Ten posts rolled into one, here's what I've been up to lately.
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What surprises me even more than how much not-training I'm doing is how much I'm enjoying it.
A jeopardized Ironman has lent a berry-picking analogy to my training. Maybe it can help someone else, too.
Staging a successful Ironman race simulation.
Thanks to rain and an impromptu training camp for coloring between the black lines of routine this week.
Whether it be a new week, a new month, or a new year, fresh starts are always at hand.
The end of the year tends to stop me in my tracks, bringing a kind of thoughtfulness I seldom practice.
Wherein I use a scientific study to justify not waking up at 5 am to train.
Starting a new training cycle feels like back-to-school time for adults. Nervous excitement. Unknowns. New outfits.
Do we choose artistic experiences based on how far they take us from ourselves, or how familiar they are?