Lessons from a duathlon
How do they apply to my spiritual life? It is cool this morning under the clear, summer sky in Summerside, Prince Edward Island. We are here along the harbor to see my cousin, Warren, compete in a duathlon. Today, he is opting out of the most dangerous part of a triathlon – the swimming – and focusing on the running and biking. It’s all new to me. But I’ve wanted to see him in one of his races, and I’ve had the Maritime provinces in my sights, wishing to retrace the trip I took with my family as a boy. This was the perfect doubling up. Multiple races overlap each other. Warren’s event starts, and as his unofficial photographer, I’m eager to capture him in action – if possible, with the moored boats as a backdrop. Throughout the race, Warren is even paced, controlled, determined. There’s no way from a viewer’s perspective to know how well he’s doing as he shifts from running to biking and back again. He seems to exist in his own world, pressing on ob...
