Its now eight weeks since Kona. It seems a lifetime ago. Long enough to mostly forget how much it hurt. But I'm not about to even think about racing an Ironman distance race for quite a while yet. Having 'time' back to follow other interests is, well, priceless. Sure, I'm not over racing, in fact, I can now race more often, and this summer I'm going to hit as many sprint and olympic distance tris as I can. Racing a few weeks ago at one of these shorter races was FUN. Lots of short-term hurt, but easy to train for, and immediate feedback on effort.
I've not quite got back into as much flying as I would have liked, but that is because the weather has been especially crappy. I'm over Nor'Westers. It will get better soon, and when it does, I'll be back in the air with a vengeance.
Corrie and I did our first trail ride of the season yesterday, his first on his new 'adult' motorbike. His XR200 is a good step up for him, and he nailed the 25km of rough country in style, making it up a particularly tough climb that saw many adults falling off. We did three circuits, each taking approx one hour. That's Corrie in the picture.
So do I change the name of the blog, and keep posting adventures? I haven't decided, but I'm of a mind to keep recording the odd thought and expedition...
