Today in the park the old men were playing table tennis. The people walk their dogs in the evening, everyone arm in arm. The dogs all stop to sniff each other but the people walk on by without smiling.
Everyone suffers from something. My friend Paula suffers from cold feet. Lately, I suffer from bad dreams. [...]
Besieged by the interminable rain.
Tennis
Olympic Team Trials begins Friday, April 25th. Today is my last day off before the race. I rode my bike to the center in the morning but resisted getting on the water. Instead I sat on the bank and watched the training and then rode home again. In the afternoon I played tennis with Aga. [...]
Springtime?
Today was the desperate last stand of winter. I walked to the river in the early morning. The wind was in my face as I paddled upstream, and my hands were cold, but it was clear that the weather would be unable to hold out for much longer. The bleak sky was somehow not fully [...]
Happy Birthday Bug
Bug Lokken turned 14 on the 25th. We baked a cake and played put-put golf. Put-put was great, though I think I played enough to last me through the next 3 or 4 years. Also, in a note for the future, pink is not a color that cake should be. That said, it was [...]
A new boat for the new season.
It’s Tuesday morning, my day off, and I have spent it outfitting my new boat. My brand new Toro was crushed on the way home from winter training in Australia, but Charley at United in Charlotte really stepped up and promised that United would buy me a new one. It didn’t come in time for [...]
Feeling good as new
Thank you to Rebbekah, Greg and Sandy (Carolina’s Rehabilitation), you guys are great. My back is feeling much better and I am looking forward to the race this weekend.
It’s still winter
Thursday. Cold is a sensation it is impossible to remember when you are warm. Like sadness. It is not possible to remember what it is like to be sad when you are happy, nor am I capable of [...]
Monday
I picked up my dog today, so now I have someone to run with again. She was happy to see me, nibbled my ears a little. I dreamt Billie Sweetheart up one day, sleeping in the woods [...]
