Duathlon Rembered
It's been over a week now since my Duathlon. Later that evening I set out my favorite coffee shop and had some notes to make. I remembered the fun I had talking to other newbies before the race; moments of wonder as I crossed the Mississippi River; the self-satisfaction at age 62 of crossing the finish line. The word I use to describe it was peaceful -- and inner peace.
I was actually surprised, though, when the next morning at work several people said to me that there was something they could see that was different that morning. I kind of laughed it off but they said, "No, really. You seem like you have serenity."
Looking back, I still have those same feelings. It actually amazes me that I did it and, even more amazing, I enjoyed it.
So, here's what I wrote about the Duathlon on the evening after:
Waiting, watching, walking
13 waves ahead of me-
people smiling, talking,
listening to their iPods.
Getting psyched.
Cheese, water, corn chips
replenish the body
but the soul knows
it has been challenged
and made it!
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