Clipping In (to the bike pedals) A Little History cont. #5



The next year I did Washington again, and Marsha was cheering for me as I came to that final pitch. I had to choke back the tears. It had been such an emotional and physical trial to get there. I walked up the final pitch again.


2018 was the last time I did the climb. Always slower than the year before. Always one of the last finishers. Never attempting that final pitch. I could have tried but I was so drained that falling was inevitable and why fall and break something.


Then I lost interest. We had to move. We were planning retirement, covid…


I am heavier now, and weight makes a difference going uphill. Certainly, my conditioning has not improved. But I remain steadfast in my view that God has blessed us with potential and I am not willing to say I have lost it. At 66 I will be one of the oldest Clydesdales.


Doing this calls for some realism. Have to lose weight. And quite a bit at that. The past few years have not been “slim ones” and if I am to make it I need get lighter than I was in previous efforts.


I can do more intervals in training. That is a kind of training which I avoided in the past. But it can help conditioning.


We lose strength as we age, so there should be strength training. I dislike strength training, so I avoided that in the past as well.


I reached out to find someone I can train with. That helps. Support and accountability can keep our hands to the plow.


These are all marginal gains. Small stuff in a sense. Maybe they add up.


There is a big gulf, however, between planning and fulfilling the plans. There is a difference between seeing the package sitting there, and opening it up. Every day God has a gift for us…. up to us to do the work.














Recent Posts

See All

Manage your fears. I think that that a good summary of the days prior to the Mt. Washington race. Manage your fears. I have been in the event in the past and my memories were washed clean. And I kn

This blog is not especially “active.” It is not from lack of interest in writing. Shortly after starting the blog, I started writing a daily column called “The Mindful Moment” for the local newspape

I suppose when you contemplate an old guy (me) trying to bike up a mountain that can be somewhat inspirational for some folks. That we are old does not mean we are not able. And I suppose that when