Life On Two Wheels

Along the river and toward the mountains a morning shadow shimmers across the road. The rays of the first light jet through the trees and across a figure gliding upon the road. His breath trails in short spurts, petrified as it hits the icy air. All is quiet except the slight sound of the athlete as he summons himself for yet another days work. Soon the rest of the world will bustle with life as well and the brief simplicity of cyclist and nature will disappear into the everyday struggle of life in full motion; the errands and intervals, the appointments and intersections, and the deadlines and finish lines OutPaceTheRace

Monday, October 08, 2007

Under the weather

North Bend, WA
Monday, October 8th, 2007

West of the mountains is in the midst of a monsoon. I wake up and I can hardly see 10 feet through the rain, I go to bed and feel the roof is soon to fall through. It’s not cold or warm, somewhere in between, ideal for the continued growth of the already abundant vegetation… a perfect reason for the neighbor to run his chainsaw for a few extra hours each day.
I rode once or twice since getting home, but it’s mainly been in the gym using their stuff & flopping around in the pool trying to stay in my lane and breathe at the same time. Then heading over to the Kung Fu club for some Wing Chun and Qi Gong, to learn to concentrate and kill stuff.