as many know, i tend to be a bit of a nomad in the softest sense of the word and these days have been no exception to that rule. i am back in salt lake and i can't imagine not being this close to the mountains. just driving back up here several months ago i was overcome with dare i say, happiness?
as for training, that too went on a bit of a hiatus, much like my blogging but i am pleased to say i am back at it. a different challenge this time, as i've finally accepted that the road bike and i don't get a long for periods much longer than an hour. so i took to the trails and found my soul.
now road running, biking anything seems a distance past, much like the sport of triathlon, at least in the typical sense. i registered myself for a 50 miler in september in the mountains. elevation and a lot of climbing, this will not be easy. my 'racing' if that is what we are calling it has turned from 'for everyone else' and back to me. i used to wonder how i spent that many hours on the bike, in the pool, on the road thinking and contemplating my next move, digging from the anger within. i don't think the anger is gone. it has just dissipated or taken on a new role. when i'm running in the mountains its almost like it never existed, that rock finally being lifted.
don't get me wrong there are many other 'rocks' in the way but i've learned to accept them as added weight instead of trying to push them up the mountain alone.
so the journey continues, in utah, in the mountains and most importantly, with myself.
