Humble Pie

I am really not much of fan of pie, but I sure ate a few slices this past week. First, I received some comments from a guy who read my blog and was candid with his view that I spend a fair amount of time in here "bragging" about my accomplishments. Ouch. He makes some valid points if one chose to read my posts with a view that the author (me) was pretty high on himself.

Reality is, I am really not. The journey to climb back out the deep, dark canyon and start my life over again has been a very tough ascent. Trust me, I am not claiming that I am on top of the world. But I refuse to give up, and make no apology for how far the journey has taken me so far

Then came yesterday's training day - talk about humbling. I rode 170 miles over 14 hours. 2 hours on the bike, 1 hour off. By 7:00pm last night I was spent. Came home to woof down some humble pie (and a few protein drinks). RAAM will be, by far, the toughest thing I have ever attempted. Today I feel a bit foolish for even thinking about taking on the 2 man RAAM.

Like everything, I press on. 10 weeks to go until RAAM I will not quit my attempt to be in the best condition possible. I say that about my life almost every single day. The only healthy, viable option is to get out of bed each day and face it. At times it is excruciating to do even that.

Roll on. Live wildly. You might be misunderstood and scorned for it. Hey, it means you are 100% alive.