When I first started riding, it was all about the miles. I was new to the bike, a young strapping 44 and finally found a sport I was good at. I could climb any hill, cycle all day long, and seemed never to get tired. I was the wind.
Fast forward 11 years. NOT so strapping, sure as hell ain’t 44, but I can still climb anything you throw at me. I don’t go as far, but for good reason.
I am now the Oregon coast cyclist, I stop for amazing views, whales spouting and, as you can see here, to watch a bald eagle soar. I keep track of the miles, but now I ride for the experience, for the memories, for the life around me.
I am still good at what I do, and will keep doing it till the legs wear out. The bike is and always will be a time machine, making me feel younger and stronger than I truly am.
In my heart I truly hope that sometimes the eagle stops to watch me as I conquer a vicious headwind or make it over a steep climb. Maybe, just maybe, he smiles at me, as I do him when he soars.
The eagle and I are kindred spirits. Riding the winds, seeing the world and living the life. It is good to be free!
Forgive any typos. I am doing this from the hip and using the iPad.
The workday started today before the sun came up. It was a Monday and I hit the floor running, it went non-stop, and with very few breaks, I looked at the clock and realized it was 10 minutes till quitting time.
There was more to do, but I was done.
I ran a few errands but then it was time for beach walk. Work pays the bills, provides health care, and keeps a roof over your head. But it is NOT life. The walk on the beach tonight is a reminder of what life really is!
Folks, a bit of a warning, this post will start out a bit melancholy, but that is the exact opposite of my intent. I am hoping that by the end, you will see the reason for the post… Continue reading “You Just Never Know!”→
The sun rises over the mountains high.
Rains have moved on, there is blue in the sky.
The air is warming the breeze is light.
But the end of the workday is a distant sight.
The weekend is near, and that makes me happy.
Sadly though, the forecast is crappy.
Eight hours from now the sun will still be shining.
But I am already looking outside, for a ride I am pining.
On a day like this I just want out of this place.
I want the wind at my back and the sun on my face.
Screw this! Lets get this work done!
Cuz dammit I am saddling up the bike just after 1!
Tomorrow morning I’ll smile when the rain will be falling
Because today, the bike and I will answer the road’s calling!
OK I know… NOT the best poem! But then who knew Mountainstroh could rhyme at all! Like the wind folks!
Anyone who has been here from the beginning knows that I do big rides every year. These are always century rides or more and I end up training for them all year. Michelle is my support crew. She makes sure I have healthy snacks, helps make sure I train, travels with me to the far away rides and does the drop off and/or pick up at the beginning/end as needed.
As I sitting here this evening, back door open, rain coming down and cool breeze coming into the house I am thinking that I might have a shot at getting some sleep tonight since it aint so stinkin hot. When the house is quiet like this (kids are at their mom’s, Michelle is out like a light) you never know where your head may wander or what thoughts pop into your head.
As we all know, there are many MANY ways to exercise. Running, walking, rowing hiking, yoga, Zumba, just to name a few. I have no arguments with which you do, as long as you do. Exercise of some kind is important. Doing nothing but sitting in front of a computer is NOT good for anyone.
As you might expect, my first choice of exercise is cycling. I have gone on and on about the benefits and advantages of cycling over other types of exercise (how many people do you know that YOGA their way to work, or Zumba to the store?) So I won’t take time to list them here again. At the end of most days at work though, I saddle up the bike and head on home.
I picked one helluva a day to get back on track. When we woke up Saturday morning, the wind was howling out of the south. The weather dudes and dudettes had predicted this was coming. So I put on a pair of shorts and slipped on the Kino Sandals from Key West and jetted off for the morning Starbucks run. Shoot it was 50 deg outside, balmy for November in Seattle!
As we walked in, Trish, the barista, yelled from across the room “Tony!! You are wearing flip-flops!” YEP! I wear sandals year round!
The good news? the power had blinked at Starbucks, and the computers were slow to reset. Free drink and chonga bagel today! YAY!! The bad news, today was the day I’d picked for getting back on track with riding the bike… Continue reading “Tony!! You are wearing flip flops!!”→