Each day brings something different if we just open our eyes to what exists around us. over the past few days I've been like a ice cream fueled automoton zipping from one end of the country to the other and meeting many new people in the process. People who find themselves in israel, either from birth or from immigration tend to be warm and open and it's easy to strike up new friendships or collegial relationships.
I have to wait and reschedule everything since I missed my flight but it works out a little better that I'm here. Besides the fact that leaving Israel is always difficult, I've got obligations here that would benefit from my post chaggim presence. On sunday Israel slowly wakes from it's protracted holiday slumber and by 8am we once again find ourselves at warp speed.
I haven't unpacked and probably won't. At 4am tomorrow though I'll whip out my bike and speedily re-assemble it. It won't be a ride with the team tomorrow morning, rather I'm heading out with a good friend of mine for a lengthy hammerfest. He's been offered the chance to race an upcoming november ironman event in las vegas, with an athlete that he coaches, and is trying to crash train for it. He's a strong but lazy athlete with lots of potential in the ironman distance if he could focus himself and stick to a training schedule. I try to do what I can to help him along and we do have fun riding together, although in training mode I prefer the more competitive team rides.
Sometimes he drives me nuts during the session because he tries to drop me but can't and wears himself out in the process and then the pace slows for the rest of the ride. Other times he's on form and can keep a solid pace when he's not talking my ear off about his rotating platform of sexual conquests. Embarrassingly, we have been on rides when I've run out of steam at 20km of a 180km ride and he's needed to slow for me when I'd rather get off my bike and lie prostrate on the hump of a camel for the rest of the session. He's also been incredibly patient during my long graphic discussions about men, sex and their fx. Reciprocity exists somewhat.
shabbat this weekend is all about the eyes wide open approach.
About Me
- Shawna
- No longer late twenties (dirty thirties have arrived)Canadian in Israel loving the diversity of the middle east and determined to spite it all and make that small differance while hoping and working feverishly for change and peace all at once.
3 comments:
Arms are sore from Simchat Torah and I only ran around the shul and parking lot so you are well ahead of me in endurance.
Funny about your friend and his conquests. He's a man's man!!! Good for him.
you did a simchat torah triathlon... that is so in vogue! raucous dancing, candy eating, and torah carrying! once a year, it's got to be done!
This particular friend rocks. Together we're trouble on 4 wheels. I'm not sure about the mans man thing though haha. He eats kindereggs and crembos when we ride.
I did do the triathlon and almost fell while spinning around but the scrolls remain intact. The ornaments on the covers kept hitting me in the face.
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