Buffalo Springs is a race that I love, seriously. It's a race that I hate, it's hard. I love to hate it. The race, not the 70.3 race, but the Buffalo Springs Lake Triathlon directed by Mike and Marti Greer celebrated its 25th year this year. I have been racing for 25 years. I was trying to sort out, with help from Mike and his wall of race tees, the first year that I headed west to Lubbock. I think that it was about 1991 or 1992. Certainly in 1993 I raced the race after winning the Texas State Championship in Dallas a month earlier. It was an Olympic distance then. Anyway, I actually like Lubbock.
Anyway, the race happened. That's my report. Not bad, not good. Just kind of 'meh' for me. If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.
Prior to that, we were back in Flagstaff, AZ for about 3.5 weeks. That was 2 weeks after Ironman TX. Altitude, recovery. As Paulo said "We go to Flagstaff because it's hard." I could live there. Training there is challenging. But, it was good to be with the Triathlon Squad for a few weeks. I find myself the caboose on most of the runs with the guys. It's good to take a break not necessarily from 'Austin', but from the routine of home.
Routine is comforting. Habit is comforting. Getting out of the comfort zone and breaking habits is good. Sit in a different chair one day or sleep on the other side of the bed. Pick something hard.
Stay tuned, I've got a GrumpyMarsh blog to follow. Maybe. Let's beat a dead horse again.