I started with a path down eastern philosphy. Â I would like to return to that path before this month is up.
I also didn’t link to anything or post pictures or hide behind color or italics or deep punctuation. Â I have references to most of what I cribbed and will probably come back to it and annotate it later.
But for today. Â I want to continue down the path of CONTENT which is what this experiment was designed for.
Last post, I talked about living in the present. Â But in this day and age of twitter and facebook and whatever other collaboration internet tools you use, the present is not PRESENT. Â But more a leveraged opportunity to shout out to others what you are doing.
I started this project to have something to say. Â And ironically, it started with something to say about nothing.
So what today? Â Choices.
This past week was (ok, for bike geeks) a good week with the tour of the gila happening in New Mexico. Â This is the 24th Tour there. Â And it was pointed out that local stud has been doing it non-stop for the past 16 years.
His first one was in 1997.
My first Tour of the Gila was in 1997.
How different our lives were. Â And have been since.
In 1997, I got my category 3 upgrade. Â I wanted to race hard. Â I wanted to see the real races. Â I wanted to see what fast was.
I went to two big races in 1997. Â In addition to Gila, I also did Killiington Stage Race in Vermont. Â I was about as thin as I have been ever in 1997, and still the hills handed my ass to me. Â The stage race had climbs of sustained 20% grades. Â The TT was uphill.
I learned a lot. Â And I struggled emotionally as my then girlfriend and now wife went with me to that race. Â She was ill and still wanted to be there with me. Â I was thankful she was there.
I did Gila one more time the next year. Â Again, I did not finish.
And then I made some choices in my life.
These choices have had dramatic impacts on where I am today. Â What my situation is. Â And what the future could hold for me.
But I made them. Â With full cognition of what I was choosing and where it might take me.