While climbing onto my bike for a trainer workout this morning, I managed to trip over the treadmill (which is right next to the bike) and tumble onto my front wheel, twisting my foot and scraping my hand. Ironman that I am, I did the workout anyway, letting my cycling glove keep the blood from dripping onto the frame of my R5. My thumb and forefinger now have the marks of authentic road rash. Thus my first cycling injury of 2013 was acquired and dealt with. May it be my worst crash of the year.
I’m hoping for more meaningful and adventurous rides ahead and I am anxious to get underway. All autumn—as usual—I have felt like Ulysses, stuck in port, yearning to head out on another adventure.
How dull it is to make an end,
|Badwater: my soul is somewhere out there|
I once heard an endurance runner say that God made the desert so that a man could find his soul. If I do have a soul, I'm sure it is somewhere out there in the shifting sands and blazing rock of Death Valley.
With the departure of Ironman Canada from Penticton, my daughter and I have entered Ironman Mont Tremblant, which takes place in the beautiful Laurentian Mountains of Quebec in August. In our family Ironman history, it will be her fourth and my eighth. Ironman doesn't get any easier over time, but over time you become accepting of how difficult it is.
The terrain at Tremblant is reminiscent of Lake Placid, with lots of climbing and descending. We went there to check out the venue last fall and it was reassuring to see that (unlike Lake Placid) the roads on the bike course are all newly paved and smooth. In between Death Valley and Mont Tremblant I am looking for something else to try. Sadly I can't get the resources together this year for another run at the Race Across The West, so that idea will have to remain dormant for now. But like the Norwegian Blue parrot, this partcular dream is not dead, just sleeping.
One way or the other, I will find ways to do what I love to do, as I have always done. Not to chase some uncatchable idea of slimness or beauty; not to try to rewrite a youth that is already in the books; not to pound the rest of the guys in my age group into the dust. Not even to boldly go where no one has gone before.
But as always, just to see what is possible.