Yesterday marked my long ride ever, coming in at approximately 139 miles as a part of the Rapha Gentlemen’s Race. We headed out to the beach (Lincoln City) on Friday evening and stayed in a suite at the Inn at Spanish Head thanks to team president Jim who served as sugar daddy for the evening. [...]
Moving at the speed of life
This morning we set up in the marathon finisher village area, which coincidentally was also right near mile one on the course. I got to watch the runners come by today, which didn’t happen so much in Chicago since we were swamped giving out free stuff for our grassroots efforts there.
Nate and his mom ran the marathon, and they finished in just under four hours, which is great considering he’s coming off of a stress fracture and hasn’t run more than a half marathon in several months.
I also appreciate that when the marines do something, they go all out. Take for instance road closures. Where any other race would have put up fencing, cones, and barriers, the Marines used school buses, police cars, and armored FBI trucks to block roadways.
We had a successful day and a very successful weekend in general with new records for data capture, lots of ice baths, and good numbers all around. The finish area was packed today, but many of the people there were simply waiting for a metro train.
Almost everyone in this picture is waiting to get on the metro. The wait was likely for the better part of an hour (if not more) just to get down into the station. I’m glad we had a two block walk back to the hotel.
After wrapping up at the finish line area, Molly and I hopped a metro train (it wasn’t so packed at this point) to go see Perry and Megan and their new 1 month old, Parker. On the way, our conversation ended up, among other things, on the sense of time this job brings with it. I have done ten times more in the last four months than in any other four month period of my life, yet it’s flown by. I don’t know where the time has gone, yet event one or two events ago feel like they were months in the past. Overall, I think it’s a really good thing. While at the end of the tour it will feel like it was over very quickly, I’ve certainly been busy enough to not feel like half a year of my life has disappeared. Anything but, really.
Perry and Megan are doing well, and are surviving the chaotic schedule that comes with a newborn. We went for some Mexican for dinner and enjoyed catching up and sharing some laughs.
Speaking of nothing in particular, I figured an update was in store for anyone who is confused as to how I’ve been typing the letter J recently. Well, the key is gone, but the little rubber pad is now back in place and can still be pushed down to record a keystroke.
I wonder which key will go next.