Where no man has gone before

Step off the path of life,
and discover the forest.

James Kelly

I grew up in a small town north of Toronto. Looking back those days play out like something out of a movie. Our home stood on an acre of land on the outskirts of town. There was a river that ran through the back yard big enough to float rafts made of pine trees cut from the miles of forest that started up right where our lawn left off. Summer days were spent building these rafts, fishing, camping or just exploring all the things that miles of untouched forest could hide.
Winter brought the ice and neverending games of hockey, and chasing rabbits through chest deep snow in the woods. There always seemed to be an adventure either real or imaginary just outside the back door.

Triathlon is a lot like that for me. It brings with it a real sense of adventure. Every training ride in the mountains, every run in the river valley and every open water swim brings back that old sense of youthful freedom and discovery.
Every race holds just enough sense of the unknown to make it an excellent way to stray from the path, to boldly go and to triumphantly return. Another story to share with friends over a couple of brewskies.

You can stay on the path if you like. It will most likely take you safely to you're journey's end.For myself, I'd rather get a few burrs caught in my coat.