Here I am posting after however many days of already neglecting my new blog. Those who know me well, know that I am a champion of distraction, procrastination, and overall confusion. Those who don't know me well, will soon find out.

As the city of New Orleans sinks deeper under water, as the people there who have even survived wonder where they can go to stay dry, where they can get a drink of water, where they can go to the bathroom.... I am here in Western Maryland, not exactly high and dry, as we had driving wind and drizzle today, the fragments of spit left from Hurricane Katrina which has demolished the Gulf Coast. But I am concerned not with how to stay dry, or where I can get a drink, or where to go the bathroom, but with what hardly seems worth worrying about: how tomorrow I will resume training for my Ironman triathlon, after loafing for 3 days in the name of recovery after a 107-mile training bike-ride. Oh, yeah, and a 1.2-mile swim immediately before that, and about a 2-mile jog after... and then a 3+ hour drive home.

For posterity who may be coming in late on this.... at age 53 I have been a marathon-runner for 19 years, and a triathlete for about 4. This means you swim a given distance, get out of the water and onto a bike and ride a given distance, then get off the bike and run a given distance. Why? Because you can. Or to prove you can. Or to see if you can.

The current challenge I have set for myself is the ChesapeakeMan Ultra-Distance Triathlon on October 1, 2005. This is an "Ironman-Distance" triathlon consisting of a 2.4-mile swim immediately followed by a 112-mile bike immediately followed by a 26.2 run, which I will, quite possibly, mostly walk. But in the second half of the year I have spent being 53 years old, this is what I am up to. At least, I hope I'm up to it.

In the 8 days from Aug. 20-28, I swam a total of 5 miles, biked a total of 187 miles, and ran a total of about 18 miles. The bike miles consisted of 80 miles on the 20th, then a "rest" (at least from biking) during the week, and then the 107 on the 28th, an organized (more or less) Century Ride in Reston, Virginia. Swimming consisted of a 2.5-mile swim, a 1.3-mile swim, and the 1.2 before the Century. The running miles were divided into about a 16-mile training run, plus the 2 miles or so after the Century.

Many people who read this already know everything I have just written. But, if anyone 50 years from now has access to this writing, my athletic aspirations may well have passed into oblivion. I might be remembered as a singer, or a photographer, or a reader of bedtime stories, or a gypsy-come-lately who lived nowhereand everywhere with her husband in a travel trailer. But at this moment in my life I would most like to be remembered as an athlete.

This is enough blathering for one day. Hopefully tomorrow I'll write more. I need to record what I learned by my long ride, about how to do long rides. Then, if I forget, I can come back and read what I wrote.