October 25, 2011. 3:30am. I got up and stretched. Sore. I started back at the gym on Friday. It was my first time back since I broke my collarbone six months ago. I had to start with light weights as my shoulder is definitely weak at the fracure site. I feel it today. My legs are aching as well. I ran seven miles yesterday and I briefly think of going out and putting in a few more miles at dawn...  masochism & self abuse. I guess --in my mind--it beats laying in bed like a pig and doing nothing. We are born to achieve great things if we have the strength to conquer ourselves. I'd rather not get old, soft and weak. Last night I had strange dreams. I was at the desert pipes. People were there with me but I didn't know any of them. They were all riding skateboards and I had a bmx bicycle...  jeez! Anyway, I couldn't get a run in because they kept jumping into the pipe ahead of me and skating ....several riders at a time.  They were yelling - "No bikes allowed!"  and "Kooks -go home!" I stood to the side and watched....   wishing I could belong.  Hmmm.    The Bucky Lasek post is coming. I spoke with him yesterday as he was enroute home from Florida. You are going to like it.... Thanks to Jim Goodrich for the image. - Skate - Ozzie