THE A GROUP SLOWLY DISAPPEARED IN THE DISTANCE.
In the B group, there was a silent roar.
Nobody talking out loud.
Just seething on the inside.
We'd all started together.
Thought we had a chance.
One attack at a time,
The A's beat us down.
We had been weighed,
We had been measured.
And our inner voice is screaming
I should have _________.
Then I'd be an A,
On judgement day.
THERE'S A RETAINING WALL NEXT TO ONE OF THE SIDEWALKS ON MY SPIN ROUTE. It has a perfect ramp to ride up. Each week I make it about 10' then I have to pop off of it. Tonight was different. I rode the entire length.
Previously, I'd only look about 2' ahead and spend all my energy trying to stay away from the edges. This is a terrible strategy, and it proves that you get what you focus on. I was focusing on the edges. I had no vision.
What a loser!
I know better.
Tonight, I focused on the end of the wall. I didn't looked down, my vision was 50' ahead. As a result, I rode faster and never really had to adjust the handle bars.
It's kind of weird when you think about it. I could ride that distance with my hands off the bars if I was going fast enough. The faster you go, the more stable the ride. But, there is something about the height of the wall I guess.
I know perfectly well from mountain bike racing that you only focus on the trail and never on the rocks, ledges, branches and other hazards.
The body follows the head,
so look ahead,
THE BOX DOESN'T CLOSE ANY MORE. The last time this happened I chucked the box and everything in it. Kinda regret that. Not as much as I regret not writing notes on the back of the race numbers, like little journal entries.
That would be pretty cool.
Just a sentence or two....
especially on the plates that last a season.
Heck, I'd probably keep all of them. Writing about something seems to drive it a little deeper into the memory. And if I do take a moment to dig them out, the reliving should be a little richer.
Takes no time at all.
What's in your box?
On your number?
What do you have?
He whips out a picture of the Macho Man, Randy Savage.
Plus, this sweet sketch...
Let's do it!
That's the What of what we do.
The Why is this... we love it! We love helping people bring their ideas to life. Usually these projects are for something really cool, too: a charity or crazy event or in this case a charity that is a crazy event.
What could be crazier than 5500 people riding together from San Francisco to LA? Here's Mike cheering on the the riders.
What's your crazy?
I'VE RIDDEN THROUGH ALL KINDS OF CRAZY WEATHER: hail and lightning at Leadville, wildfire chasing me in San Clemente, driving snow at 24 Hours of Moab...
I've ridden through 5+ decades of life and my bike has gone from fun to transportation to sport to social life and friendship.
I've ridden through marriage and kids and marriage of kids.
I've ridden through good times and bad times.
I've ridden through a lot,
and I plan to ride through a lot more.