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I’ve been slacking when it comes to keeping up with the Goat, but maybe that’s just my subconscious common sense kicking in to save me. Keeping up with his blog ought to be easy compared to keeping up with him in general, but lately I can’t keep track of or understand his “work out lists,” let alone keep up with him. I’m working on a translation dictionary in Goat.
The dawn of twenty ten brought the Goat into the “O-Zone!” This is my definition of his “Obsessive Compulsive Zone” where his detailed work-out schedule would tire, weaken, or kill most, just from reading it. But to him it’s spiritual gospel in his own religion, and he takes strength in the details. I stand back to catch my breath, happy with a ten mile bike ride, as he heads over the hill pushing for sixty, seventy, more, more more.
Part of the weekend ride was seventy plus miles to Zion. I drove out and met him there while he powered off the “O-Zone.” The next day we made the 17 mile round trip ride through the park and back down pulling the Burley. I was excited when he said he was getting a good work out pulling the trailer, thinking maybe my rides are harder than I think. The trailer=20lbs+baby=23lbs+stuff=8lbs=51lbs! Ok, ok, so we had a nice ride minus the rude California drivers who wanted to kill us. The park was quite crowded because of the holiday weekend but as beautiful as ever! The Goat logged in some running while we were there too, but I lost count how many times or miles. Like I said before, I cannot keep up with or understand his work out bible. The language, to me, is ambiguous but beautiful.
I didn't know there was time travel in the basement, but it's possible when it rains. He rode to Zion in the basement, 67 miles, in the rain, watching movies. Magic. The Goat is on track for his resurrection in May for completion of the Saint George Ironman! The count-down is on for the Goat. 
