Ulysses Alfred Lord Tennyson It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy’d Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour’d of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience [Read Full Post]
Racing Towards Inclusion by David Tereshchuk Article as it appeared in Team Hoyt’s website courtesy of multi’merica.com Dick and Rick Hoyt are a father-and-son team from Massachusetts who together compete just about continuously in marathon races. And if they’re not in a marathon they are in a triathlon — that daunting, almost superhuman, combination of 26.2 miles of running, 112 miles of bicycling, and 2.4 miles of swimming. Together they have climbed mountains, and once trekked 3,735 miles across America. It’s a remarkable record of exertion — all the more so when you consider that Rick can’t walk or talk. For the past twenty five years or more Dick, who is 65, has pushed and pulled his son across the country and over hundreds of finish lines. When Dick runs, Rick is in a wheelchair that Dick is pushing. When Dick cycles, Rick is in the seat-pod from his wheelchair, [Read Full Post]
Sports Illustrated. May 14, 1979 To earn that title, Tom Warren victoriously swam 2.4 miles through rough seas, bicycled 112 miles and all ran a marathon, all in a single day of agony Barry McDermott He was taking the gale head-on now, but at least I the stinging rain had stopped and his mind was still working. Keep concentrating, Tom Warren told himself. Still 20 miles to go, most of it into that awful wind, the same gale he had been fighting for 120 miles and almost nine hours. The bass drum in his leg was getting louder, and his head flopped sideways. Up ahead stood a man and his wife, paunchy, middle-aged Hawaiian tourists, watching a spectacle outside their ken. Past the astonished couple the runner stumbled, shirtless, eyes down, concentrating to avoid delusion and shock. Finally the tourist could be quiet no longer. "Go, Iron Man!" he shouted. [Read Full Post]
Reading blogs from other people who train and/or do endurance sports has always been refreshing to me. It rekindles motivation and it takes me out of my funk that has nothing to do with events or running/biking/swimming. http://www.fuelyourpassiononline.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-biggest-challenge.html http://elizabethfedofsky.blogspot.com/2009/06/confessional.html http://elizabethfedofsky.blogspot.com/2009/06/girls-rule.html Reminded me again that we all face challenges but that the important thing is to meet them head-on and not to back away from them. Stresses from other areas of life are bleeding into training and I can’t really afford that, at least not this week with 2 weeks left before the race and 1 week, and 7 to 10 days of actual training time. The third link actually was the most important one. I have to constantly remind myself why am I doing this. Why did I agree to train and work my ass of the way I have? The first one was a challenge coming from a friend, [Read Full Post]
Originally posted 06/01/2009 at http://elizabethfedofsky.blogspot.com/2009/06/girls-rule.html by Elizabeth Waterstraat Carlos’ Note: I am mot definitely not a girl but this post challenged me like few things have recently. The challenge is not just to finish what you start but to continue challenging yourself and to never stop. Last Thursday, I headed out to St. Charles for the group ride. All week I was waiting for this ride. To me there is nothing more exciting than the level of hurt you can put upon yourself in a group ride. Perhaps it is because I married a cyclist. Perhaps it is too much Ragbrai in my veins. But there is nothing like gritting your teeth, burning in your quads and pushing so hard your neck explodes in that sweaty nervous sweat on a group ride. We arrived at Leroy Oakes and rode easy over to Fairway. Cyclists congregate at this corner to meet [Read Full Post]
