While fast and furious on my feet I may be, I have no real athletic skills. Yet that hasn't stopped me from trying to find that niche sport that I'm going to make my millions doing.
The normal ones: tennis, golf, basketball, softball, swimming, soccer, figure skating, squash, volleyball, racquetball. The outdoorsy ones: kayaking, water skiing, snow skiing, surfing. The more recreational ones: billiards, darts, wiffle ball, bocce ball, badminton, table tennis, bowling, cornhole, broomball, horseshoes.
While I thoroughly enjoy my time on the ice rink, in a kayak, and at the dart board, my skill level in all of the above activities is mediocre to poor. Yet I'm still on a mission to find my hidden athletic talent. Next on my list: falconry, jai alai, and car racing.
Tangential to this lifelong quest, I have recently found the perfect companion to my running: bicycling. I have always somewhat enjoyed biking as a means of transportation or a fun recreational activity, but I never thought of it as a fitness opportunity. Until now. I got a new bike about six weeks ago, and it is a dream. It's lightweight, smooth, fast, and even has that new-bike smell. Living one minute from the longest bike trail in Memphis affords me the opportunity to ride often.
And I love it.
Today I participated in my first duathlon. While a complete success it was not (see: bike wreck, mi 6), I had fun and really enjoyed the atmosphere of the race. So Lance, don't get too comfortable in your yellow jersey. I'm coming for you.