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Show some support for father and son time

I mentioned earlier that Thing Two and myself have plans for riding in BJU: The Ride 2011. I’m figuring I’ll get in at least 80 miles on the day and Jonathan Jr. has set a goal of 30 miles. I’m thankful for the people who have pledged to support him. I can see the encouragement in his eyes each time I tell him he has another pledge.

Jonathan, Jr. and me

Make a pledge at BJUTheRide.org

Right now, I’m coming straight out and asking you to sponsor either of us for the ride. This isn’t the 2011 Ride for Mike (more on that later) and I wouldn’t be asking except for the fact that I want Thing Two to see what can be done when we get a little out of our comfort zone. It is encouraging to see the wonderful hearts of people around us.

To give, just…

  1. Go to BJU: The Ride 2011
  2. Enter your contact information
  3. Use the drop down list to choose Jonathan Pait or Jonathan Pait Jr
  4. You can then choose the amount you wish to sponsor per mile and/or enter a single pledge
  5. Enter the optional information, if you wish
  6. Then click the Make My Pledge button.

We’re hitting the course next Saturday. It was fun last year to have some friends pop in during the 5 hours we were out there to give us some company. It was really nice to have some pulls now and again!

So, please consider pledging a few dollars for our ride. If you are in the area, plan on coming by the campus of Bob Jones University and taking a few laps with us. Either way of support is greatly appreciated!

It is going to be a good year!

While my Category 3 race didn’t go so well, it turned out to be a great weekend — and series, for that matter. Thomas Smith and Phil Ball continued their podium dominance in the River Falls race. The POA Cycling Masters Team swept the podium for the series omnium.

River Falls Finish

Jacob McGahey takes the win

When I walked up to the tent where my teammates typically hang out, I found Blair Lemarche working on someone’s leg. As I got closer I found it was Darin Marhanka. That didn’t bode well. I was hoping there wasn’t a pile up that had taken out more of our guys.

Darin explained that it was just a matter of a single rider in front of him standing to accelerate and having his front wheel wash out from under him. His wipe out took Darin with him causing Darin to pick up a some road rash. What a hard day for Darin to ride in this mess just to get taken out.

We still had Thomas Smith, Phil Ball, Phil Humbert, Jae Bowen, and Mark Caskey. As I sat there talking with Blair and Darin, the announcer alerted us that the leaders were approaching the start/finish. I turned to see who it would be.

I saw Thomas leading another rider (who turned out to be veteran racer, Jacob McGahey) to the line with Phil Ball several meters behind them. There was some confusion because Thomas thought that it was the finish. Unfortunately, he now had to turn in another lap!

This happened because the Masters racers were out on the course at the same time as the Women. The women had their final lap called around the time that the Masters were coming through for their penultimate lap. I’m sure they hated to know they were going to have to do another lap in the nasty weather we were experiencing!

Next came Phil Humbert leading the pack to the line. Jae was there and then Mark came across later. It was pretty obvious that unless Thomas and Phil had mechanical issues we were going to have a chance at a 1-2 finish. However, Blair commented that McGahey would be a hard nut to crack.

I didn’t get to see the finish. Well, I did, but I couldn’t tell what happened. I was trying to take a finish line photo with my iPhone. As you can tell from the photo above, the iPhone isn’t the best platform for taking action photos!

Jacob McGahey crossed the line first with a comfortable lead. I couldn’t tell who was second because the next person I saw after looking up from the iPhone was Phil Ball. I was afraid that perhaps Thomas had wrecked.

I went over to Hank McCullough, who was waiting to take the course for the Masters 45+ race, and asked him if Thomas was in the finish. “Yes,” he let me know, “Thomas came across in second.” That means that once again Thomas and Phil got in a break together and finished on the podium.

It was exciting to gather with the team after the race. Even though Thomas and Phil were shivering from the cold and their effort, they had huge smiles on their faces. In between the back slaps and wringing of water out of clothing, each rider explained the events of the race. Everyone was sharing in the joy of success.

Phil Humbert summed it up well when he said, “It feels great to be part of such a strong team.  No matter who is in the break, I know the others are killing themselves to help the team succeed.  It’s gonna be a good year!”

