wellness and aging
Whoa, so it's time to start. So few days and such a large universe.
Where to begin.
I guess the best place for me, at least, is back with my 55th birthday, celebrated alone in rural Virginia. I rolled out of bed, ate pancakes, and drive into Leesburg to buy a mountain bike. And so starts the tale.
Or, I could start by backing up a few month, maybe a year, to bending over to pick up that fifty pound sack of dog food from a Giant Supermarket cart and throwing it into the back of my little Toyota pickup. Damned, I noticed; that seemed HEAVY!
That's not RIGHT! Oh, my God; I'm aging.
Now is a funny way to start a major life change, or what?
So now it's eight years later; my weight is 151 rather than 190, my resting heart rate is 45 rather than 80, my total cholesterol is 123 instead of 270. And I feel great.
My current goal is to finish a 100 mile mountain bike race, the Leadville Trail 100, in less than ten hours.
Oh, and the LT100 as it's called is almost all above 10,000 feet, low point 9200 feet and high point 12,600 feet. Last year, my first time attempting it, I finished it in 10 hours, 56 minutes. I got second place for men over 60. A guy from Michigan came in first, a rider from California was third, and a fellow from Iowa was fourth in our class. I hope to meet them all again, for this year's race, come August. I've been training hard all year; I know they have too, and regardless of the 2005 race outcome I know that we will all have one heck of a day, as will the 600 other riders from all across the U.S. and a scattering of other countries. We will all be alive and the pain, sweat and comradery of mountain bike silliness will make winners of us all, each and every one.