Here I am in California, casting around for something new to write about.
I often joked, while working on and finishing a book about antidepressants and depression, that my next book would be about rainbows and unicorns—noteworthy spas—fine dining locations. Orgasms. Something fun.
I was standing somewhere in the house the other day when it occurred to me that sports is the one thing in my life I feel unequivocally good about.
I don’t mean that to sound maudlin or self-pitying. Life is complicated. Biking, running, and swimming are not.
The goal, for now, is to write about sports and have fun. I want to describe things. Things in the real world. For too long, writing felt like something that was taking me away from actual life. That’s not what I want. I want writing to make my experience of actual life more deliberate.
Here are some other things I want with this site:
• To stalk the S.F. Randonneurs
• To write about California, before the flood of NYC/California comparisons dries up
• To choose a cycling goal and keep track of my progress toward it
• To get better at having that impulse in the moment: I should write about that!, and then really doing it
This is my training blog, then, two ways.