Maybe this trying nature (which my husband might saying it is trying indeed!) is just another face of ADD, the offshoot of an abridged attention span, a shallow curiosity or restless, indecisive brain. Maybe this makes me an amateur, the proverbial "jack (jill??) of all trades, master (mistress?) of none." But I prefer to believe that it is a sign of an open mind, a curious disposition, an intrepid spirit, a daring soul. Maybe its opposite is not expertise, but pedantry, not seriousness of purpose but lack of imagination.
No, but seriously, I do admire those who have the passion and dedication to become outstanding knowers of their corner of the universe, masters in their discipline, virtuosos of in their field. I have spent half a life time wanting to be one of them, attempting to emulate their single-mindedness and perseverance. But I could never quite get there, at the place where I could claim that one single thing as my all-consuming passion. I always end up catching an unexpected view out of the corner of my eye, and my attention wanders.
So my latest trial, is this blog. Here I plan to retell, foretell and generally dissect the joys and despairs of life as a triathlete, and as a traveler of sorts, perennially unsettled and yet peculiarly tied to a routine of sorts. Because I do like my routine, my predictable schedule. It is what makes all the changes and shifts possible while preserving a stable horizon.
So, swim-bike-run it is, but to do it you still need a plan, maybe a coach, even a team. And who knows, maybe I might find myself on the way to a really long course ...
