Thursday, August 28, 2008

Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own


I haven't really been happy for a while. When you find an obsession that saves your life, it's painful when the flame dims. Most have experienced a fall from grace and a return to the flock. I have had the privilege taken away by injuries. I have had professional obligations deprive me. During those times, all I could think about was riding with the boys. This is why the current slump is so strange. Call it monotony, call it spoiled American bullshit, the pain is real. The symptom has defeated the cure.

Everyone knows that you will be better off after a ride. Good or bad, at least you turned some pedals.

Today, I didn't want to get on my bike, I just couldn't find my stoke. My friends wouldn't let me get away with it. Against all intuition I had fun. I felt like a cyclist for the first time in weeks.

Our crew is a little scattered right now, and that has played a big role in my attitude. The important thing is, I had a good ride.
It's all their fault.


Thanks Fellas.


W.B.Z.N.