I spent hours of my childhood outside, roaming the six acres of woods on our lot. I took my afternoons pretending to be Daniel Boone, a pint sized version of one of my favorite characters in history. As the CEO of RedZone Technologies, I found myself spending much of my time inside – inside cars, airports, and offices. Until one… Read more →
It’s easy to see only the rawness of the course, to be caught up in the sheer scale of the task he will soon endure. But as always in adventure there will be beauty in the trip that is guaranteed to make the pain worth it. The Atacama Desert is a world away from the Welsh background of Emrys Davies youth but in March 2013 he will join a throng of 150 competitors to race by day and assemble around a campfire by night. Then after 7 horribly blissful days, after all the preparation, the exhaustion, the pain, it will all over and he will have done it, he will cross a finish line manned with the flag of every competitors nation.
When asked about why he had decided to not practice rowing before setting out, Blyth responded in his typically straightforward fashion: “I had over 3000 miles to practice, so why would I bother before setting out?”
My vision started changing gradually and one would think it was just part of the aging process but by 2006, it would be diagnosed as a retina disease. I am fortunate to have found a retina specialist who is also a triathlete so, although I was advised to stop driving, I was never advised to stop triathlon. I continued to do my races in the age group division with some challenges but it was a trip to Hawaii 70.3 in 2010 when I finally found that my vision had changed to a point that I could not safely do a race without assistance.
It’s hard to explain exactly the appeal of spending 3 and a half months alone riding a bicycle through various types of tortuous terrain, and I’m not sure exactly why I decided to do it.
At the end we’re given a medal, a bottle of water and a kiss from Patrick, the organiser! Then it’s over.
Day 2 was hot. Very hot. The sort of hot you do not go out in. Of course it didn’t start out that way, first thing in the morning: then it’s really quite nice. A good holiday sort of temperature. A nice 20 minute walk and then a dip in the pool sort of heat. Except day 2 is 7 hour toil across scalding salt flats, with a lovely hour-long 25 degree hill to climb (ropes needed in places) at the hottest time of the day.