Thank you for contributing to this fundraiser for Next Generation Ministries we've simply called the FORTYMAN  40.3. Yesterday was a special three hour endurance journey on admitted an odd day for a triathlon. This iteration of the "Loneliman" triathlon was far from lonely. A whole crew was out there spotting for safety, providing nutrition, and even chasing me down with a "Nuke" (Coke+Nuun electrolytes). The most fun I've ever had swimming-bike-running in one session, giving my all on my Dad's 74th birthday (miss you Dad!) and for for the sake of a fatherless generation in Uganda . 

And we made some progress toward our goal, with $1,203 raised leading up to and yesterday. The fundraiser remains open until Friday 8/31. » purecharity.com/fortyman

Starting just after 7:30am: swim 1.0 + bike 33.1 + run 6.2 = 40.3 miles (aka FORTYMAN) with stellar race crew: Paul Hunter and son Dawson captured moments at the Cove, then setup for a cycling session in place using Zwift (riding in Innsbruck, Austria!), then on the run is when the real pain set in. 

I ran to Gladstone, headed through downtown Oregon City, up Singer Hill to the bluff, and along the promenade I hollered to the support crew, "I'm not slowing down, you'll have to catch me." That's when Logan, usually an avid non-runner, had to chase me down. 

The last mile was especially painful, and I remembered my Dad who endured so much in his life. I thought of the words of the first song heard on the run, "we don't get to be here long," and pushed as hard as I could. Of course the course wasn't closed by any stretch of the imagination, so through the heavy traffic areas I hopped between construction equipment, distracted drivers and sprinted through a green light. Up at the Revival Building awaited my bride and two sons right at the finish line. (Justice was all tuckered out from the morning.)