August 1st…
Probably not the most engaging, grab your attention title, but it is what today is….August 1st. I’m doing some gallery work today and found some time to write which is nice is this cool quiet space. I took some paintings to a clients house this morning in the hopes of them being purchased. I was standing there in their home trying to give an opinion on these works and not get caught up in the view out their massive living room window. It seemed to perfectly frame the ski resort sitting on the mountainside a hop, skip, and a jump from where we were standing. I wondered how often they just sat there enjoying the view. I also wondered what it might look like in the dead of winter blanketed in white.
Prior to meeting with my clients I had to go scout a trail for a hike I am guiding on Monday. There were several folks on the trail and a couple looked lost at a fork in the trail and I tried to steer them in the proper direction. It feels good to help when I can so I make a habit of it when I can. In the moments of quiet while I was running I started thinking about at an interview I was asked some question, I can’t even remember exactly what it was but my answer had to do with the fact that being in the art world and being in the guiding world isn’t so serparate for me. A lot of art is derived from nature and vica versa I believe a of nature is art. Seems to be a very obvious pairing of interests. I really wasn’t attempting to be profound or impressive in that moment just seemed matter of fact to me.
As far as training has gone this week, I look back and I wasn’t miserable other than the 5hrs in the saddle. Needless to say I immediately ordered a new one. I think I have given this one a good college try over the last few months riding as much as I have and it hasn’t gotten better. So far my attempt at being frugal in this IRONMAN journey has proven to be pointless. I fought switching out my shoes and surrendered to the fact I needed to heed the advice of a lower heel to toe drop. Surprise going from 10 and 12mm to 4 or 5mm made all the difference and no more patellar pain. It’s an expensive hobby this triathlon thang. I knew that from years ago and thought I could get away with using things I had before or doing things the same way. I’ve softened my outlook and have tried to let go of my stubborn nature. I have a coach which has been a HUGE plus. Seven more weeks until Maryland.
