Life On Two Wheels

Along the river and toward the mountains a morning shadow shimmers across the road. The rays of the first light jet through the trees and across a figure gliding upon the road. His breath trails in short spurts, petrified as it hits the icy air. All is quiet except the slight sound of the athlete as he summons himself for yet another days work. Soon the rest of the world will bustle with life as well and the brief simplicity of cyclist and nature will disappear into the everyday struggle of life in full motion; the errands and intervals, the appointments and intersections, and the deadlines and finish lines OutPaceTheRace

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Diplomacy

North Bend, WA
Sunday, November 25, 2007

The fact that Alaska Airlines flies from Denver to Seattle is not one to be taken lightly, for as of late the weather is, for lack of a better word, salubrious. Wholesome. Fresh…
It comes from the North and doesn’t stop for a biting moment to replenish itself in the scads of warmth along the way. I suppose the dubbing of Seattle as ‘The Gateway To Alaska' was symbolic in that the cold seems to meander its way on down the coast, stopping only in Seattle before it continues its respite to LA where it begins anew nice ‘n warm ‘n breezy. Or, maybe it just stops in Seattle and bides it’s time till the moment of exit commences… exit being back north… or… maybe it trails me as I flee.
At the moment training has begun, and the hours spent by me upon my stead have… proliferated. And will continue to proliferate until the ‘twinkling of an eye’ arrives. Sort of like when the stars align, of which, I’ve heard, can be seen the best from atop Mauna Kea. With time a zephyr will send me to a much more negotiable habitat. SKYROCK best describes the moment.

posted by Tom Peterson @ 11:21 PM