A few years ago I wrote a blog post about how to get starting cycling on PCH based on my own experiences after several years of training. Since then, a lot of people have found it very helpful so I thought now might be a good time to expand on some of my other thoughts and observations.
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Cycling on PCH – A Guide for Beginners
I’m writing this now because I remember years ago desperately searching the interwebs for some kind of written material that would provide more insight on this mysterious and half crazy phenomenon known as “cycling on the Pacific Coast Highway.” I found a couple of sites with good info, but nothing with the sort of detail I wanted. Putting this out there so that the SEO gods may guide it into the browser of whichever new lost soul is seeking answers.
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Up in Smoke – Ironman Lake Tahoe 2014
A lot of people were surprised to hear that I had signed up for the half Ironman at Lake Tahoe this year, and assumed that it was a last minute decision. I had actually signed up in April shortly after the 70.3 race was announced, but I didn’t tell anyone, save for a select inner circle of need to know personnel. I like to think that I kept it under wraps because I tend to be a fairly quiet and private person, preferring not to draw attention to myself. But the deeper truth is one that I’m ashamed to admit — I didn’t think I could do it.
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On Perseverance
When I was little and wanted to quit something, my mother would say, “There will be things you won’t want to do at West Point, but you’ll still have to do them.” Even though I ultimately chose not to follow in my father’s footsteps and attend the US Military Academy at West Point, the lesson was still learned—that life would present obstacles that, while unappealing, I would have to find ways to persevere through.
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Bike
Learning to ride a bike as a kid was a process. I don’t remember much of the process (or otherwise repressed most of it). All that remains are grainy film strip images of rising over hills and coasting down with occasional falls and scraped knees. Thank goodness my parents didn’t let me quit.
