Friday, October 19, 2012

patterns


We all want to feel like we matter to somebody. Just be careful not to overestimate your worth.

Everything that glitters is not gold. A person's tendencies might be sensed quickly, but it's just speculation. True patterns take time to develop and be seen.

Just another number.

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Thursday, October 18, 2012

tough love

Last week I sold my Asus Netbook on eBay and used the money to purchase a Kindle Fire HD. 

I could probably count on one hand the number of books I've read for pleasure. Two rounds of graduate school took all of the enjoyment out of reading...or at least that's been my excuse...but I'm pushing myself to make a change.

My theory is that I will force myself to read more, knowing that I spent $200 on a Kindle. 

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Sunday, October 14, 2012

Cooper River CX



Cross is a lot of fun. It's also a great workout. The only thing that could make it better happened today...my friends and family came to cheer me on. 

This was the closest I've ever raced to home, cross is spectator friendly sport and the weather was gorgeous...all of which made for a perfect day with some great people.




I stayed upright (for the most part) and my heart rate was exactly where I thought it'd be (maxed out). In the end, I came in 7th place...not too shabby for my second cross race...but the most enjoyment came from seeing all of the friendly faces lining the course.



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Thursday, October 11, 2012

Toleration



Toleration is the practice of deliberately allowing or permitting a thing of which one disapproves. 

Helen Keller said that "Toleration is the greatest gift of the mind; it requires the same effort of the brain that it takes to balance oneself on a bicycle." 

Lately, I have been in disagreement with the decisions some of my friends have made. 

While I view them as poor choices, I struggle with the decision to voice my opinion or remain silent. Am I a good friend if I keep my mouth shut and allow someone to make a decision that will ultimately land them in a bad place financially? Am I a good friend if I voice my concern over the decision that is about to be made? 

I've had a difficult time identifying the line between my obligation as a friend and toleration. Let's just say that I'm much better at riding a bike.
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Saturday, October 6, 2012

loose ends


About a month ago I received a text message from an old friend. It was five words "I owe you an apology." My response was "No worries, the door is always open here."

And that was it...she never responded, never elaborated.

Time has passed and I have started to wonder if the apology was more for herself than it was for me. And I started to wonder if, when someone calls you after a lengthy time of not speaking because they feel as though YOU have things you need to say, if it really means that THEY have things they need to say...because if there was something that I needed to say that badly, I would have already said it.

These gestures may seem genuine, but in reality are just self serving because they did not take into account, the way I would be impacted by them.

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Monday, October 1, 2012

WhirlyBird 'Cross 2012

Cyclo-cross is a form of bicycle racing. Races typically take place in the autumn and winter and consist of many laps of a short course featuring pavement, wooded trails, grass, steep hills and obstacles requiring the rider to quickly dismount, carry the bike while navigating the obstruction and remount. Races are generally between 30 minutes and an hour long, with the distance varying depending on the ground conditions. 

Cyclo-cross is the sport I never knew that I always wanted to try. Midway through my first season of road racing, a couple guys at the shop asked if I was racing cross in the fall. A few weeks later, I bought a CAADX and was eyeing up the schedule for my first race. 

Aside from seeing one race several years ago, I didn’t know much about cross, aside from the fact that it was “awesome” and “something I needed to try." Prior to the race I set up a one on one session with a coach to learn some cross specific skills. I fell off the bike before we even started. 

My first race, Whirlybird cross, was September 29th in Bensalem, PA. My heart rate went from resting to max in thirty seconds. It stayed that way for the duration of the forty-minute race. I’m pretty sure that if I had a chance to look down at my Garmin it would have been flashing, “You should be dead by now.” On the second lap I said to myself “I actually paid money to do this.” On the third lap, I was pretty sure I was going to vomit...but I didn’t AND...I couldn’t stop smiling the entire time. It was the most fun I’ve ever had on a bike and I can’t wait to do it again.

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