Day One... or Year 47, day 135

I thought it might be fun to blog my way through the doldrums - mid winter, mid life, mid section of my body getting softer and softer. Time to get a grip on this and tune up. Fred has his Italy bike trip with the Jabonies, and a 100 mile race to motivate him. I'm looking for something. Maybe the fact that my 15 year old who just started rowing can now beat me in both swimming AND rowing can shake me out of my apathy. I don't need to compete with her, but I CAN decelerate my downslide! Its almost the 20 year anniversary of the 1988 Olympics, so maybe by October 3, 1988, I'll feel more like the Olympian that I once was... or at least like a middle aged version of an Olympian, not a middle aged sloth.