for observation after getting in a few rough romps with a german shepherd. dogs are really cool and i would really like one, but there is this side that i wouldn't like. you can only do so much for a dog, medically speaking (and financially). poor jim cried all morning yesterday. i hope he doesn't blame himself, there really isn't much he could have done different. the worst part is that the poor dog died in a kennel by herself in a strange place. sad.

i'm in the guts of the rest week. as anticipated, i feel like shit. my body gets into the rythm of the ride/run/swim and when i take it away, it freaks out. it's easier for me to do a high volume week with 13 workouts than it is to do a 7 hour week with 5 or 6 workouts.

happy birthday mom.