Lifting, Sleep!

I did a quick upper body circuit at the INRIA gym, then headed home planning to do a short, intense run. Instead I fell asleep for approximately 9 hours. The reason? I've been reading like crazy. I've already plowed through all my copies of The Atlantic, 1776, and about half of Collapse. But two nights ago I was up late tearing through this (grabbed during our visit to Ann Arbor from my step-dad's pile of throw-away books before their big move to Boulder):

At the age of 37, bestselling author and journalist Bill McKibben stepped out of the ordinary routine of his life to spend a year in "real training" as a cross-country skier. With the help of a trainer-slash-guru, McKibben took on a regimen equivalent to that of an Olympic endurance athlete's, running and skiing for hours every day in preparation for a series of grueling long-distance ski races. What prompted this successful writer with an admitted aversion to competitive sports to push himself so hard, for so long? Partly it was pure selfishness; after a decade as an environmental writer and activist, I needed a break from failing to save the world. But mostly it was curiosity that drove me. By year's end I hoped I'd have more sense of what life lived through the body felt like.
If Long Distance begins as a story about the transformation of the body and what it means to challenge one's physical limits, it evolves into a thoughtful lesson about a wholly different kind of endurance. Halfway through McKibben's training, his father was diagnosed with the most virulent form of brain cancer. As McKibben was reaching peak condition, his father's life lurched toward an end, forcing McKibben to snap out of his self-inflicted self-absorption. He had tried to think of endurance as "the ability to fight through the drama of pain. But now I understood it, too, as a kind of elegance, a lightness that could only come from such deep comfort with yourself that you began to forget about yourself." And the elegance of Long Distance is in its ultimate lesson that each of us has a mind, a body, and a spirit, and we must find our strength in all three realms.

I was captivated by it--not for the athletic bits, which are a somewhat disappointing, but for the bits where he talks about the 6 months from when his family finds out his dad has brain cancer to his death. So many of the descriptions and emotions were things that I felt and saw felt two winters ago when I was going down to Rockland house all those weekends to be with my grandfather in his last 5 months... and it makes me want to take up skiing. Anyone up for doing a loppet? I love cowbells.