12 hours later.
i slept for 9 hours...need i say more?
i must have watched too many Rocky movies growing up because now i want to follow up last night's rock bottom pit of pseudo free associative negative self talk with a montage.
"Eye of the Tiger" is playing in my head right now as i write this.
click below and then read to get the full almost montage effect:
i have rallied. i believe. i am mobile.
if i was more techno-savy and i didn't work, you would have your montage. lord knows that anyone who actually read yesterday's blog deserves one.
but instead, here is what the montage would be; sort of like a movie script:
sunrise, penticton, mountains, arid warm air, me training, runnig stong on gravel in summer
emerging from lake okanagan looking like a radiant G-d.
dave scott; just him, being dave scott.
the pool. no-one is coughing or sick the water is till at 6 am and warm and nice
the richter pass in b.c. i am on top of the mountain. i put out 240 watts avgerage. i feel like a speed demon, i am cruising down the mountain like schlek, like contador...
doing push ups
crunches
julie moss crawling across the finish line in hawaii.
changing a diaper and laughing.
the baby cheering me on as i ride on the trainer, admiration in her eyes.
my wife cheering me on as i run on the treadmill.
my wife meeting me on the porch after a 7 hour brick with a fresh lemonade. she is smiling.
me, running 3:45's in the taylor creek trail. floating on my racing flats. no pain. perfect minimalist running form!
dave scott.
rick and dick hoyt out on the queen k
normann stadler.
macca.
no, this one:
yes, i like that one, macca running with his daughter...i can't wait.
my heroes, juxtaposed with images of me training so i can be like them
me, my wife, my baby. all smiling at the finish line.
my, my wife, my baby, all smiling as i sip my lemonade on the porch after a 7 hour brick.
ok, make that a protein shake with extra glutamine.
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