Hello World. Lately folks have been wondering what I’m doing to prepare for this race season in the mist of chaos and stormy weather. Well, when i find the moments to lift me head up from the hoppy goodness of my recovery drinks, I find some light and move. Yes move!
My training schedule (if ya want to call it that), consists of movement. If I’m not in the pool busting countless laps, or on my single speed hurting my legs till I feel no pain, I’m walking, working and thinking. Constantly moving in my mind and body. And this movement has given me some sort of grasp on sanity. Without movement, I would falter, lay down on the ground and shove off this mortal coil.
So my question today is this: How important is movement to you? Be it athletics, jobs, school, social scenes, music, writing and the list goes on. I think time is both are friend and enemy. We have time to slow it all down and take that time to recover, to think, to understand. But in a flash that time has passed us by and we sit with the sand slipping through our grasp. So, movement becomes of vital importance to engage in time’s reality. But for me, it’s a constant battle. I want what I want. And I want it now! Daily, I think about our fragile lives. Mine, my friends, family and yours. I think about our flashes of existence and want to hold on with all I have. And grab what is floating above me to pull it close to my heart. I want it! However, I’m searching for a flow, like a perfect wave or perfect single-track. It’s hard. FOR SURE!!!!
I keep moving! Today the pool – tomorrow the pool-the next day, my bike,then the gym. My arms ache and I can hardly lower my self to a chair because my legs wither in pain. I keep moving. Is it the podium step that will stop me and time for a second or two. Or is it the post event bliss, knowing I did all that I could, want to share a Ninkasi with me joy. Sitting in the sun, bloody, dirty, exhausted and completely satisfied . Time and movement no longer exist. We train hard. But I will race harder.