A few evenings ago, I looked at my husband and knew something was afoot. He was swimming aggressively in the Moriello Pool in New Paltz, chasing a 70-year old woman in a pink swim cap, who he clams swam faster than everybody at Moriello that day, including him.
A few days later, he came into the house dripping with sweat, grinning like a cat. The story unfolded immediately. He'd just ridden home from Jack & Luna's via Kerhonkson. A loop that took him at least 25 miles out of his way. He'd finished his work day at 4pm same as everyday, (the time when Jack and Luna's closes.) He removed his pants stashed them, along with his computer bag and wallet, in the parking lot of Jack and Luna's. We had a dinner to go to, so he texted Lindsay, our babysitter, to pick up the bundle on her drive in.
Attired in a pair of boxers, and a polo, he proceeded to mount his bike (a 15+ year-old hand-me-down mountain bike from his friend Adam, with busted gears) and ride along Route 209 to Kerhokson. (about 8+ miles) Then he pedaled back up 44/55 past Minnewaska State Park. (another 8+ miles, all uphill). He took a left on Clove Valley Road, and road along the backside of the valley to Clove Valley Extension, to 6, to Berme and then back home.
Reasonable powers of deduction, gathered after 7 years of marriage, helped me piece together my clues. The logical conclusion: he's training for Survival of the Shawanagunks, a half-iron man that takes place in two weeks, on Sept 13th. The fact that he has not registered, has no number and no conceivable way of acquiring one is, of course, of minimal concern. (The idea of buying one on Ebay was bandied about for a few minutes, but dismissed when no sellers were found.) Still, he seems, unperplexed, and the training continues. Phase two: the run, starts in Oklahoma today.
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