For those in the know, my little dream of returning to the Boston Marathon came to a stumbling halt at mile 18 of today's marathon, courtesy of a fragile knee that got a bit fragile-er. Before we fire up the pity wagon, however, I should also mention a young woman I shuffled up alongside at mile 24, in tears after deciding to quit. With TWO MILES to go. We had a brief conversation, she dried her tears, put back on her number and we stumbled to the finish together. Boston can wait. Time to get healthy.
The Wall Street Journal recently ran a story 'Rise of the five-figure bicycle.' The story led with mention of a Ted Perry, who dipped into his 401(k) to buy a $20,000 bicycle. Perry said, "Once you buy it and ride it, it becomes an extension of you, almost." I'd argue that with my three-figure bike and its one gear, no shifting, no coasting and no nonsense, there's also no 'almost.' It's cycling at its most pure. And it leaves me plenty left over for post-ride ice cream, without dipping into retirement. Silly Wall Street Journal. Silly Ted Perry.
Photo: 20-mile run, 6:30 a.m., 40 degrees, Linn County, Iowa Weekly activity log: Swim: 0 (ytd 137,200 yds.) Bike: 0 (ytd 2,485 mi.) Run: 49 miles (ytd 1,056 mi.) …they say it's not worth getting up at dawn to run 20.