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Weekly Wanderings Just North of Bertram.

This is an actual post from my friend, Pete's blog. He's a long distance runner and triathlete. We used to work together as creative writers for the in-house advertising agency at Parson's Technology, a computer software company in Marion, Iowa. Founder and former owner, Bob Parsons, now runs GoDaddy.com, a leader in the domain name industry, where Pete's currently working in Iowa.

Anyway, Pete tracks his workouts via his blog - and often posts pictures he takes while on these workouts. Take my word for it - Pete's photography is exceptional - and he's using a worn, beaten, taped up digital camera. Some of the best scenic shots I've seen. And yes...I am jealous. Check out Pete's photos at Tatterdemalion:

http://teamfun.blogspot.com/

The following post was dated August 26, 2007. I was struck by its poignance. I hope you will be as well:

Photo: Recovery ride, 7:00 a.m., 65 degrees, Linn County, Iowa
Weekly activity log:
Swim: 5,300 yds (ytd 232,800 yds.)
Bike: 87 miles (ytd 3,660 mi.)
Run: 24 miles (ytd 947 mi.)

Whether training for Ironman or cycling for fitness, I have a favorite ride. It’s not a workout of epic proportion – just 35 miles in length – but it gets me away from town on quiet, smooth back roads where, depending on the season, I can smell the tall corn, pedal through snowfall or see the shadows of red-wing blackbirds swooping toward my helmet. The terrain is challenging, though hardly impossible, while the landscape is spectacular in a Field-of-Dreams sort of way.

At the route’s furthest point sits a quaint Iowa farm…white house, red barn, small creek, big trees and a tall, pristine church steeple in the distance…in a word, idyllic. It’s easy to see why someone would want to live there. Real-world problems are far beyond the last tassel of corn and news from the outside world comes only when the television is turned on, which isn’t often. As long as there is sunshine and occasional rain, the crops continue to grow and day turns into night into another day.

Inside that farmhouse lives a husband, a wife and two sons. More often than not when I pass, one of them is tending to a garden, herding goats or breaking a sweat over work I can’t begin to imagine. While I spend most days at a computer keyboard, they spend theirs getting the richest black soil beneath their fingernails. They’re always happy to wave, knowing that the little slice of paradise is theirs to keep, all day, every day, while I simply pass through for a minute or two.

As I began my taper for a trip to Lake Placid, New York and Ironman USA, I heard through our small-town grapevine that the father on that farmstead, a rock of a man, was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and given a very dire prognosis. Riding by that house I realized that soon his wife might have no husband and his children no father. By the time I returned from New York, there could be one less smile and one less wave from beyond the barbed-wire fence.

His wife recently said, “I am allowing myself two days of pouting and sulking and then I will suck it up and get on with it. ”My God, Ironman is tough, but that mother is a thousand times tougher. Ironman runs the gamut of emotions, but that family of four, along with all their friends and relatives are feeling so many more. Ironman leaves me asking many things, but life asks us much bigger questions with far more complicated answers.

I find true inspiration in and around me every time I compete in Ironman. Yes, we’re all doing something tough, incredible and inspiring. But inspiration, tears, incredible joy and sadness are found in so many other places, including a quaint little farm on my favorite cycling loop near Lafayette, Iowa.

(Postscript: On July 22, I finished Ironman USA… as the farmer prepared for a round of chemotherapy and continued his own much more difficult fight.)