Comments - Happiness is a Cold Bike Ride - Pikes Peak Sports2024-03-29T02:40:04Zhttp://pikespeaksports.us/profiles/comment/feed?attachedTo=5021591%3ABlogPost%3A90497&xn_auth=noThanks Tim. Coming from a guy…tag:pikespeaksports.us,2011-03-10:5021591:Comment:927972011-03-10T22:16:56.356ZJon Seversonhttp://pikespeaksports.us/profile/JonSeverson
Thanks Tim. Coming from a guy who's been paid to write and writes well at that, it means a lot. Appreciate seeing it pop up in the newsletter too....kinda made me feel like I made it :)
Thanks Tim. Coming from a guy who's been paid to write and writes well at that, it means a lot. Appreciate seeing it pop up in the newsletter too....kinda made me feel like I made it :) Good read, Jon.Track and fiel…tag:pikespeaksports.us,2011-03-07:5021591:Comment:904992011-03-07T00:46:00.588ZTim Bergstenhttp://pikespeaksports.us/profile/TimBergsten
Good read, Jon.<br></br>Track and field was my sport, the 440-yard dash my specialty. <br></br>I did all of my running on the high plains of Colorado, which I still contend is the windiest place on earth. In early spring - heck, sometimes in May - with our feet freezing in track spikes, we'd hurdle over snowdrifts on the track. And there were plenty of days we'd search for a clear stretch of country road, any place where the wind had scrubbed away the snow.<br></br>Now, 34 years later, when I run or ride…
Good read, Jon.<br/>Track and field was my sport, the 440-yard dash my specialty. <br/>I did all of my running on the high plains of Colorado, which I still contend is the windiest place on earth. In early spring - heck, sometimes in May - with our feet freezing in track spikes, we'd hurdle over snowdrifts on the track. And there were plenty of days we'd search for a clear stretch of country road, any place where the wind had scrubbed away the snow.<br/>Now, 34 years later, when I run or ride in the cold, it hurts a lot more ... but I can still feel some of that youthful energy. The cold air rushes in my body and I'm a sprinter again, moving at a full-blast jog, making that last turn on the track, baring down on the finish line and feeling alive.