I need to nurture the "wild" in me, if any still exists, because let's face it, my life is pretty tame at the moment. I'm a stay-at-home mom. I raise a child and keep house. And I do it in the San Francisco Bay Area, in Silicon Valley, where the majority of the population eats three squares and goes on fancy vacations on a regular basis.
Participating in a triathlon is one small way to experience--for an hour and a half?--some sort of inner wildness. But Nathalie Goldberg and Hemingway both got it right--nothing captures the wild in us like the activity of writing, when it's done right. More on this tomorrow--oh, it's "tomorrow," I see; but I'll pretend that it's still Friday.
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