At the end of the day the team took 2nd – Thomas, 3rd – Phil B., 5th – Phil H., and 6th – Jae. Mark finished outside the top 10 in 13th. The better news was that the team was now holding the top three positions in the omnium for the series with 1st – Thomas, 2nd – Jae, and 3rd – Rodney. With one day of racing to go, it was looking good.

On Sunday, it turns out that only 6 racers took the line in the Masters 35+ race. It was 45 degrees, rainy, and winds up to 15 mph. After Saturday, it is hard to blame them! The result was that there were no omnium challengers in the final race.

So ended the first series campaign for the POA Cycling Master Team. It is going to be an interesting year. If the spirit of the team remains as strong as it has started out, I feel for those coming up against them.

As good as they boys have been so far, there is still more to learn as we race together. The team dynamics are only going to get better. You could tell by the way the guys were debriefing after the race that it will come together.

Yeah, Phil, it is going to be a good year!

$7.50 a lap

Today I sucked it up and headed over to the River Falls course. It was rainy and cold. Actually, just standing around under covering, it didn’t seem so bad. It wasn’t until you became thoroughly soaked that you began to suffer. Suffer, I did.

I got there just in time to see the final laps of my teammates in the Masters 35+. It was a lot of fun seeing them work together and bringing home some great finishes. Standing around with them afterward, it was great to feel connected to it all — though it was a little disappointing to learn that I could have been an actual part of the success since some our guys weren’t able to make it. I could have raced Masters after all.

Instead, I was lining up alone for the Category 3 race. We would be the last field to roll off for the day. I had hoped that the temperature would increase — and perhaps it did, but I couldn’t tell. I was numb.

Several times during warming up I stopped to use the porta-johns. I guess it was a combination of the wet, cold weather and me drinking too much. Maybe it is also a part of being 43-years old! This would factor into my day later…

We lined up behind the Pro/1/2 field and waited for them to head off. Then we moved up to their place to get our instructions, etc. It was while we were waiting for our send off when I started to feel that urge again. If I had the day to do over again, I would have gotten out of line and hit the john again. It turns out I would have had time.

I didn’t and I regret it.

The first lap was okay. Only once did I have a scare. It wasn’t due to anyone else. I just let the road get to me.

Once you come off the start/finish line you take a reasonable turn to the right. Then there is a left turn that is deceptively tight and the asphalt there is smooth — with rain you think it looks slick. I had taken the first right turn rather gingerly and now was accelerating to close a gap. This sent me into that turn at a pretty high speed.

What I should have done was just trust my equipment, lean into the turn with my right leg extended, and my left arm pushing down on the bar. Every other lap I did and it was smooth sailing. Unfortunately, this time I caught some waves.

I panicked as I came into the turn. I had the feeling that the bike wasn’t going to make the turn and I would go off the road. I braked and found myself awkwardly balanced on the bike. The front wheel started wobbling. For a split second, I thought I was going to go down. However, I slowed enough to gather the bike and then set off again after the field pulling a number of riders behind me.

We settled down and for the rest of the lap until the bottom of the hill, we rode at a nice speed. I would glance at my computer on occasion to see wattage readings in the 100s. This was good for my plan.

My plan was to sit in as much as possible to conserve my energy. These gently rolling sections would be important as there would be a 2 mile climb to deal with. If I could hang in there until the final lap, perhaps I could get a top ten finish on the final climb.

The first climb was fine. I was near the front and the field was driving it pretty good. We crested and I was in good shape, though I noticed that the whole field was pretty much with us. It made me think that perhaps I could ease up a bit on the climb and conserve some more.

During the second lap, my bladder issues became more obvious. I wasn’t desperate, but I knew that things were only going to get worse. I started to consider my options — really, only one presented itself: relieve myself in my shorts. I decided I would if it came to that.

On the second climb I tried my theory. I eased up and let the field kind of string out a bit. As we crested, I found I was a little farther back, but I could tell that I had not put out as much effort.

Unfortunately, there was a trade-off. Coming off the hill the field began to accelerate. As I was going into the first right turn, the front of the field was starting to make its way into the “scary left turn.” Gaps were forming and I found myself having to work even harder to get back with the field. Thankfully, this time I took the turn correctly, but I was giving up the energy I had saved on the climb.

By the time we reached the climb, I was at that desperate stage. I really had to go. We started the climb again and I was about mid-pack. I determined that once I could breathe again, I would do what had to be done.

