Summer 2010, I hardly knew ye. In fact, I think the span of our relationship lasted all of one week, this past one. You were like the friends I had in 6th Grade, the Bortz twins. In my neighborhood for what seemed like a week, then gone. Just like that. No explanation. Where did they go?
Judging by tonight's "early" sunset just shy of 7:30 p.m. and the slight chill that accompanied it, summer is definitely over. (Yes, I sound like a spoiled Southern Californian. Deal with it!) Did we even get a summer this year? Not since college had I spent this much time outdoors in the sun. And I simply don't recall very many days where the heat was stifling. It felt like we've had one season all year, spring.
As I rode with my new LA Tri Club buddy Jon during our Griffith Park brick workout, I was thinking about this summer. I was watching it end before my eyes, with dark gray skies creating an ominous atmosphere and perhaps nurturing a more reflective workout mood.
What would I remember about this summer?
Hours after that first thought occupied my mind, I'm still having trouble with that question. And maybe this has nothing to do with the weather. Maybe this is just about being tired and ready for bed. After all, I did swim 2,600 yards this morning (300 easy, 5 x 200 drills with fins 5 x 200 split between catchup and swim without fins and a final 3 x 100 split between kicks and swimming), bike 20 and run four at tempo or race-pace this evening. And I worked a full day in between, forgoing lunch to get more done.
OK, those last two sentences were fluff, allowing me to procrastinate more.
What will I remember about this summer?
Honestly, it's all a blur. Every weekend seems to have been spent training or racing. Vineman, both my race and Rusty's, will certainly rank as a major summer highlight. The Breath of Life triathlon triumph and agony of losing my spot at Nationals will stay with me for a long time as well. Beyond that, things get muddier. I spent a lot of time in the saddle, alone or with friends. I'm a much better triathlete in September as I was in June. There's no doubt about that.
But how much time did I spend goofing around with friends? How much time did I spend with Steph just enjoying the weekend at our own pace? Was it enough? I know we had a LOT of good times this summer and I can rattle off a bunch of those special moments spent at concerts, weddings, family outings, nice dinners, and sports events. But many of those special moments were built around training schedules.
Maybe I just need a little more time to step back and assess the summer. All the great times, both singular and taken as a whole. Maybe I'm just bummed that the summer is over so quick. It caught me off guard. I had summer firmly in my grasp, and yet somehow it feels like it slipped right through my fingers. What happened?
Sad to see you go, Summer 2010.
72 days and counting.