My Frostbite 5 Miler was not as successful as Sam’s. Had I done the race a month earlier, I believe I could have been a minute faster. The few weeks leading up this race, I was in Vegas definitely training hard, and the week prior I was hunched over a wheel for 3 days straight grinding slate rippers.

I finished in 30 minutes even (6 minute miles), that were most likely 5:30, 5:45, 6, 6:05, 6:15, 6:25. I can’t say for certain, but experts don’t recommend dying on mile 2. I also never noticed the guy next to Jonah has a prosthetic leg.

As much as I was disappointed with my result, because I did believe that I was in good shape, the bigger issue is I’m over the hill. To get to where I should be requires more time than I currently have. It’s a realization that any pinnacle that I ever thought I could achieve with athletics is over. Perhaps I knew this years ago, but now it feels certain. It reminds me of an interview with Jerry Seinfeld and he’s asked if he’s scared to die and he says something along the lines of, “no, I accept it.” Well, I’m accepting there will be no more times I’m proud of.

Which is fine. 40 is a magic number and we’ll call this the half way hill and it’s all downhill from here. Since it’s downhill, it goes a lot faster. My sense is that’s ok. Try to stay healthy. Don’t take life too seriously. Be happy and ignore the idea that it’s all one big pointless journey on this big rock. When people get up in arms over dumb concepts, which I’m certainly guilty of, tell them it’s not important. Don’t get mad at the guy who told you to buy the drone stock at $2, watched it crash to .10 cents, reverse 20-1 split, then started on ANOTHER down trend. That’s not important. However, now that you know I’m done with athletics, I’ll be moving into financial advice along with gambling golf tips. Two mental exercises that I’m hoping I’m still sharp for. Billy Horschel this week gambling friends!