This time I was starting to lose it. I was drifting back. It wasn’t because I wanted to. I was starting to labor. I didn’t understand. My wattage was reading reasonable levels. It didn’t seem that I should be feeling this way.

Once again I was chasing to get back on. Twice I had sizable gaps form and I was working hard to attach to the wheel in front of me. Finally, I did and was able to settle into the pack to recover.

Now would be the time to relieve myself. By this time my bladder was cramping. I was miserable on the inside and the out! It just wouldn’t happen.

I don’t know why. Perhaps the chemicals make your body shut down for “fight or flight” had kicked in. Maybe my brain just couldn’t deal with something that I had never done before. All I know is the misery continued to be base of the fourth climb.

Now I was hurting. Frankly, I was losing the will to continue. Another rider near me dropped saying, “I’m out!” I almost followed suit. However, I told myself, “Don’t stop now. At least get over the hill and see what happens.” So, I gathered myself and crossed the line with a huge gap.

I did give it a try. Another rider who had suffered on the climb came around me and we tried for a bit to work together to catch back on. I even caught a glimpse of the field just a turn ahead of us.  My partner accelerated and I went to go with him. He rode away from me.

What on earth was going on? I was riding with guys that I have stayed with on many a ride. Yet, here I was toast.

I stopped there. I decided I needed to go pee. However, it was a bit before my body let me.

It was time to get in my car and leave out the back way. I didn’t want to go by the start/finish line. It was too embarrassing.

I finished only four laps. I paid thirty dollars for that. That’s $7.50 a lap.

One man’s hell is another man’s heaven

On a beautiful Sunday morning the Masters 35+ field lined up for the start of another day of racing during the Greenville Spring Training Series. One of my teammates, John James, was waiting for the pre-race officiating announcements to end when he overheard a comment that set the stage for the day. “Welcome to POA Hell,” quipped a rider near by.

POA Cycling Team prepares to race

POA Cycling Team prepares to race

Phil Ball starts the action with a break

Phil Ball starts the action with a break

It started right from the gun. POA rider, Phil Ball, made it up with another rider to start an early break. For a while, the field let them go. Then about half-way, the attacks started coming fast and furious. The end result was that by the end of the first lap the race was busted into about four groups.

Thomas and Phil form the winning break

Thomas and Phil form the winning break

Out of this emerged Phil and Thomas Smith in a two man break. The other POA riders – Rodney Dender, Jae Bowen, John James, Cleve Blackwell, Mark Caskey, and Gen Kogure – were spread out in the various groups. By the end of the second lap the race was pretty much decided.

Rodney and Jae at work

Rodney and Jae at work

I asked Thomas how things happened from his vantage point, “Phillip and I were away from about mile 5.  So I simply asked him to stay with me… no matter how much he was suffering and sure enough he did and we took the podium. He will say he didn’t do anything… but he did, he stayed with me.” That is saying something. That means those guys were out there – the two of them – for about five laps of the course.

Phil showed some true grit by staying in there after working to form the break. He then would come through to give Thomas a break from the front now and then. In the end, it worked out great for both of them.

Rodney and Jae were there following up any moves to reach their teammates in the break. That allowed Rodney to have the position he needed to bring home the podium sweep for the team. Jae was there to notch a seventh place finish as well.

Farther back, the rest of the team was dealing with a field that seems to have lost its will to race. The Masters 45+ field caught the Masters 35+ riders. The official neutralized the first group about two minutes before the second group caught them. Then all kinds of confusion ensued.

Cleve controlling what is left of the field

Cleve controlling what is left of the field

Once the 45+ riders passed, Cleve got a little tired of just soft pedaling around the course. He attacked the group with the intention of trying to catch the 45+ group, ride through it, and then exit the field. John James was there with him when Cleve attacked. John pinned the field in the gutter as they came into a crosswind. The remaining field began to shatter.

Before long Cleve caught the 45+ group and the rest of the 35+ riders caught the 45+ group trying to chase him down. However, rather than neutralize the 45+ field, the officials let them go and the two fields started getting mixed as the 45+ group started accelerating in the midst of the 35+ riders.

So, it would appear that even some of the POA riders got caught up in the results of “POA Hell.” However, for Thomas and Phil – and Rodney – it was a totally different story. I guess when it comes to days like that, one man’s hell is another man’s heaven.

Well done, Thomas and Phil!

