Sunday, November 19, 2017

Over the Mountain

Recently I crossed paths with an old friend, a wonderfully warm and fuzzy surprise at an unexpected setting. For a fleeting moment, we both toss aside our pressing tasks at hand and share our life happenings. It makes my day and makes me commit to reconnecting with others.

Not surprisingly, cycling comes up. He asks if I'm still racing cyclocross and 24 hour mountain bike races. Well, no, I dropped out of those scenes almost 15 years ago. Now, I enjoy exploring remote roads and near-roads. Just to see what's out there.

Right then, I realized that sometimes it takes expressing a thought to better understand it. I'm not a bicycle racer. Hmmn. Haven't been one for awhile. Hmmn. I'm a bicycle rider. Hmmn. Hmmn.

That's good.

In a moment, or two, I'll get up over that hill to see what's on the other side.