Sometimes I go all in. Caution to the wind. Blind, intrepid, hungry. And other times I tiptoe into a glacier-fed lake in Banff National Park and question whether frozen feet are worth being a tiny bit closer to those mountains.
Photo by: http://austinphotography.org/
See that wooden diving board in the lower right? The other end is wedged under a rock. The boys who showed it to me said it’s been there for thirty years.
Ha, I laughed out loud. You haven’t even been alive that long.
Yeah, they said, that’s old.
Yeah, I agreed, it sure is. Now here, take my camera. I’m about to jump.
Herbert Lake, Banff National Park, Canada
Even an elk this big is hard to spot from a vehicle traveling at 60mph. And snapping a clear picture at that speed? Forget it. So instead, I’ve been cruising the huge-shouldered, newly paved highway through Jasper National Park on the seat of my bike. I’ve seen a black bear, elk, bighorn sheep, and deer. Just a few more reasons #whyiride.
No filter, so it’s either a ridiculously gaudy painting, or an incomprehensibly beautiful place.
Lake Moraine, Banff National Park, Canada
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The expiration date on these gels came and went in 2014. I thought the same could be said for my triathlon PRs. But then yesterday, with these expired gels in my belly, I attained a new half ironman personal best.
I raced a triathlon this past weekend. In the PRO field. I came out of the water last. I never caught up to a single other PRO, short of the one who dropped out. Eight amateurs beat me. And I knew it would all shake out like this before I stepped to the starting line. But I raced anyway. Because after a year off, a year of having only enough energy to stay afloat in #grief, I missed that place in my mind that I can only reach on a race course.
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