Well done, Thomas and Phil!

Once again, Eddie Helton does an incredible job telling the story with his camera. Be sure to go by Eddie’s web site to see more photos from the weekend events. If you find yourself in a photo, Eddie’s prices are VERY reasonable for you to get your very own copy.

I’ll take that!

Don’t think I was complaining in yesterday’s post. I’m willing and ready to learn. I’d much prefer to have someone teach me where I might be going wrong then to just let me go my way and make a fool of myself. I’m stoked to be in the great position of being a member of the POA Cycling Team. I can’t think of a better way to learn.

Rodney Dender waits for Fork Shoals race to start

Rodney Dender waits for Fork Shoals race to start

We lined up Saturday’s race with Thomas Smith leading the omnium points for the series. Joining him was Darin Marhanka, Rodney Dender, and Jae Bowen — any of which could win the race. Riding in support of these leaders was Phil Humbert, Mark Caskey, Phil Ball, and myself.

Jonathan Pait wonders if he'll finish the race

Jonathan Pait wonders if he'll finish the race

Before the first lap was over the race was pretty set for the remainder of the event. In the first group was Rodney, Darin, Thomas, and Phil H. Up there with them was Windsong Bicycle Shop rider Charlie Brown.

Thomas and Darin work in the winning break

Thomas and Darin work in the winning break

However, it should be pointed out that what helped set this up was a great early attack and breakaway by Mark Caskey. Not more than a couple miles into the first lap, Mark took off and built a break that lasted up near to the start/finish of the first lap. This made the other teams do the work while the POA team could counter and react.

Mark Caskey takes the pressure off with an early break

Mark Caskey takes the pressure off with an early break

Back in the peloton was Phil Ball, Jae Bowen, and myself. I felt bad that Jae was back here because it would mean that he would drop some in the omnium points standing. He didn’t seem to mind. He was busy working to make sure that Charlie Brown’s teammate Ryan Jenkins was kept out of the mix toward the front.

Phil Ball sits on Ryan Jenkins' wheel

Phil Ball sits on Ryan Jenkins' wheel with Jae and Jonathan following

Unfortunately, Thomas told me that he made a mistake that he thinks cost him the race. As you can see, it was close, but Brown took the win. But just as I am learning to race as an individual, the team is learning to work together as well.

Thomas Smith comes in second

Thomas Smith comes in second behind Charlie Brown

Well, the team must be learning. As I was typing this blog entry, I learned that in today’s Masters 35+ race the team finished 1, 2, 3, and 6. Thomas came home first to hold his position in the omnium. Phil Ball put yet another new name toward the top with a second place finish. I was unable to be there and even if I could have been at the event, I would not have been able to race it since we are allowed only 8 riders per team.

Can’t wait to hear that story!

You’ll notice @eddieheltonphotography.com on each of the photos. Thanks to Eddie Helton for taking pictures at our Greenville events. Check out his site here: eddieheltonphotography.com and see more photos from the races.

Racing can be humbling

I finished my first race of the season today. It was a 47 mile three lap loop of the Fork Shoals course. I participated with my teammates in the Masters 35+ field. It was a humbling experience.

I can’t say it was humbling physically. Due to the dynamics of the race, it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. Yes, there were some times when I was just hanging on, but I ended the race with something still in the tank.

I say it was humbling because I always seem to do stupid things tactically. I feel like I am out there spinning my legs with everything happening around me. Today was no exception.

We started off and right away there was an acceleration around the first turn. “Wow,” I thought to myself, “I hope we don’t go at this pace the whole time!” However, as quickly as the acceleration started, it slowed.

I found myself toward the front. I sat on a wheel for a bit and then that rider rotated off which put me on the point. I settled in to a pace I felt comfortable with and waited for someone to come around.

That person was my teammate, Mark. He attacked around me with about three other riders. I let him go and started soft pedaling. I watched the gap begin to grow. “Hey, I’m helping!” I thought. “Mark is getting away.”

We made our first turn and my teammate Thomas got relegated to the back for crossing the yellow line. I slowed to see if he had any need for help. At that point, Rodney pulled up beside me, “Dude!” He exclaimed. “You can’t be pulling the whole field around like that!” Hmmmmm, I guess I wasn’t helping after all.

