Sacrifice

9 of 31 Days: I Don’t See It

And sometimes, if I’m lucky, I get to go a few hours without seeing the faces of the injured, the abused or the murdered. Though I don’t think I’d like them to completely go away as they remind me of why I’ve done what I’ve done on their behalf.

FIT@50 / week 23

FIT@50 / week 23 Less than half: Becoming fit often requires sacrifice. Be it food, ice cream, cake (yes, I went there), and often the bed. Hold on, this ain’t frisky talk. It’s about years focused on accumulation. Once I got fit, gathering meant less. The bed is a regular reminder. My kiddo still comes to sleep in the big bed on occasion. After five minutes, he has twisted and twirled and torqued until I’m on the very edge. Sleep may go []

Thank You

    Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends [John 15:13]

Wanna Pull a Train?

Recently returning to recreational cycling, I’ve enjoyed heading out after work for as long as the sunlight allows. These rides are usually alone, and the hours of solo saddle time allows for so many thoughts to get sorted out. It’s amazing how mental the physical act of cycling can be. There are also the other fantastic times when I join other cyclists. With a little experience, instruction and commitment most people become comfortable in a pace-line, or “train.” The benefits of working as a team in a pace-line extend beyond []