You know you haven't blogged in a while when you forget the password to your own site! (But I did write a piece recently for my buddy Jim Gourley's blog. You can check it out here!) First off, I expect nobody to read this. I don't blame anyone for that but myself. I took people on a journey -- one that I'm very proud of after re-reading my entries from more than a year ago -- and then I abandoned whatever audience I had accumulated. I needed a break, plain and simple. I needed more free time. Time with my now-wife. Time with friends and family I had also abandoned at times in pursuit of my own Ironman quest.
What I gained in time over the past couple months, I had lost in fitness. After my honeymoon, I got back to working out but with nearly 10 pounds extra on my frame. Those close to me told me I needed the excess weight. I had never looked better, they said.
How frustrating! Physically, I had never felt worse. What a conundrum. I spend all this time training and racing and on some level, part of it is because I want to be proud of my physique. Yet when I'm in peak condition all I hear about is how gaunt I look. Then, I go travel for two weeks, drink a lot of wine and eat pounds of red meat and all I hear is how great I look.
I wonder why that is. Is it because I genuinely look like a refugee, with the lines of my ribs showing and my face becoming sharply angular? Or is it because people take comfort when you look closer to how they look -- and they're not in shape. For example, when I hang out with my triathlete friends, they never say I look "bad." In fact, what my friends and family think of as gaunt, my tri-friends would call "lean."
Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder.
PS: I have a lot more to write about. I wasn't even planning to write about this topic when I opened up my blog. But it's a start. I'm rusty. If you read this far and had been a fan in the past of my blog, please accept my apology for going AWOL. I can't promise it won't happen again, but I can promise to offer what I hope is insightful commentary on life as a triathlete/career man/husband/family guy. I won't be writing every day, but I'll try to be more consistent than this summer's massive drop-off.