For even young people tire and drop out,
young folk in their prime stumble and fall.
But those who wait upon God get fresh strength.
They spread their wings and soar like eagles,
They run and don’t get tired,
they walk and don’t lag behind.
As you’ve probably inferred from the pictures, earlier this week I cut off a significant portion of my hair. Not all of it; I think I would’ve gone into short hair shock if I’d bobbed it. Even so, my head feels lightweight now with the loss of 12″ of hair (I wonder how much it weighed?). I’m loving the new cut, and I have to give props to Woodroe Parker for giving me the best short hair cut I’ve had in years.
Speaking of lightweight things, Dad got a new bike (S-Works Tarmac) on Ebay. With it came a set of very, very nice Mavic R-Sys wheels that Dad didn’t need, since he already has a nice set of wheels. I took the R-Sys wheels out for a spin on Thursday, hoping to come to some kind of accommodation with Dad that would let me keep them. Boy were the sweet wheels. So light, so responsive, and they even looked hot on my bike… But before I rhapsodize too much, let me just say that the rear wheel had an irreparable defect that made it unsafe to ride. Less than 24 hours after I put those sweet wheels on my bike, I had to take them right back off. It made me very, very sad to do so, but safety is paramount.
In other news, I’ve taken it easy all week and am eagerly/anxiously anticipating this Memorial Day’s 7 Hills of Kirkland 100-mile ride. It will be the first century I’ve ridden in a couple years, and also the hardest century I’ve done since the King’s Tour of the Quabbin (post-ride report here). Dan, who knows about these things, says I’m as ready for the 7 Hills; plus, this is really just training for RAMROD. I still feel apprehensive for some reason. I’m sure that knowing it’ll be very hard and painful doesn’t have anything to do with it.
And, let’s see, here are some other tidbits on my brain lately. I finished my last scheduled PT appointment today and have 5 remaining insurance-covered visits for the year. Visits sans insurance are out of the question, as that’d cost at least $175 per visit (!!!!!!!!1). I am pretty sure that no legal experience is worth $175 for 50 minutes. In any case, I’m saving those remaining visits for the rest of the year, and that means my happy back days are over for now. Which makes me sad. I’ll continue doing all the exercises and stretches and stuff, but boy, did my back feel good getting therapeutic massage every two weeks. Oh well.
To celebrate this thunderstormy Friday, Dad and I went for a brisk 7.75-mile hike to Poo Poo Point on Tiger Mountain. It poured on us. Then it sunned. Then it poured, drizzled, dripped, poured, dumped, spat, and eventually sunned again. Here’s the view from the point.
We both agreed that any view on a day like this was exceptional, and this view actually had quite gorgeous elements. We took a couple pictures, ate some food, and began a brisk descent. It was cold and windy up there, the latter explaining why on nicer days people voluntarily hurl themselves off the edge with nothing but some very tenuous fabric, cables, and straps keeping them aloft. Not the metaphysical why, but the physics of it, anyway.
I guess that’s all for now. I expect to sleep soundly tonight, wake up sore from today’s hike, and have a wet ride around Mercer Island with Dad tomorrow morning. Life is good.