Thursday, May 01, 2008
I'm almost ready to leave for the airport to travel back to Wildflower. Before I did, I downloaded this movie to my Ipod.
Bruce Brown made this movie in the late 1960s, about the same time I was born. He and his friends picked up their surf boards and followed summer around the globe. Somehow, it seemed perfect for a triathlon trip.
Don't we all fantasize about escaping the corporate vibe and grind of our middle-aged (or even mid 20s) day to day? As a 40 year old, don't I fantasize about recapturing the summer of my life, living it better, and trying to stay there forever? All this exercise and weight loss and vanity--aren't those part of the vain effort somehow?
And don't I want to go back to 2007, on a day in early May where this course made me feel older and feebler and more cautious than I should have? Don't I want to attack the course again like a surf kid at play--in search of the perfect wave?
You bet I do. The real summer has almost arrived. Here's to the quest for an endless summer.