Not sure where
it came from. The title that is. It just popped into my head.
Been
missing writing my blog posts. Too much life expectancies getting in the way.
Some things take over. Mash up all the rest.
The big
weekend is coming up. The moments I’ve been training so hard for.
I’m ready.
Made the quota on the minimums. Grateful for my mama for reaching out to her
circles.
The legs
feel good. Here’s hoping the rancid chest cold leaves me before Friday.
There can
be a flop when you stretch yourself hard towards one goal. Questionable
intentions. Got me to wrangling three in one month.
Yes, June
is busy. The Victoria Goddess Half-Marathon run to start things off. Coming up to
the Enbridge Ride to Conquer Cancer, followed by the 140km Tour de Victoria.
As the DH’ers
in my life (Downhill Mountain Bikers) would say. I’m dialed!
Knowing
what all of this has done for me is the lift. Weight loss, fitness, focus. Time
for training. Then some more.
Tonight I’m
on the steel commuter rolling home. The smell is in the air. Trying to act like
spring. The drizzle softens the haze of the worshipped green all around.
Who would
of thought I’d of spent all this time outside come rain or come shine?
As the
droplets christen the sea the dimples of the moon or the sun warp the surface
as each oar rows me home.
My journey is peaceful. The sound of an oar-lock rocking to the catch of the water.
At least it’s
not cold like December. There were a lot of wet, long and cold training rides. Many damp and frosty runs.
The time was worth it.
Ready or
not, here we come!
The
forecast for the weekend is for rain. Warm temperatures filled with lots of spring rain.
No matter.
It will be a doe ditty dumb.
Whatever that means.
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