treating 7 weeks as a moment in time

Wow, 7 weeks has passed since my last brain dump. Alot has happened. So much so that I don't know where to begin. The preparations for the baby have encroached my serious play time. 3 trips to Babies'R'Us leaves me wondering how the hell my folks were able to raise me without registries, nook brushes, breast pump liners, and jogging strollers. It is just another example of the effort we will expend in the hopes of some long term convenience. (Microsoft has been manipulating modern society for over 10 years with the same veiled approach.) My soccer exploits have been pheripheral to my racing. Yet, I can't help but feel some satisfaction in my play and that of the team. Despite being mentally and sometimes physically exhausted for the sunday matches, I've been able to summon energy from god knows where. A glimpse of what's to come, a preparation of sorts for parenthood. Transistioning my brain waves out of the cockpit an onto the pitch has been challenging, but a skill I'm just beginning to hone. No longer am I driving to the match thinking about the previous evenings typical happenstance. I am beginning to see to some real smart play from my teammates, a direct result of patience, movement, communication and wise decision making. Attributes in some way I hope is a result of my efforts on the Thursday kick-arounds. I am in no means taking credit for that, because I feed on it more than anybody else. It's starting to wake up processes that have been dead since college. Despite the influx of recreational activities (organized play), my work landscape is beginning to change. There are opportunities afoot, but I haven't been able to fully grasp the levity of my pending choices, something I must do soon. The resounding theme, atleast those that have inhabited my brain, has been the impending retirement of my racing activities. I would love to encapsulate my thoughts/emotions in this blog, but I believe that it's much too large an animal to bring down with a pellet gun. For posterity sake, let's just say that my last 3 outings were enjoyable which allowed me to really take in the inputs, the interactions, seat-of-the-pants feeling. What racers do is really amazing, and I am glad (lucky) to count myself as one of the brethren. In some small way I can see through their eyes, because I've been there. Words can never really describe it, but someday, I want to attempt it, even if feebly.