I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk alone
- Green Day, “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”
That’s not necessarily true but at times, when I’m training for events, it feels that way. I s’pose it all goes back to June 25, 2005 – the day before Ironman Coeur d’Alene. I was walking my bike to it’s rack spot and that song was playing, so to this day I relate that song to training for endurance events. I always have a plan but I don’t really know where it will take me.
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I’m the only one and I walk alone
Thankfully, I’m not the only one training for the Savageman Half Iron Triathlon. I’m lucky to have friends who enjoy this stuff too. On Saturday, August 29, myself and two others woke early to ride. I mapped out a hilly 50+ mile route, tackling all the good hills in Ellicott City – Hilltop, Westchester Ave in Oella, Ilchester. It was a great ride, until about mile 47 when I flatted. Tube changed in record-setting time (for me) and I was off for the final climb and then the 8 or so remaining miles to get home.
I’m walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
The next day, I ran with my friend Chip. He’s training for IM Florida and wanted to run 16 miles. Me? I volunteered to accompany him for 10. I was feeling good so I did 12.
A few days later, I recruited a fellow football-parent to ride with me during practice. We hit the same wonderful hills in and around Ellicott City.
One week closer to the race and the training is going well. Hmmm, too well?
Read between the lines
What’s f’ed up and everything’s alright
Check my vital signs
To know I’m still alive and I walk alone
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