I woke up to the mid season stomach grumbles. It was 2:30am and I wandered into the kitchen, looked into the fridge and poured a glass of milk. Into a pan and onto the stove. I like my milk warm.
The tempo evens out naturally. You’ve finally figured out the tune, and the verse seems to make sense. It sounds alright too. Is this a song? If it is, then what makes it a song? Could it be my song and would it be a song for anybody else?
It sounds like a song to me. It’s fun to play. I think it’s a song.
Me and a Tree
I am it, and it is me,
But what is there,
In the space between?
“It’s just space,” he thought. He focussed on the space, the gap, the in-between. It seemed to short circuit his mind. Thoughts came, but he could see them approaching from a mile away. As they passed by, even at their closest point, they were distant, something else, something other than him.
The other day I asked a good friend what he would like to see on the blog. His reply was, “Stevo, I would like to hear your thought process. What makes you tick. Honest and open.”
Right on. We’re taking it old school, just like the original blog used to be.
The story starts just like many triathlon stories, with a cup of coffee.
In the next series of posts I would like to introduce you to just a few of the athletes and friends I’ve had the pleasure of training with. There are so many people who have shared their time and wisdom, and in many ways the athletes I’ve trained with have been both coaches and mentors. Within any given training session there are always these little genius bombs dropped throughout a practice.
Neil doesn’t know this, but I walked around for 2 years with a sticky note in my future plans folderon which was written, “Neil Harvey - Swimming - (416) 595-3424.” (Or something like that).
I knew that if I was going to race triathlon I would need to learn how to swim, so one day I asked the swim coach at the U of G for his thoughts. He asked where I was from and gave me that sticky note.
It must be somehow appropriate that I’m enjoying a Blue Bridge Double Pale Ale as I’m writing this post.
PK was my coach for 2 years while I was at the National Triathlon Centre, but something tells me he’s been my coach for much longer than that. Who knows where that comes from? It just does.
Honestly, I’m kind of struggling with where to start on the PK story. The PK story . . . It’s more than swim, bike, run . . .
I think that it would probably take a few lifetimes for me to fully understand what PK is bringing to the table, so I’m just going to start by sharing a few stories.