“We have the numbers,” he continued. “You, Mark, and Phil are supposed to attack, attack, attack.” They made sense to me. I said, “Okay.” “Also,” he explained, “we have a rider up the road. You should NEVER be on the front.” He pointed at the rider currently on the front, “He can’t cover any counter attacks from there.” That made sense to me. I said, “Okay.”

I started to watch to see when we would bring Mark back into the fold. If I was supposed to attack, then I would do it as soon as we overtook him. I was starting to feel good about myself again because I figured a good attack would redeem me.

The chance never came. About halfway through the first lap everything just started going crazy! There were attacks and counter attacks. I didn’t know which ones to go with. I had teammates covering several moves at the same time and I was afraid I would do something stupid and mess things up.

Finally, I just had to put that out of my mind. With a couple of teammates forming gaps in groups ahead, I just waited for the next wheel to come by and jumped on it. I kept doing that trying to discourage anyone from bridging up to them.

Going into the second lap, things began to settle down. There were now three groups on the road. The first group contained three of our guys. The second group had two or three. Then there was our group with Phil Ball, Jae Bowen, and myself.

In that set, Jae was our lead man. Phil and I would work to help Jae. He was having to keep an eye on Ryan Jenkins who had missed the breaks and was now stuck in the field.

Everyone in the field was watching those two riders. They were playing a game of cat and mouse. For almost the entire second lap this continued.

Once we reached Dunklin Bridge, Ryan attacked and I covered his wheel. I looked down and saw 500 watts flashing across my Garmin. I knew I couldn’t keep this up for much longer. Just about the time I thought he was about to ride me off his wheel, he looked back at me and said, “You’ve got to ******* contribute!”

I was torn. The male in me wanted to pull through. However, the thought that I would be helping a threat get farther down the road didn’t seem like the right thing to do. “This is my job,” I said meekly. Exasperated, he let up and we were swallowed in the field.

Then I started to think about it. We were two minutes behind the second group. The front group was, in the words of the motorcycle official, “long gone.” What would hurt to catch the second group? Maybe I should have pulled through — with what little power I had left.

As we turned onto Cedar Falls road, I pulled up to Jae, “Hey, should we try to get up to the second group?” “No,” he replied emphatically. “We just watch Jenkins. If he goes, I go with him and you and Phil cover anybody trying to bridge up to us.” This made me feel a little better about my earlier decision. “So, we just ride in controlling the field?” I asked. Jae nodded.

Jenkins attacked once again as we neared the start/finish line for the third loop. I got caught behind a slowing rider and then had to work hard to catch the end of the group. In the process, I pretty much pulled the rest of the field to them.

Thankfully, things slowed just long enough for me to recover, but after the turn by the fire station Ryan Jenkins let it all hang out! He started pulling and the field stretched into a single file line. I was just trying to stay on the wheel in front of me.

On the back side of the course which is full of rolling hills, I looked down and saw that riding the wheel in front of me — in the draft — I was putting out 400 watts. I was about to get dropped from inside the field!

I recovered on a downhill and started up the final climb before we turned right again on Dunklin Bridge. “I’m going to make it!” I thought to myself. This would be the first race back since I broke my neck that I would finish. I started to think about the finish.

We went into the turn onto Dunklin Bridge in a wide arching line. As I entered the apex, it felt as though my rear tire was about to roll off the rim. I corrected and once we got straight I looked back. “No way!” I thought, “I’m going flat!” Knowing that we had some tricky descents ahead I didn’t think it wise to try to stay in the field.

I threw up my hand to indicate I had a problem and then moved left to the yellow line. As the field streamed past me and on ahead I took a closer look at my tire. It was not completely flat. It seemed to be a slow leak. I knew I had been having some trouble with the stem, so I figured that must be what was causing it.

Thankfully, there wasn’t much more distance to cover. As the tire got lower the effort it took to pedal increased. I was now alone with a slight wind and a flat tire. I was only hoping that the tire would stay up enough for me to ride to the finish.

Finally, I crossed the line with a sheepish look on my face. The desire was great to do something to let people know that I finished so far back because of the flat. I saw someone I knew over to the side of the road and pointed back at the wheel. I’m not even sure they saw me because everyone’s attention was turned to the Masters 45+ field that was coming up to their finish.

