Wow. I have been away for some time. I apologize. And for what it’s worth, it has not been a party. Life has handed me, well, lemons and while trying to make them into margaritas I have found myself slipping into a darkness I have only borne witness to once before. That time was no fun either. I have dragged my ass for long enough. I have let my riding slip away for long enough. I have stopped writing and reading for long enough. Don’t get me wrong, I did not quit life or let my family down, but I did quit me and let myself down. I have had enough. I found the cure to what was ailing me with a desire for change and the simple lifting of a leg. No, not that. Come on now. The leg I lifted was over the top tube of a mountain bike, and as hard as it was to get my rounder self rolling, pointing said mountain bike at some singletrack was a quick and potent cure for my malaise.
Singletrack can cure anything. Really. Don’t believe me? Try it for yourself. I dare you. Sure the first day or two was humbling as I had to find my rhythm, my focus, my line. But I did. In finding the aforementioned, I found myself as well. I am glad to be back.
I am blessed to live in an area where dirt and singletrack and good riding are as easy to find as my much more cavernous belly button. And I am blessed to have friends and family and people who support me. Did I mention singletrack? My recent dirty escapades have lit a proverbial fire under my ass; it has spilled over into all aspects of my life. I am writing again. I am reading more. I am spending more and better time with my family and friends. I have become more passionate about my coaching, about my diet, my sleeping habits. Simply put, getting back on the bike has completely and fully enhanced every aspect of my life.
I suppose if you are reading this I am preaching to the choir. But I was lost. Now I am found. Down no longer looks like up … to me. Rediscovering myself through the bike has been a truly enlightening and heart pounding experience. It’s all good. The path is clear, dusty and off camber at times, but clear. I have no choice but to follow. Wanna come?