Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa...
I know that my blogging has been sporadic lately. And I apologize to those of you who have been waiting for the next installment in my musings on mission and community.
Truth be told I was caught up in prepping to "compete" in the Camp Pendleton International (Olympic Distanc) Triathlon (my fourth triathlon and I use the word "compete" VERY loosely...). I finished and still was able to stand upright to preach the day after. (This picture is from my first Half-Ironman last year.)
I have also been completely absorbed in watching Lance Armstrong utterly dominate the Tour De France field. It is frankly the greatest sporting achievement ever. 
Lance, a cancer survivor, is poised to win the Tour (a 21-day bike race through the Alps, the Pyrennes and the French Countryside where competitors average 100 miles of riding per day) for the SEVENTH CONSECUTIVE TIME. (The previous record before him was five.)
If you haven't watched any of it yet, by all means try to see some in this final week. (It is being shown on OLN.) This is more amazing than Babe crushing a baseball, Michael dropping three pointers, Tiger at the PGA cruising to a 21 shot lead.
Then yesterday, faithful sidekick, George Hincapie wins his first stage in the tour ever. Teammates like Hincapie are called "domestiques" (the French word for "servant") and their selflessness is a wonderful example of selfless teamwork. It was a great story.
If I was in charge of the world everybody would get the month of July off every year to do nothing but watch the Tour and then go for a bike ride. And since today is my day off I am going to do just that....
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