Being humbled isn’t always a bad thing. I learned a lot out there today. Being humbled and learning is wisdom. Being humbled and repeating your mistakes is stupid. I’m sure next race I’ll be humbled again… I just hope it won’t be because I’m stupid.

I need your help

This blog is going to be more important for me than ever this year. It is nearly Thanksgiving and next season starts now. The problem is, I’m having a really hard time getting motivated. The responsibility of posting here is going to have to serve as my source of accountability. I’m asking you to follow along with me for another year and give me a kick in the motivation button if you catch me slipping.

Early November I took a break from the bike. I was worn out and was still dealing with a good amount of pain from my neck. Seemed that my body could use some down time. Then I had surgery on my upper jaw to take care of some issues I was having with my teeth due to the accident. Turns out my sinus sack got punctured and for a week I was pretty much worthless.

I’m past that now and have even been out a couple of times on my fixed gear. I really enjoyed getting back out there in this beautiful fall weather. Riding a single gear is a nice change and it has also been fun building the bike.

The problem is I begin to think about the weather turning cold and my future of doing 90 second puke intervals and I’m not feeling much joy. Frankly, I feel aversion. Yet, I know that if I am going to accomplish anything in 2011, I’m going to have to ride in the cold and I’m going to have to do these intervals.

What I need are some motivating goals for 2011. When I have something I’m aiming for, I can go through a lot more suffering and pain. But the question I ask myself is, “What goals?”

Well, to start I want to go back to a goal I didn’t accomplish in 2010. That goal is a time of 11:15 up Altamont Road on Paris Mountain. The closest I got was 11:24 during one of the Paris Mountain Time Trials. Jim, my coach, had scheduled in training toward an official attempt just before my Ride for Mike. Of course, the wreck changed all that and I never got the chance to try for the goal. The fastest I have climbed the mountain since my accident is 12:15. Got to shave off a minute.

GOAL #1 – 11:15 or better climbing Altamont Road, Paris Mountain

At least one of my goals has to involve racing. Here is where I run into a brick wall. There are a couple of things here that hinder me…

1) The wreck. I have to admit that it took something out of me mentally. I don’t want to ever be in that position again. Yes, I have already gotten back on the horse and found that I have the mental discipline and courage to stick my wheel into the gap, but while before I just did it — now I think about it.

2) Masters racing. I’ve definitely got the hang of Cat. 4 racing. I’m pretty confident that I can hang with the Cat. 3 crowd — at least I can when I’m in fighting trim. I’ve only competed in three Masters races. Two of those I didn’t finish. Granted, the second of the two I didn’t finish was my comeback race after my recovery. The one I did finish (placing 11th) was not a typical Masters race. So, I question my ability there.

So, while this seems to be a low goal, it is a confidence building goal and one I’m not sure how long it will take to reach. I want to compete in and complete a Masters race. I have no illusions (delusions?) of winning one. But I want to roll over the line with the field. A second step in that goal is to reach a point in the season where I am able to contribute significantly to the success of my team. This means I may not finish a race, but I give myself for the team in such a way that I help one of our riders to victory. My greatest fear is that I will simply be out there looking good in the POA colors and not being able to play a role in the team’s success.

GOAL #2 – Place with a field finish in a Masters 35+ race and go on to contribute in a noticeable way to the success of the POA Cycling Team.

My final goal concerns my objectives for the 2011 Ride for Mike. This year is going to be different and will probably take away some of my drive for racing, but will open the doors for a great future on the bike beyond competition. An off the bike goal for 2011 is the creation of a public charity that will exist to help others honor and memorialize those they love. I want to help others do their own “Ride for Mike.”

The tangible goal for this will be the LiveSTRONG Challenge in Austin, Texas next October. That will be the 2011 Ride for Mike, but it will also be the opportunity for others to do their own “Ride for” campaign. Stay tuned to IRideFor.org to keep up with the plans and to participate.

That leads me to my specific third goal of the year — to do my best to chase down Lance like I did in 2008. I covered the course that year in around 3 hours and 45 minutes. I’d like to better that time for the 90 miles in 2011.

GOAL #3 – A sub 3 hour 45 minute finish in the 2011 LiveSTRONG Challenge in Austin, Texas.

Just typing this and I’m feeling a little more motivated! I just hope that Jim hasn’t given up on me. I was supposed to have already given him these goals for the upcoming year. Sending these along to him will flip the switch and get 2011 underway!