On Goals Reached.

The past few months have been going really well for me. I can say that right now, in general, I'm much happier than I've been since I moved to San Diego. I've reached all of my goals of being active: I started my second season of paddling, where this yeart I can put more time and energy into it instead of last, which was more like a toe dip in the pool. I've been working out daily for months now, and the results are obvious when I get out and try sports. I can now run 8 miles like it's nothing. I've never had that before! I can't quite speak for high school track, but I can say since I started college I've never been as fit as I am right now.

That's not the best part of it. Reaching your goals is great, but it's better if you can share it with someone. I've got someone else who's also making major changes. My Dad. In the past six months he's lost 60 pounds, and totally turned his health around. Now he's a big guy, and sixy pounds may seem "meh" next to people who lose 100 pounds. But wait till you see him. The guy has muscles, real muscles, where there used to be flab. Never in my life have I seen him look so healthy. He's on a long path though, but he's doing it. He's taken something that we had long given up on him ever doing anything about and completely turned it around. He turns 59 next week, and I don't think there's anything I can get him better than how he feels. Andy and I are hoping that by this fall, he'll have built up his endurance and flexibility enough to go camping and do a series of long hikes like he'd take us on when we were kids. I'm sure he could do it now, but we want it to be fun for him, and not to have it hurt. Really though, I've never been so proud of my Dad. If you run into him, tell him good job. He's kicking ass.