Taking it easy has never been easy. I tried and failed a bit at that this past week. It was supposed to be a much lighter week for a bit of recovery before more ramping up. But, after 3-4 days of that, I wanted to turn all the horses loose. My son and I did a bike ride together on his birthday. It was supposed to be a recovery ride. It was and wasn't one. There were times it all got loose and I had to rein myself in. I told my son that restraint is difficult sometimes, but necessary. Such is life. There is a time for everything under the sun. Surely after years of this philosophical bike riding with me, he wouldn't want to ride with me much anymore. He is a glutton for punishment, I guess.
Win or lose at this Ironman business, I am enjoying this journey; like when I was riding with my son, feeling great on a downhill, standing up, not pedaling, the wind pouring across my body. I thought, no, there is no place on earth I would rather be; no other person I would rather be. I am a child of God on an arduous yet beautiful journey.
(Age 75, Eating Plant-Based (no animal, no eggs, no dairy) for over 3 years now)
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