FitOldDog Is On The Road Again To The Lake Placid Ironman 2013 (#7) With Two Nice Little Scalp Divots

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FitOldDog is off to the 2013 Lake Placid Ironman, cooking out of the truck along the way - great fun!

FitOldDog is off to the 2013 Lake Placid Ironman, cooking out of the truck along the way – great fun! Hell! Do I look 70 years old. Sure don’t feel it (most of the time). Photo by Tim

Traditions can be a good thing as long as they truly are good traditions and not unhealthy, unquestioned habits.

Well! I’m off on my summer Lake Placid Ironman trip, which provides an annual 2-week training vacation. I take 5 days to drive there from my little blue office in Carrboro, NC, USA, using the old Chevy truck (odometer now at 325,000 miles) and cooking tasty food along the way. I never seem to feel quite ready for the race, but I do it anyway. This trip has become a family tradition. Sometimes I question the wisdom of such a long race at my age, and then I think, “Hell! I’m not dead yet!”

Fountain Motel 2013I stopped at The Fountain Motel again at about 100 miles into the 850-mile drive to northern New York State. I take it easy along the way, doing  taper workouts where and when I can, cooking local farm food on the trusty old Colman stove, reading and writing books, blogging, and generally chilling out. The family will follow me up there in about a week, but my trip up is all about race preparation, combined with contemplation on the meaning of life. I really like these little motels. While cleaning my teeth in the tiny bathroom I noticed two divots in my head. Talk about the meaning of life. One took a few seconds to create and the other somewhere between 30 and 50 years.

Two divots in FitOldDog's headThe divot near the center of my forehead was nicely sculpted during a swim yesterday. I like to climb out of the pool by swimming strongly towards the wall, using my momentum to pull out of the water, as I just grab the edge and up I go. This time my new Swedish Goggles (the best) were leaking, so at the far end of the pool, where the diving stands for races are located, up I went to rest my arms on the side and fix the leak. Instead, I slammed into the board (forgot it was there!), and thus the more central hole in my head.

The other head divot was more long in the making. A trip to the dermatologist revealed a precancerous lesion (the joys of aging), which was frozen off by the kind Dr. Thompson, also a runner, (thank you!) leaving this small lesion (better than having your whole head eaten away by a squamous cell carcinoma; this reminds me that I still miss my lovely cat, Alobar!)

Moral of the two divots: use plenty of sunscreen and watch where you’re going in the pool.

OK! On the road again. Love that song!

-k @FitOldDog


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Disclaimer: As a veterinarian, I do not provide medical advice for human animals. If you undertake or modify an exercise program, consult your medical advisors before doing so. Undertaking activities pursued by the author does not mean that he endorses your undertaking such activities, which is clearly your decision and responsibility. Be careful and sensible, please.