I'm panicked. Next Wednesday I'm scheduled to give a talk in the UK. Some of my audience is smarter than me. (Smarter than everyone, I should say.) It's kind of like I have to race Contador, Evans, and Valverde next week on a stage with three hors categorie climbs.
So what am I thinking about? Cycling. And how do I quell the nerves? Jump on the trainer and ride just under threshold for an hour.
I've got to train my thoughts, not my legs. Gaze deep into logical space. Anticipate everything. I'll need all of my cognitive resources, and then some. So no blogging. (Calvini, it's all you, buddy.)
I'm trying to make the transition. Auden comes to mind again. Encouragement.
Time that is intolerantSo... does this mean I should work on my intellectual "output," and not my cycling? Maybe cycling glory doesn't last, but so what? Why is endurance the deciding factor?
Of the brave and the innocent
And indifferent in a week
To a beautiful physique,
Worships language and forgives
Everyone by whom it lives;
Pardons cowardice, conceit,
Lays its honours at their feet.
Right now, I'd rather be Merckx than Malebranche. (Not that either is a possibility.)