The run…

I respect swimming. I like cycling. I LOVE running. Last fall, I injured my MCL from what I think was a combination of (i) slightly asymmetrical running mechanics, and (ii) a couple-millimetres-too-high saddle on my new CX bike. A few hard workouts and I was on the injured list. It’s been an agonizingly slow return to form, but over the last couple months my cycling has come around respectably, and just recently my knee has really started to come online for running as well. And man, I am grateful. To be sure, cycling is one of my favourite activities and I salivate at just the thought of my Maui cycling trips, but with running—I don’t know, it’s just that much more visceral, immanent. Shedding my bike in T2 is tantamount to that moment when Forrest breaks away from his splints—that Tito Puente song (popularized by Santana) “Oye Como Va” often pops into my head, which, in the context of the song, translates to “listen to how my rhythm goes”. A few years ago I won my AG at the Kelowna Apple, and I remember playing cat and mouse with a guy during the last 20k of the bike. He exited T2 a few seconds before me, and within a hundred yards I had drawn even with him. I was holding a 4:01/km pace, and after about 10 seconds he said, “You go, man.” It was one of the best moments I’ve had in a race, and I look forward to getting there again. #run #running #runyyc #whyirun #triathlon #cycling #fitness #athlete #instarunner #instarunners

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Rest day…

Our Maui cycling camp rest day involved Apple Crumb and Banana Cream Pies, OG sushi, and a wonderful photo shoot by Tracy Leboe.

The Speed Project 3.0

Since early Friday I’ve been following this race on Instagram with envy and awe. THE SPEED PROJECT 3.0 is a running relay from Santa Monica to Las Vegas. 20 relay teams set out early yesterday morning, with the finish line, the infamous Las Vegas sign, 340 miles of scorching asphalt and desert away.

Scott Carmichael, a former colleague of mine at my triathlon club in Calgary, found his dream job with Strava in San Francisco a couple years ago, and he’s one of six runners on Team Strava this weekend. As of this post they’re duking it out with one other team for second place, and within hours they’ll be hitting that sign and then hitting the town (or a pillow).

As far as bucket-list items involving giant RVs go, this beats Burning Man by a desert mile.