The beginning

Its official!  My 40th year has begun and so has the quest to see what I can find out about myself, my life, past, present and future, and pass on to my kids; hopefully with a little insight.  A few tidbits, I'll be competing ( more like completing) in 10 or more endurance events this year.  Some are fairly tame only taking a few hours and some are outrageous that take me thousands of miles away from my family, my home and my life all in an attempt to see if I can find out something monumental about turning forty.  During this period, I'll be training, learning and hopefully meeting some people that can give me an inspiration as to why I would commit so much to something completely unknown...or do I already know the answers of turning forty but need some ridiculous excuse to jot it all down.

In any case, it started January 1, 2011 at 4.30a with an 11 mile run in Delray Beach, FL on a golf course that they were probably not that happy that I was traipsing on like they just opened the doors to Wal-Mart on Black Friday.  With a headlamp angles slightly downward, I trudged through the darkness to get my 11 miles in before everyone else woke up to the new year.  At 7.00a I was done, tired, sore, feet hurt, sunrise and pretty intimidated that I had a whole year of this, not including a full time executive position at my firm, two children under 4, a wife that may need me to help raise said kids, 12 year old dog (first born) and lots of friends that I really like.

Well, here we go.  Lets see what 40 years does to someone, to someone's family, to someone's son, to someone's boss, to someone's friend.  Lets just see if this 39 year old can teach his children something about turning 40.  Hopefully when they are 39, they can read this instead of torturing themselves for thousands of hours.