So I received a shocking message this morning that my old college roommate, a fellow swimmer, passed away during a triathlon in Colorado a few days ago. Apparently he had a heart condition (I don't know all the details yet) and is the second teammate of mine to go like that at a young age. He was 40, a husband and father of twin boys, a NCAA All-Americans, our team Captain our Senior year together (we were the only two Seniors), in great shape (an ultra-marathoner), and just an all around great human being. We lived together for 3 years at S. Carolina and had just been in contact about our Alumni gathering coming up. We hadn't seen each other in probably 15 years.
Anyway, I'm a bit busted up and depressed about the whole thing. You just ALWAYS hate hearing stories like this. It really scares the crap out of me too as I have high BP (controlled with prescription) and have had some weird heart stuff going on.
Anyways, I hope it makes you cherish friends and family that much more and know that we never know how much time we have. Live everyday as your last!
RIP Pete Cadwell
But it's scary to know that our efforts can be all for naught.
These efforts actually make each day we have, whether few or plentiful, that much more pleasant and enjoyable. I do enjoy a glass or two or three of wine often though, but I think of that as something not to avoid.
Sorry to hear about your friend Lump. Keep swimming fast:)
But it's scary to know that our efforts can be all for naught.
These efforts actually make each day we have, whether few or plentiful, that much more pleasant and enjoyable. I do enjoy a glass or two or three of wine often though, but I think of that as something not to avoid.
Sorry to hear about your friend Lump. Keep swimming fast:)
