how the light gets in
I wrote, five or six weeks ago at this point, about the cautious early work of rebuilding. The first time this, the first time that, the early steps back towards the chasing-watts-and-puppies life I am accustomed to living not to mention the monumental amount of selfies in a bike kit that show up on instagram as I blunder through the world. I went to Arizona - not this past weekend where holy crap some lucky athletes got to experience maybe the best weather in the history of ever - but the weekend of the 70.3. I signed up for the AZ 70.3/140.6 double a year ago, when I had enough faith in a body that I trusted to plunk down $900 towards a race schedule. I thought about racing the 70.3 but in the end, I wasn't ready. I've participated in enough races for one year, and I was not interested in standing on a line until I felt strong, healthy, and deeply fit. I'm still not. At that time, I was hopeful that I could build enough to take a chance at the full, and the two