Confederation 150 Relay

Except for a year and half of rugby in high school, I’ve always gravitated toward more-or-less individual sports—skateboarding, running, martial arts, and, in recent years, triathlon. My default sphere of comfort and control extends a couple feet away from my body. I have few close friends, I tend to think of myself as self-reliant, I’ve been called solitary, distant, intense (appellations over which I exercise a certain degree of romantic pride, though in reality it’s dysfunctional and likely the product of an emotional diet of Cap’n Crunch during my formative years).

And as I say, so it is with sports. I prefer to hold the controls. Even in triathlon, if I have a mis-shift on the bike, the fear it potentially signals something more sinister is about to happen often makes me think, ‘Fuck I can’t wait until I’m off this untrustworthy p.o.s. and in my running shoes.’ Smaller sphere of control, right? Continue reading “Confederation 150 Relay”

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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