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Tuesday, October 14, 2008
The Dybo Memiors: Goals
It seems the blog thing has become a bit burdensome amidst a delicate juggling of attending weddings, baptisms, retirement parties, work conferences, working overtime with our after school program, and still squeezing in time to ride at a frequency that maintains my sanity. I sincerely apologize to all those who frequent this blog addictively while at work in a similar fashion to escaping to the bathroom stall for about 20 minutes in the name of work avoidance.
Alas, there is not much of significant interest to report about or write lately for the Finkelstein. I still haven’t managed to drag myself to a cross race, but I do look forward to racing the Peak to Peak race at Crystal Mountain this weekend.
Enough of my own blabbery…as a testament to my commitment to enhancing your work day by providing distractive material, I have decided to regurgitate another rousing page in The Dybo memoirs.
Did I ever tell you about the day Lauren was born? She was born on New Year’s Day you know. I can remember it vividly. I was a bit on edge because there were some risks associated with the pregnancy. As a side note, I had made a commitment to myself this year to ride EVERYDAY.
At 4:30 in the morning I am awoken to Mallissa freaking poking me in the side yelling at me to get up because her water just broke. What was the first thought on my mind? Sh*t…I am NOT going to get to ride today, it’s New Years Day and I am already going to fail at my goal. So we all got up and we’re shuffling to get our things ready for the hospital and Mallissa calls her friend who had also gone to all the pregnancy classes with us and had agreed to help us through the process come the big day. Well, no longer than 15 minutes after we got up, Mallissa started to realize I was gone and was asking herself where the hell I was.
My goal was to ride EVERYDAY that year. I tell you what, I am a man who likes to freaking stick to his goals. Where was I? Where do you think the Godfather of Michigan Cycling was, I had snuck out the door and was on my freaking bike.
Ok, ok…don’t get all up in arms, I made it back in time to witness the miracle of the birth of my first child, and it was amazing and almost as good as my ride!
Alas, there is not much of significant interest to report about or write lately for the Finkelstein. I still haven’t managed to drag myself to a cross race, but I do look forward to racing the Peak to Peak race at Crystal Mountain this weekend.
Enough of my own blabbery…as a testament to my commitment to enhancing your work day by providing distractive material, I have decided to regurgitate another rousing page in The Dybo memoirs.
Did I ever tell you about the day Lauren was born? She was born on New Year’s Day you know. I can remember it vividly. I was a bit on edge because there were some risks associated with the pregnancy. As a side note, I had made a commitment to myself this year to ride EVERYDAY.
At 4:30 in the morning I am awoken to Mallissa freaking poking me in the side yelling at me to get up because her water just broke. What was the first thought on my mind? Sh*t…I am NOT going to get to ride today, it’s New Years Day and I am already going to fail at my goal. So we all got up and we’re shuffling to get our things ready for the hospital and Mallissa calls her friend who had also gone to all the pregnancy classes with us and had agreed to help us through the process come the big day. Well, no longer than 15 minutes after we got up, Mallissa started to realize I was gone and was asking herself where the hell I was.
My goal was to ride EVERYDAY that year. I tell you what, I am a man who likes to freaking stick to his goals. Where was I? Where do you think the Godfather of Michigan Cycling was, I had snuck out the door and was on my freaking bike.
Ok, ok…don’t get all up in arms, I made it back in time to witness the miracle of the birth of my first child, and it was amazing and almost as good as my ride!
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