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Postcard: Spring Is In The Air

on April 24, 2010

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Alpha put me to shame. Under the near 100 degree Alpha put me to shame. Under the near 100 degree oppressing heat of Egypt’s Arabian Desert, her lean muscular frame was arched over the handlebars of her mountain bike with beads of sweat racing down her face. She occasionally took quick swigs of tepid water from her water bottle while forging on; digging her wheels into thick sand and fighting through loose layers with rolling sand dunes in the background. Me? I’d already given up a few miles back and was riding in the back of our supply pickup truck next to my bike in defeat. The stench of my embarrassment filled our truck considering I was at least 40 years younger than Alpha. Now in her 80s, I met African-American triathlete Alpha Bennett several years ago while on a biking tour of Egypt when she was in her early 70s. She frequently left us behind in the dust as we cycled through scorching desert making our way from Hurghada to Luxor with a cruise down the River Nile tucked in-between. A woman of few yet poignant words, I quickly realized Alpha was a doer not a talker and I wanted to pick her brain. To know what turned her on and kept her going as an athlete for so long. Meeting Alpha was what tuned me into this new breed of female explorers; women who seem to scoff at the aging process and beat it with every heart-pounding expedition and hair-raising thrill. #whenwetravelagain
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