If you, like me, grew up in the 80’s and 90’s and had an tendency to like alternative music you may remember this lovely song by Bjork.
That’s kind of how I’ve felt about the ebb and flow of this blog. Triathlon, to me, anyway, is cyclical. There’s the build up to your first race of the season, where you’re dusting the cobwebs off (Literally in some cases! Yes, bike, I’m looking at you), and getting a feel for things. Then throughout the year it builds and crescendos into your BIG race, the one that you wake up for early every weekend and train diligently for; the one where you can’t sleep at night because you’re dreaming of forgetting your bike, or your helmet, or even your bathing suit. Soon enough, it’s all over. You go into hibernation mode. The holidays come and you think that you can eat just like you did when you were cycling for four hours at a time. Ha! Thank goodness for spring half marathons and marathons.
You joke that you signed up for a spring race because you were intoxicated, but truth be known, you missed it. You missed meeting with your friends and hashing out life’s problems. You missed the sense of camaraderie you felt with these people, so you make plans, you fork over even more of your hard earned money, cause you know the truth is that it keeps you healthy, it keeps the stress away, it keeps you looking forward to something.
Winter training is different. It’s more difficult to get out of bed. It’s still dark out in the morning. Or it’s dark after work. It requires more planning in terms of what you’re going to wear. There are perks, however. Last night, Stan, Stan’s wife Karen, and little C met at the university track. It was dark. It was cold. There was no way I would have been out there alone. There was a group run occurring at the same time we were there. Someone brought out a propane tank and a heater. Within five seconds, little C had spotted it and ran over to the warmth it provided. It was like Christmas. My run last night was speed work, which normally I hate, but the stars were so bright, and C was running besides me and it was lovely.
“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.”
― Yoko Ono
Even a quote from Yoko can be related to triathlon 🙂
Here’s to Spring, my friends. Here’s to 2014. Cheers.