My life is an adventure. And I like it that way.
You know the feeling when the pieces begin to fall in place. It is as if each step you take, there is a new golden brick delivered beneath your feet, and you continue to follow the path set before you. Each step I take, begins a new day and a rejuvenated zest for life.
Bike racing can become mundane. There, I said it. Sometimes it becomes the same circus, just different venue. You go through the motions. You race hard. You succeed. You fail. You race mediocre. You succeed. You fail.
You search for a sense of value and purpose. You crave the satisfaction of an achievement, even if it is just the thrill of your burning legs or making someone else feel the burning sensation. Each step of the way, as you challenge yourself to become a better racer, and an even better person, does not always include the thrill of adventure and vibrancy. That may be disappointing, but it is a fact of life.
So where do you find that? Why, you create it. You try something new. You appreciate life. And then one day, that pieces just fall into place. Perhaps you try a new discipline. Maybe you attempt a different kind of finish. Or you even just blow the dandelion into the wind and see where it all travels. Bike races are won by trusting your instinct, and not necessarily always following the normal protocol. Racing careers are made by following the path that only you can see and you have the responsibility to take. It is up to you. Which path should you choose? Only you can decide.
Why do people always try to convince me to get outside of my comfort zone when it took me a long time to get here? Maybe because that is where the adventure exists. The adventure resides outside of the parameters of your structure and sometimes even comfort.
Where have I been? Bike racing and exploring. And where will I be? That is up to the adventure to decide…
My life is an adventure, and I like it that way.