A sense of loss

For almost 2 years now i had kept a little logbook of how much I have spent on bike, swim and run workouts. In Oct 2008, i decided to make dreams a reality by starting in earnest my training for a tri event. it probably coincided with me signing up for the tribob event. In fact I was so early with my registration that my bib no was 4! some chaps thought i was some elite age grouper then! Well that little notebook chornicles in a way all that i have done since i started on this journey. it records every workout and all the data is tabulated so that i can sort of see my progress. I must admit looking at my progress through the log is like watching paint dry. The improvement is almost indiscernible. Its only when you look at it after 12 months that you see some improvement in my times.

well yesterday, in all the hectic running in between hospitals,clinics and ward rounds, i left it somewhere . okay okay i lost it. i don't even have a clue where i left it. i spent a good hour back tracking to no avail.

its then that i feel a sense of loss, the chronicles of my journey into endurance multisports probably lost forever. its probably not critical at this point of my training and leading up to the last 2 weeks to the race but its akin to losing like your comfort pillow. you can't help feeling a sense of loss. in this regar i am thankful i have this entries to chronicle at least the last 3 months activity and also my garmin data which has detailed all the info since july last year.