Revised summer plan and a minor rant

So here's the deal: next week begins job #3 for this year. Yes, that's right friends and neighbours. After not so long ago espousing the joy and happiness of being gainfully employed once again, I have kicked that avocation for yet another, this one now job #3. I have also changed industries, from pharmaceutical to now something more along the lines of health and beauty, although I confess I am not a spandex model or anything like that.

So, here's the deal: the PBO half-iron, now only 4 weeks away (!!!) is back in play. Realistically the priority level has been reassigned. I'm planning to "train through it", putting in only a minor taper and racing the race as a "measuring stick" and not full-out. To be fair, I don't know if I know how to race anything less than full-out (finishing times notwithstanding), but that's the plan from here on out. Hopefully a minor tune-up between now and then at Guelph Lake. Down the calendar, Muskoka 70.3 remains the A lister for this year, with hopefully a full marathon to end out the year in style (or pain) or both.

With the new job, of course, comes the need to rejig the whole family-life-work balance. Gotta put those chainsaws back in the air...

And now for the minor rant: tonight my son was scheduled to be the team captain for his rookie league baseball game at 6:15. Full disclosure: at 5:30 it rained for about three minutes. Darkish clouds swirled through the sky and the humidity was oppressive, but nothing storm-like happened. We arrived at the park at about 6:14 (okay, cutting it a little close) to find a nearly empty diamond, and coaches from both our team and the other team milling about in the parking lot. Allegedly, one parent arrived at about 5:50 and heard a roll of thunder far off in the distance. This parent then proclaimed, "there's no way my son is playing in that!!" The 12-year old umpire proceeded to call the game on account of impending rain.

It's now past 9:30. Still waiting for the rain, thunder, lightning and storm of biblical proportions to wipe us all away. Please. Give me a, ahem, freaking break.

Here are a couple of baseball pictures, just because.

Peace.